Jackson would be thrilled at the innovations she was creating to make him more money. He was giving her free reign, and she appreciated the headroom in developing the domestic operations of Lami Pi Productions. She had big ideas on how to grow her division, and was able to get things done the way she envisaged them.

Mothers who refused to let the violence of the fights escalate as their children gained more experience were out, and although they could continue to attend events, their kids were denied access to the ring until they mothers relented. Almost all of them did,, when they saw the raw excitement that came with the more violent bouts.

The kiddiefight Clubs in every State were growing, thriving and progressing according to Helen’s plan. New branches sprung up as the afternoon tea events gained popularity and fans. New Clubs would begin with tamer events, but would rapidly progress, thanks to the presence of experienced fans who demanded more of the eager yet protective mothers and their little girls.

A common problem erupting across the country was that many kindergarten and elementary school little girls were showing up with black eyes, scabbed noses and unexplained scratches on their bodies. What made it peculiar was that often there were two in the same school on the same day, and often these were best friends.

Helen had to put in place a policy that healing progressed well before the kids could return to class. That also meant that more kids that were home-schooled were put into the violent fights, where such injuries were most certain to occur. That policy caused more of the deeply committed mothers to home school their daughters.


CHAPTER 22 – The Lami Pi Organization


Billy Dickster had been handling his friend Jackson Avery’s recruiting division of Lami Pi Productions, a critical part of the operation, for nearly five years, and loved his position. He still procured select human livestock for a set of special clients, but his heart was in the position he held at his friend’s rapidly expanding empire, built around the kiddie fight and violent porn shows for which he did his best work.

His pet project was set up to serve Jackson’s personal taste for wealthy, educated and quite young mothers and their little daughters. That was a challenge, but to make it work he set up a dummy development company, one that brought in the right kind of clientele. If a young family had no kids, the answer to their application was that the development was full.

Billy took names, phone numbers and addresses for the young couples he turned down, because some of the hot young wives or girlfriends were exactly what he was looking for, and the information would make harvesting them later much easier when he was ready for them. It was very easy work. They had come to him.

His attention was on the young mothers and their daughters, born long before a young girl should be engaged in sexual activity, let alone be bearing babies. The girls on his list were between 17 and 21, with the youngest daughters 5-years-old, and the oldest 8. His motto, written in bold script on the top of the list, read ‘If they’re old enough to bleed, they’re old enough for slaughter.’

He had sold them all units in his luxury retreat; his advertising had been focused on young couples and single mothers with young daughters, rare beautiful girls with wealth to burn. All had inherited vast amounts from their parents or their sugar daddies who had mysteriously died. Billy knew exactly what should be done with their wealth.

The only unusual condition of a sale was that the insurance for the property had to be handled through a single company, one set up specifically to handle insuring new owners of this exclusive condo development. No matter what other insurance broker they favored, the buyers had no choice but to utilize the coverage supplied by Jackson Avery’s company.

Through a series of skillfully crafted paragraphs seemingly unrelated, but with very specific wording, several of the papers in the reams the girls had to sign spelled out that upon their death or disappearance, all of their assets were to go in their entirety to the condominium developer to cover any possible outstanding fees.

Even careful reading would not reveal this bizarre condition or its implications, which even if there were only a garbage pick-up fee, their millions of dollars in assets would automatically be assigned to the developer, who in this case was Jackson’s trusted friend Billy.

The mandatory insurance policy was required to complete the property purchase. It authorized the condominium developer to be the sole beneficiary in case of sudden or unexpected death of the buyer.

That covered everything. Jackson’s legal team was very experienced in these matters, and provided escape-proof contracts for his many special needs, styled in a way that the buyer would skim by, noticing nothing unusual, and was certain to sign.

This simple procedure ensured the husbands would disappear, and the cunts he attracted, along with their charming little daughters, would experience a violent death, naked, humiliated and grossly abused in ferocious sports designed simply for the entertainment and amusement of jaded wealthy gamblers.

With the ready assistance of his friend Billy, Jackson Avery had produced his own private cunt cuntry. Building contractors had been engaged, to construct what a trusted architect friend of Jackson’s designed to his specifications. It was important that any specific design features be ambiguous, so that no suspicions would be raised among the workers.

The builders understood by what he was told and by the name on each set of plans that they were creating an equestrian retreat where horses could be quarantined. That explained the development being on an island, and the need for both an airport for horse owners and a pier where large boats and barges could be docked for offloading of horses and supplies. It all made perfect sense.

The pier had been constructed first, to allow the delivery of the tons of building supplies. Construction had taken nine months, and everything was ready when the first shipment of human livestock arrived, to be housed in the barns. Stalls had been adjusted to prevent escape, and to allow for bunking and feeding of the captive little girls and their beautiful young mothers.

The male guards wore no pants, so that their penises were always ready to service the mothers, which was encouraged, so that they would conceive again. Nine months after the first arrivals of livestock, new babies were dropped, and the cycle of life was underway.

The little girls were out of bounds to the eager young guards, who were paid with all the free sex they could handle. If one of them molested a child, he was put into the fight ring, for a contest that continued until both participants had given up their gonads. The alternative was to take a bullet. Neither took that option.

The “cocks off” rule was, by necessity, strictly enforced. After an example was made of the first pair of violators, the rule proved to be an excellent deterrent. Only girls 12 or older were valid fuckers (they preferred to be called breeders) and the little ones remained intact, unless a special cherry-popping show was arranged.


. . . to be continued