The MC stepped back again, and the women in the ring looked at their new weapons, the implications of them sinking in. Hallie watched them gently move their arms as they tested how they would use them to best effect. The buzzer rang and they swung around to face each other in a challenging pose, each waiting for the other to make the first move. They held their studded fists together high and in front of them with their bladed elbows outstretched ready to swing. That was where the power was now, and anything else was of no consequence.

Angela feigned, abruptly slapping her right foot two inches forward. Gertrude took the bait, moving to her left. In a flash Angela's left elbow slashed out, ripping a clean and deep line across Gertrude's right shoulder. Gertrude reflexively dropped the injured shoulder, and Angela's elbow swung at and connected with her turned head, splitting the ear and digging a line against the cheekbone just below the eye. Had she not turned and slightly tilted her head, the elbow blade would have taken out her eye.

Blood spurted from the shoulder and face wound, and Gertrude stepped back to refocus. Angela moved in quickly, but Gertrude swung her own elbow, for which there was no defense. Angela was the first to raise her tiny shield, and the viciously swung blade sliced through it and three of Angela's fingers. It then made a deep nearly horizontal slice through her left breast just below the nipple. The shield and three severed fingers dropped to the floor, and blood spurted from the stumps where the fingers had been. With her adrenaline supported by the shot she had been given prior to the fight, Angela lunged forward again, swinging her right elbow at Gertrude's throat. She made contact, but narrowly missed Gertrude's jugular vein.

Hot blood streamed from the new wound, and Gertrude, ignoring the damage, drove her knee with her full strength up into Angela's belly, taking a slash from the elbow blade on her thigh as she did so. Angela threw her head to the side to avoid a slash from Gertrude's elbow, but the blade ripped he cheek from the jawbone under her ear to her mouth, exposing her molars as it greatly increased the size of her mouth. These vicious little blades were proving their ability to inflict huge damage on a woman, and the crowd yelled their appreciation. Gertrude unexpectedly dropped to her knees, and before Angela could react to this startling move, she took a diagonal gash from her ribs, through her navel across to her hip bone, opening her belly. That single violent stroke made the Italian cunt's survival unlikely. She crashed down to her knees, and in that crucial moment Gertrude made a fatal miscalculation.

The big German raised her arms in victor, a celebration significantly premature; in doing so she exposed her own belly. Angela was not yet finished with the battle. The big Italian bitch bowed forward, slashing her elbow from Gertrude's sternum right down to her pelvic bone above her cunt, ripping her open as well. The forward movement necessary to inflict this wound released Angela's viscera, which tumbled out of her. The big Latin cunt reached with her good hand at the split belly of Gertrude, who was momentarily stunned by what had just happened to her, and she jerked the German lady's bacon apart, allowing out her opponent's viscera, which slowly extruded onto the canvas. The women, their spread knees encompassing the steaming pile of their mixed guts, mindlessly flailed at each other with their viciously armed elbows, slashing deep wounds in each other's arms, breasts, faces and any other part that was in the line of fire, doing incredible further damage, causing blood to flow freely. They were both experiencing an incredible continuous orgasm, further fueled with each fresh blow. Within a single minute they both heaved forward onto the mixed gut pile, apparently lifeless.

The audience gave D-Ring a standing ovation, which was missed by the two combatants, who now had apparently deceased for their entertainment. The standing crowd blocked Hallie's view of the two gutted nudes lying in the ring. She felt a cooling of her thighs and legs, and was startled to see that in the final moment of the fight, the time of the actual twin ring kills, she had lost bladder control and pissed herself. It was a humiliating moment, because she had never before lost control, although she did not remember the time of her life before she was potty trained. She stood silently in her own pool of piss, hoping nobody would notice the dark spot on the plush carpet. She was sure she would be chastised for this if her indiscretion was discovered, but it could be much worse if she abandoned her post.

When the people sat down she could see the ring again, and saw the MC climbed through the ropes into the ring. He said into the mic "We don't want to leave any job unfinished, do we. For the safety of these women, I want to verify their deaths." He pulled his pistol from its holster. It was an old Colt 45 revolver. He grabbed Anita's hair at the front and lifted her head high, thrust the muzzle of his pistol into her gaping mouth, aimed it slightly upward and without hesitation he fired. The room filled with a surprisingly loud bang! The bullet would normally have gone through the woman's head, blowing out a dollar size hole in the back of her skull. This bullet had obviously been altered, designed to spread on impact, because it blew the entire back and top of her head off, sending off a large spray of brain, blood, bone and hair. This was the best insurance possible for a guaranteed kill.

He walked around behind the German, took hold of Gertrude's hair in the same manner, and when he lifter her head the bitch's eyes opened, and she looked at him in horror. He was startled, because he believed she had been killed, but he quickly recovered. "We have ourselves a live one here,” he said, “and I hereby officially declare her the winner!" He then looked at her horrible wounds and the pile of her intestines on the canvas. She looked at him in terror, her eyes pleading.

"I'll let the Sheik's guests decide. You can all see how completely this big bitch has been wasted. Does the cunt live?"

"NO" they shouted in unison. "KILL THE BITCH!" KILL THE BITCH! KILL THE BITCH!" they chanted.

"The jury has reached it's verdict, and made it known!" he said. The pistol went into Gertrude's mouth. She had lost so much blood, and was still leaking the elixir of life, so he could not stretch this out if he was going to be able to claim the kill for his own, as another notch on the handle of his pistol. Her mouth opened wide, as if she could will the weapon out.

"One!" At least he could improve the level of horror the cunt was experiencing. "TWO!" The audience had joined in. The woman squeezed her eyes closed, attempting to block out the horror. "THREE!" Her eyes flew open, and bulged as the gun fired. Her brains were suddenly blasted out through her skull, and her eyes popped out of their sockets from the internal force of the explosion inside her skull.

The MC picked up Anita's wrist, paused a moment, then dropped it and did the same with Gertrude's wrist. As at last it fell he said, "I hereby declare these lovely ladies to be officially dead meat! May their remains bring nourishment to lower life forms."

*

When it was show time, Hallie had positioned herself on the same wall but some distance from the sadistic black woman, and successfully escaped her notice. The young girl had quickly expired from the extreme abuse at the hands of the sadistic African woman, lying spread-eagle on the table with her tummy gradually swelling, her inner organs extensively discombobulated. Her diminutive nude body had been removed, the end of the bottle still firmly lodged in her distorted little vagina. The level of the lights came down, the curtains went up, and what the audience saw brought applause. Revealed were two feisty girls, a slender and wiry 11 year old Malaysian and a stocky 12 year old black girl who both swung upside down, tied by their ankles to short horizontal bars so that they hung just three feet apart, their legs spread by two feet, and each carried a very small knife.

The sturdy handles were taped into their fists, and what was different was that the shiny steel blades were only an inch long, apparently to prevent deep organ damage, which could possibly end the contest much too early. This event was a true blood-sport, designed to have damage entirely visible so that it would be a certain crowd pleaser. Death would most likely come to the inverted nude girls through blood loss, which meant lots of color and a longer struggle. Around the wrist of the knife-bearing arm was a brightly colored ribbon that was held by each girl's handler, so that they could not begin their lethal contest until the ribbons were released.

These girls were both very attractive, with well-developed bodies for their age. At 20 Hallie thought of herself as young to be in this sport, but she now knew that young girls like these two were commonly used in the D-Ring organization. The Malaysian girl had yet to develop breasts, but the black child had developed an impressive pair of tits that dangled to her shoulders in her inverted position. Because she had reached puberty, her preparation had included both vagina scupting and defoliation. The Oriental had her vulva expanded and shaped with injections as well, but had yet to develop hair growth in the groin and lower belly.

"Some of you," the MC said as he stepped onto the stage, "may not have seen the talents of youth at work in the violence entertainment industry, but D-Ring, a leader in the field, has found that when it comes to extreme violence, young ladies fresh out of elementary school are as proficient in it as their mothers and more mature sisters, and can readily summon the will to kill with the right inducements. You have not seen this kind of ferocious entertainment commonly because of restrictive laws regarding age in too many countries which prohibit ladies under the age of 18 from taking their rightful place in the ring.

“Because of discriminatory laws, young ladies such as these can only be seen in these lethal competitions in a couple of our public casinos in the far east, in South America and one in Africa, where there is absolutely no discrimination against youth. We do however provide girls of this age and younger for private gatherings like this one anywhere in the world, for an audience with the sophistocated tastes of this gathering.” A hearty round of applause demonstrated appreciation for the organization's efforts, and the exception being made here tonight. The audience was primed for this novel form of entertainment, and were ready to watch one young girl killing another.

"Thank you. We are actively working to correct prohibitive laws, hoping some day to remove all restrictions. In the meantime, our gracious host the Sheik has invited us to present for your entertainment in this private event the kind of events that you might not otherwise get to enjoy. Since he is the only law on this island, there are no inhibitions to the brutally violent battle between these lovely if aggressive young ladies you are about to witness.” More applause followed, this time for their host.

"The young ladies before you have since joining our team of entertainers been provided with encouragement to become mortal enemies, and the success of these efforts they will demonstrate for you. They responded very well to their conditioning, have developed certified hatred of each other, and are prepared to give you a spirited show of extreme violence. Just like life for these nude young entertainers, talk is cheap, so let's allow the girls to get down to business!"

He stepped off the stage as the slender wrist ribbons were released, and the blades flashed in the spotlights, causing the ribbons to twist and weave in a delayed pattern not unlike those used by rhythmic gymnasts, although this sport had much more deadly consequences for the athletes. The hatred these girls had for each other and their wish to inflict severe damage and a kill was immediately apparent in the flurry of their attacks on each other, with both screaming at each other, the Malaysian in her native language and the black in strong Jamaican accented English. Because they were youths, the pitch of their voices was high and shrill, and their screams when struck by a blade went up an extra octave.

The Malaysian girl took a stab to her side, and the knife stuck in one of her ribs. Her blade slashed the full breast of the black, bringing forth the first crimson flow. Quickly she followed with a rapid series of stabs to the black's belly, producing a pattern of bleeding holes as the black jerked her blade free. Quickly she lashed it across the face of her opponent, splitting the bridge of her nose. She had been going for the Oriental's eyes, but separating her nostrils from the bridge of her nose worked well, because it introduced a spray of blood into her opponent's lungs. The flow into them was limited, however, because she was inverted, so most of the blood produced flowed downward between her eyes.

Both girls used their arms in a limited but reflexive defense, and the resulting damage to their upper limbs was severe. The chubby black girl had large, fully developed breasts, and she sustained the greatest damage to her tit meat, and the tight belly of the Malaysian was soon covered with indiscriminant slashes. She was the first to go for the other's cunt, and although the blades were too short to reach in to any depth, they each quickly demolished the other's vestibule, and if the had been virgins, were no longer, as any semblance of a hymen in either vagina was quickly destroyed.

The fronts of the two girls were now nearly 50% covered in their blood, but their wounds were not yet life-threatening. The most effective slash was one that dug a gash in the side of the Malaysian that was nearly a foot long. Because the black girl was a bit chubby, the Oriental's blade was not long enough to slice entirely through her bacon meat, but the Malaysian was slender with well defined muscle - another quarter inch deep and this juvenile girl would have her intestines oozing out of her.

The MC stepped onto the stage now as the handlers came forward. They grasped the ends of the ribbons dangling from the girls' wrists, making it no longer possible for the young combatants to reach each other with their weapons. "As you can see, the passion these young ladies have for the fight is striking, wouldn't you agree?" The audience showed their appreciation with applause. "As you can tell, they are ready and willing to kill each other, but their weapons make that a rather slow process. What they need is a tool that will let them get in deeper, so let's give them what they need to do the job right!" The applause doubled. "Why do we need to arm our youth with guns when they are so efficient with knives?"

The handlers grabbed the free wrist of each of the girls, and taped into it a knife with a longer blade, sufficient to penetrate and rip the belly or back meat of their opponent without severe damaging their vital organs. The black was given a 1½ inch blade and the Oriental a two inch blade. As before, the image of the new weapons appeared on the big screen. They had a stout curved blade almost like a highly compacted scimitar, and with the same feature in mind. It was both a puncture and ripping blade, and if used in that sequence, was capable of outstanding impact on the torso of a full grown woman, and capable of much more damage to teenage girls.

Hallie knew she would be good, maybe even great, with a weapon in her hand. She imagined herself facing an armed adversary and felt dampness in her loins as her carnal instinct rose. This trip to the island had prepared her and now she knew she was ready for a serious and deadly fight. If she really hated the bitch she was to fight, she now knew she was fully capable of killing her. As she understood it, being at the killer level meant she would make much more money per fight.

The MC stepped off the stage, the handlers released the ribbons, and the girls promptly swung their new weapons at each other, demonstrating the remarkable intensity of their hatred for each other. They ignored their own wounds as they inflicted new and more devastating damage to their loathed opponent. The black Jamaican slashed off the right nipple and a couple of inches of tit meat from the Asian, then took a penetrating hit to her cheek that cut off a face fillet, exposing a white patch of her cheek bone. She slashed across the Malaysian's torso just below the ribs, and took an angular vertical slash across her own belly from the Asian's blade.

Their screams reached a new climax as they both felt they were on the brink of a kill, and both were running on pure adrenalin, ignoring the horrific damage they were taking to their own nude bodies. The thickness of the black's chubby torso provided her an advantage; she would have been dead by now from the first round without the added protection her fat gave her. Although they had cut each other severely all over and were weakening from the exertion of the inverted fight and from loss of blood, both were focused on killing their opponent, and seemed to favor the abdominal cavity as a target.

They viciously slashed each other's belly, ripping repeatedly until small openings spread and the meat gradually parted, at last allowing the squirming youths' steaming intestines to progressively spill out. From the sheer horror of what they were experiencing, they both released their bladders, sending up a small golden fountain that washed down across their spilling guts and dripping down, mixed with the pools of their blood on the canvas floor of the stage. The Malaysian girl got the master stroke when the black pitched her head back as she realized she was losing her guts.

The Oriental slashed with all her remaining strength, ripping open the black's throat, and the young pretty young black heaved wildly, quivered uncontrollably, then her blood-streaked body gave a final shake and went limp. She had acted with no time to spare because of her loss of blood, because within a minute the Malaysian girl also slumped in death, and the two young ladies young hung by their ankles like the slaughtered and butchered meat they were, entirely of their own doing.

For most of the audience, watching naked teenage girls engage in a battle to the death was a new and exciting experience. Hallie was surprised her response was the same as it was for the death of fighting full size women. Their young age didn't seem to make a difference to her, because she rationalized once these eighteen year olds were owned by the organization they were going to die anyway, and sooner was just as good as later. Also, they were clearly eager participants, and were of sufficient age to know enough of death to make a binding decision on committing themselves to the contest and its outcome. If putting them in front of a crowd to kill each other was what the organization thought people wanted, they were going to do it, and it turned out for this crowd it was a good choice.

This island was out of the jurisdiction of any restricting laws, and every outcome was possible here. 18 was an arbitrary number at best, and as long as the audience wanted it, what was the harm in letting these two lovely looking but violence prone little girls compete? Hallie realized the audience was delighted to witness these nude young kids demolish each other in this bizarre fight, and now having personally seen minors doing extreme damage to each other gave her a new appreciation of the scope of D-Ring Inc. operations she had been told about by Ms. Helene.

The MC came on stage, and said "I hereby declare the Chink the winner, and the Nigress the loser, no contest!" The audience agreed with their applause and loud cheering. "Our performers are all fully ensured, and we of course have to provide a bit of special death insurance, just to make sure there is no undue suffering." The audience laughed as one at a time he thrust the long barrel of his pistol into the open mouth of each of the inverted dead girls, and put a bullet up through their necks into their bodies. The gutless torsos heaved with the impact trauma, but did not split.

For these young ladies he had obviously used a lighter load casing in the big pistol. The curtain dropped before the clean-up crew came in to remove the meat and mess so that they could set up for the next performance. The show was progressing very well. It was impossible to know in advance how well participants would perform, and every fight with the same design might be completely different than any before it. That was what made live show business so exciting.