CHAPTER 21 – Helen Hits her Pace


Once she had taken control of all of the North American Kidfight Clubs, and introduced her own trusted managers to run operations, Helen Regent, in full agreement with Jackson‘s wishes, banned the use of diapers on the kids that fought, requiring all fights to be conducted with the combatants, regardless of their age, fully nude. Their mothers concurred.

She also banned any form of boxing glove, which provided unwanted protection from bruises and cuts. Cloth tape was permitted, because its surface would scrape flesh when applied with a solid punch. The restriction was that no more than two layers were permitted, so that excessive wrapping would not protect either the person struck or the young fist that delivered the damaging punch.

Ring canvas and tarps were no longer permitted to protect expensive carpeting in the hostess’s home. Febreze spray bottles were to be at ringside to absorb unwelcome odor when the little darlings evacuated both liquid and firmer matter in the heat of battle. Their piss, shit and splatters of blood, if they produced them, were fair game.

Helen believed the audience deserved to enjoy seeing kiddie poop being ground into the luxurious floor coverings, and to witness the discomfort that misadventure brought to the hostess who would have to clean it. That was a small price to pay for the privilege of hosting 30 or more women who thrilled to the violence little kids were capable of inflicting on each other when everybody present approved, including their own mothers.

She began to diversify the events. Her first innovation was to allow men to attend one event each month. Because of the larger audience that drew, private boxing training gyms were used in place of private homes. The posts and ropes were removed from the training ring for the event, and the smaller electrified rings that were now a standard part of kiddie fights replaced them.

Soon after she began the highly popular mixed audience events, she discovered one member of her new audience had decided to stage his own events. She arranged for a police raid on his second fight night, and the man committed suicide rather than face the publicity of a disgracing trial. That action stopped any kind of unwanted competition.

Her next innovation was to find a very open-minded doctor to make some simple alterations to little girls whose mothers agreed. She found the ideal man in Los Angeles. He did exactly what she wanted, and developed a simple and reversible procedure that was quick and relatively painless.

He laid a naked little girl out on his office examining table, put her to sleep with an inhaler, and made a pair of small slits on her chest into which he inserted thin flexible and strong plastic bags. He could inject jelled silicone into these, and within two hours gradually inflate them to gently stretch the girl’s skin and produce for her a very real looking pair of titties.

To see them was remarkable, because he did this on girls aged from 5 to 8, much too young to have natural breasts. It made them much more interesting in the fight ring. The day after her fight, he would simply drain the bags, a procedure which required no anesthesia.

As the girls grew he could simply add more gel, and when they reached the age of 9 and were too old for the kiddie fights, they had the option of removal of the internal bags, or replacing them with larger versions, giving them breasts until they were old enough to grow their own tits.

Realizing the potential of this new look, Helen sought out a small company that would make erotic looking spike heeled stilettos small enough to be worn by little children. She went to Argentina, where the quality of leather and craftsmanship is superlative.

She found a man who lived in a large dense favela. He was very excited at the opportunity, and she ordered two hundred pair in a range of small to very small sizes, at the incredible price of $10 per pair. Both she and the shoemaker were very happy with the deal, and seeing the images on the walls of his shack, she brought him a pretty little girl for him to play with and left him with the child, to do with as he pleased.

Three weeks later the first 20 pair arrived, of varied sizes as they had agreed, and she was able to start using them for the children to get used to before they had to wear them in the ring as they battled each other. Their mothers were delighted, and worked with their little girls to get them ready to stand, walk and fight in the remarkable high heels.

Another innovation was to introduce little boys to the fights. This was a harder sell, but by inviting their mothers to see the little girls fighting, they caught on and were ready to let their boys in the ring. The boys were tougher when they began a fight, but the girls always showed more aggression and the wish to hurt their opponent.

After a few fights Helen realized what was missing. The naked little boys were too young to have a decent set of testicles, and were incapable of producing an erection. She went to her open-minded doctor in Los Angeles for a solution, and he showed her how simple it was.

He inserted soft egg-shaped plastic balls into the scrotum, the kind that some veterinarians will use to give dogs going into the show ring more interesting looking swinging gonads. It worked beautifully. The little boy that was tested, who was just 7, was given a set of balls that stretched his sack to the size of a full grown man’s.

For the penis, he asked Helen what size she wanted. She was surprised at the question. “What size can you give him?”

“Let’s see what we get,” he replied with a grin. He used a procedure that is used with men to enhance their erections, a permanent change that involves plastic sleeves inserted along the length of the penis, which are then filled with silicone gel. With the right density and pressure, a rigid woody can be easily made that will never deflate.

A visual problem was easily addressed. The child’s penis was large, but the glans on the end were their original size. The doctor solved that with a series of tiny injections of silicone that expanded and flared the head beautifully, like that on a man about to ejaculate.

The result on the boy was to give him an erection that on a man would measure longer than a woman could take. The little boy’s penis was as long and as stout as that on a well-endowed male stripper. The new up-thrusting erection looked bizarre on the small child, and Helen couldn’t resist getting onto the table, kneeling panties down and skirt up, to let the little boy mount her.

The child proved to be very adept with his beautiful new sex weapon. He was properly excited to experience full sexual intercourse with a grown up woman. Helen was disappointed that the rubber testicles could not produce semen, as she loved the feel of hot male spunk jetting against her cervix. The boy’s ample energy made up for his lack of technique and completion capability, and she enjoyed a hearty fuck.

She quickly realized the potential of this outstanding hot new development. She could now produce an event in which a boy could fight a girl, completing the bout by mounting the little girl and deflowering her. The women loved to see blood. It would be a kiddie rape done by a kiddie. Helen couldn’t think of anything more delicious.

Helen knew she had an instant hit on her hands, and had to put her mind to how she would convince a mother to allow a boy with an enlarged penis to steal her daughter’s virginity as part of a fight. That was going to be a real challenge. She would have to be particularly persuasive.

Her first thought would be to make a deal where, if the girl won, she could bite the boy’s cock. That would be a crowd pleaser, and an inducement for the girl to fight harder. She thought she could allow the girl to kick the boy in the nuts, and then realized she’d have done that more than once in the course of their fight.

Jackson would be thrilled at the innovations she was creating to make him more money.

She wondered how these greatly enhanced cocks on little boys would work out in the fight ring. Prior to the impressive penis enlargement


. . . to be continued