“I want you to see the preparation for our most outrageous event. You will never have heard of the Jillhammer.”

“What’s that?” Hallie was seldom unable to even guess at a sport, but this one had her stumped.

“Come with me, we have some ladies being prepared starting today.” She got up and Hallie followed her out of the office and down to an underground level she had not visited. They followed a hallway and about half way along entered a medium sized room with big glass windows to another room the same size. It was equipped with a big workbench, a large tool cabinet and a pair of cots. There were two burly male handlers, a female technician and two striking nude female bodybuilders.

“Rachael and Carmen were recruited from the same body building gym, one that produces world-class bodies on many of its clients. It has 11 world titles for female builders it produced, and more than 70 national titles to support that remarkable success record. These two are the most successful of two dozen body building recruits taken in a three week period from leading training gyms throughout the mid-west, all of them specially obtained for our Jillhammer events.”

“What’s a Jillhammer?”

“Big specially mounted weapons. You’ll see them shortly. They put them in the fighter’s cunt. Before being permanently fitted with Jillhammers, all of the competitors to wear them have to obtain substantial ring and fight experience. Because of the weight of the devices, only big powerful women can use them. We use only top-level body builders in this sport, because of the strength and endurance required to fight with these heavy weapons implanted in their wombs. After six months of training and ring fights, 1/3 of them had not survived the rigors of fight life, but in their deaths had earned D-Ring Inc. millions of dollars in gambling revenues.

These two gorgeous recruits have taken to the ring as if they were born into fighting, and have fought in D-Ring casinos around the world. Between them they have a total of 13 ring kills, in addition to causing at least eighteen in-the-ring dispatches. They are good and know it. They were pleased to be re-united, because they had not seen each other since their novice fight, in which they had produced a rare draw when neither was able to continue because of massive blood loss.

“They were worth restoring, which was a simple matter of careful stitching and transfusions, and they had been quickly brought back to fighting trim, each of them back in the ring within three weeks. They had both caused a ring-dispatch of their opponent their very next fight, and their careers were in full swing, both assigned to death fights from that time forward.

“Now they are being prepared for a specialty of the D-Ring organization, a particularly bizarre competition that was created more than 20 years earlier ago called the Jillhammer Fight. Both had witnessed such fights, but knew little of the preparation required to stage them. These incredibly violent contests are so destructive they can only be billed as death fights, and either contestant is likely to die in the ring, because damage is usually so severe that the winner often has to be dispatched in the ring.

The Jillhammer Fights have proven to be one of the most productive for the casinos because of their remarkable visual impact, and are staged in one of our casinos somewhere around the world every month. What makes them attractive to the competitors is that both contestants are in full and constant orgasm from very early in the contest, and their level of sexual stimulation grows steadily as the fight progresses.”

The two muscle-bound women were free to move about in the preparation compound in which they had been held for the past four weeks. During that time every ninety minutes they were required to lay back on the bench in the middle of the room, 24 hours a day, when a handler came to turn the device in their wombs a quarter turn. it was a uterus expander, which drew a shrill scream each time it was adjusted, gradually opening their cervix. When inserted it had painfully stretched the tiny opening to three quarters of an inch, and now the stretching period was complete, with the cervix opening a full four inches wide, making their uterus an extension of their vaginal sheath, providing these enormously muscular young women with what could reasonably considered a sixteen inch deep cunt.

They would need every bit of that depth to engulf the bizarre tool their enlarged wombs were about to accommodate. Hallie gasped as the first of these was taken out of the tool cabinet and laid on the bench. Ms. Helene explained to her what she was seeing. The Jillhammer was a specially designed and built reduced version of the Jackhammer, a tool with a powerful pneumatic action capable of breaking up cement.

The original is driven by compressed air, but the Jillhammer, designed exclusively for women, is entirely self-contained, driven by a powerful electric battery attached to the end of the device's body. Both the powerful battery and the body of the Jillhammer are fully engulfed in the female fighter's greatly enlarged and deepened cunt. The shaft with the battery on the end is sixteen inches long, five inches high and four inches wide, and because of its outlandish size, the incredible weapon is entirely engulfed in both the vagina and uterus. Permanently. With their cervix training complete, the body of the heavy tool was now ready for insertion.

Both women had wrist and ankle cuffs put on, and Carmen was instructed to stand against the far wall. The handlers strapped Rachael to the workbench face up, her arms held wide-spread by fastening links on the side of the bench, then her muscular legs were bent under the bench and her ankle cuffs were attached to links on the bench's legs, holding them wide apart. The battery, part of the device at the back end, is the heaviest part of the tool, and it goes into the wearer's body the deepest.

It took both strong male handlers to insert the big Jillhammer into Rachael’s womb, thrusting it repeatedly until the inner flesh of the extended vagina took it to its full depth. Only a couple of inches of the body of the device remained outside the grasp of Rachael's greatly distended cunt. The remainder tapered forward to the dual 1.5 inch chucks that would hold the pounding shaft and small saw.

“These are our most sophisticated killing tools,” Ms. Helene said. “When a woman is fitted with one of these, she has the ability to do incredible violence to her opponent. It takes a crew to clean up what’s left after the fight.”

“That’s totally incredible!” Hallie exclaimed. “Too bad I’m not a big muscle bitch like them! Imagine what I could do with one of those mean puppies stuffed into my cunt!”

The attachments were dangerous and sharp, and would not be added until the ladies and completed their training and were ready in several weeks to enter the ring. There was further training to be done, and time was needed for their vaginas to contract sufficiently to completely grasp the deep groves and raised ridges on the body of the tool, which was designed to be used exclusively as an enormously destructive weapon, and was of necessity a permanent fitting in the female fighter’s womb.

It had to be fully gripped by their reproductive organ before the ladies could begin the extensive training necessary to become an effective Jillhammer fighter. Their cunt meat literally grows into the groves, which takes some time, but with a good tight fit is worth the wait. Putting the huge device in place had been a difficult task; once the uterus and vagina had contracted to grip it firmly, removing it the way it went in would be impossible.

This extensive human renovation took time. Their genitalia and gonads were in the process of being converted from a system to produce offspring into a grasping system for a heavy killing weapon. The device was made so that the battery could be fully recharged while in place, through connectors in the device’s external jaw, so that in the case a woman survived a Jillhammer fight she could take part in another by recharging the deeply seated battery after her wounds healed. Once a woman was killed her weapon would be cut out of her for re-use in another big fighter, also specially recruited and trained in the fight ring to be an effective Jillhammer fighter.

Rachael thought the insertion was complete, but there was one more piece to be put in place. One of the handlers took a small device from his kit, shaped like and the size of a .45 bullet with a ten-inch length of wire attached. A large bore catheter was inserted into her urethra, and the device was pushed all the way up into her bladder. The other handler held a small plastic device with a button on it. they released Rachael's wrists while holding her on her back on the table. The handler passed the small device to Rachael and told her to push the button. When she did she suddenly bucked, thrusting her hips high as she screamed.

"That's Sparkie at work," he said, "just a small reminder if you forget what you are supposed to do. You'll get some training with that between now and your event, and then we'll replace it with another with a full charge for the event. The wire acts as an antenna for actuation, and is also used to pull the device out when we wish to replace it."

They released Rachael from the bench and attached Carmen, fitting her in the same manner with her large cunt-held weapon and her own bladder-mounted Sparkie. On both women about four inches of the antenna wire stuck out of their urethras, because the Sparkie in their bladders was six inches from their vagina’s vestibule, but a full ten inches of antenna was the length required for the frequency used.

In addition to the posture training encouraged by the Sparkies, the two muscle-bound women had much work to do in getting used to carrying that extraordinary weight embedded in their stretched cunts, and to become nimble in their movement in order to manipulate them to advantage in their upcoming fight. It would take much work, but in achieving their level of body conditioning they had both proved their work ethic.

*


During the next two weeks Hallie visited the observation room frequently to watch the progress of Rachael and Carmen’s Jillhammer training. For that entire time the girls had some company - through the glass in the room where Hallie watched the loading of the Jillhammers were a pair of ten-year-old girls working 4 hour shifts, replaced with two more little girls the same age for the next shift. Carmen and Rachael wore four inch spike heeled shoes that showed off their beautiful feet and muscular legs to advantage as they moved, the incredible weapons gripped in their wombs, forcing them to slightly bend their knees as they walked, unable to get their knees less than a foot apart.

They were required to wear these shoes for a 12-hour period, which included their sleep time, which was usually 5 or 6 hours. Then they were required to remove the shoes, and remain up on their toes for a full twelve hours. This special trainng regime was necessary because with the weight of the large Jillhammer added to their own weight, walking up on their toes was not easy, despite their exceptional conditioning. In the first few days their ankles hurt, the big muscles of their legs ached and their calves cramped. This conditioning was necessary in order that would become well conditioned to being agile while carrying the considerable extra weight.

The three shifts of pairs of little girls controlled the Sparkies in the two women, giving them a bladder jolt each time they dropped from their toes. The children were fitted with smaller Sparkies inserted up into their bladders. If a little girl was slow to react when one of the women momentarily relaxed, she got an electric bladder jolt herself from her trainer. When they gave the women a shock they were given ice as a reward. These children came from Florida where hey had won their first fights in the fight pit deep in the bowels of a docked ship, and were now being conditioned to sadistically inflict pain without remorse, using a proven punishment/reward system to train them to enjoy it.

Ms. Helene joined Hallie in the observation room one day. “In the first couple of years of Jillhammer fights the women had full use of their arms,” she told her. Full use of their arms, otherwise not useful in the fight, allowed for better balance and the opportunity to grasp the opponent. What ended that freedom was a fight in which one bitch quickly got onto her back, used her powerful arms and legs to hold her opponent above her, and drilled open the young muscle-bound cunt's belly, giving herself a gut shower in an incredibly vicious fight that lasted less than 30 seconds.

That was a hold she adapted from the old style of wrestling, but from which there is no retreat if a powerful drill is in use. The kill was spectacular, but when another fighter who had witnessed that first event repeated the same strategy the rules were immediately changed, and Jillhammer fighters were required to fight with their elbows tightly bound behind their backs, which makes retaining balance tougher as they parry for position.

“When a woman goes down she has to roll to get back up, and if she raises her buttocks, which is the best way to get stable, she risks taking the Jillhammer up the ass, which is the most popular strategy to end a fight. The only training the cunts get is in how to get up after losing their footing, and how to avoid getting reamed in the rectum, because that is also a quick killer, with virtually no chance to extract the rectum from the pounding and splitting drill.

“Another problem with being invaded in the rectum during a Jillhammer fight is that the weapon’s control is in the anus. Literally. The small mini-plug jack on the lower side of the exposed jaw of the weapon is where the control button is plugged in. The lead is less than three inches long, because the control is fitted into the fighter’s rectum just before the fight. She is trained to use her sphincter to squeeze the button, turning on the heavy device in her womb. By relaxing her grip the disc stays in her butt hole but the weapon switches off, saving valuable charge in the big battery buried permanently in her uterus. Conserving battery life during a fight is a key strategy, because it would never do to run out of juice while the fight is in progress.

“These Jillhammer fights are very special, and because we charge each gambler a $1,500. entry fee for these extra special events, we make certain the gamblers get an extra special show. Not only are there additional ring kills, but also we always produce an exceptional surprise event prior to the main event on the card. It makes for a very special evening, and if you do your next assignment well, I’ll see if I can arrange for you to attend, perhaps even to sit in the audience.”

“That would be outstanding!” Hallie said, showing her excitement. She had no idea what assignment she would be given next, but determined to exceed their expectations. She guessed it would be a major task, perhaps preparing for another private party, because it would be at least a month before these big ladies would go into the ring with these huge implanted weapons.

Hallie enjoyed watching this rectal switch control part of the training. One at a time the women were fitted with their anal switch, and practiced turning the big device on and off. It took nearly an hour for them to get used to the interaction between the squeeze of their rectum and the heavy vibration of the powerful weapon. The vibration was so intense it brought them to orgasm, and kept them there as long as the device was running. While one was training her collar was fastened to a wall-anchored chain so she was able to reach only one side of the room.

Her opponent had her collar chained to a loop on the far wall, putting her out of danger of being damaged while in training. The woman with the rectal switch enabled was given a two foot long and foot-thick log with instructions to reduce it to sawdust. This gave the big beautiful bitches, one at a time, the chance to get used to controlling their weapon, and proved to be excellent training. They learned that there was just over twenty minutes of running time on their weapon until its battery was exhausted. This meant they had to use the switch judiciously if they didn’t want to run out of power while a fight was in progress. This would be a fatal error.

The jaws held the inch-thick pounding shaft as the principal weapon. Just in front of that was a ten-inch blade that resembled a large jigsaw. It was a strong saw blade that was designed for cutting through a woman’s bones. The intent appeared to be to enable the women to dismember their opponent during a fight. For practice purposes each woman was given a fifteen-foot pine tree that was laid on the floor. Their training consisted of cutting off all the tree’s limbs, then cutting all parts into short lengths of firewood, using the saw blades on their outrageous cunt-mounted weapons. Their arms were not bound for the training, allowing them to hold the wood as they cut it. This was necessary because the longer pounding shaft prevented them from getting the saw blades into wood that was too close to the floor.

As they worked on this task the floor was quickly covered with sharp pine needles, which created an amusing discomfort for them. Hallie was excited watching these bright and very fit muscular women, highly aroused by the big vibrating tools in their wombs, working the brutal pounding and sawing weapons on the wood, while standing on their tiptoes. They looked like they had amazing metal cocks, and with their big bulging breasts made a totally outrageous site as they trained for the totally debauched and deadly battle.

The little girls were quite active with their Sparkie buttons, giving the women a jolt each time either of them lowered off her toes, even part way, and when they were not quick enough, one or the other of the little girls beside Hallie would scream as she took a jolt from her own little bladder-mounted Sparkie. The girls’ trainers were also having fun with this training.

Both Rachael and Carmen ran out of power in their weapons during their training several times, and had to sit on the floor with their legs spread, the obscene weapons thrusting from their spread and stuffed genitals, as their handlers removed the rectal switches as a safety measure and then plugged in the chargers to restore power to the cunt-buried batteries. The big Lithium Ion batteries were on rapid-charge, but were so big they took two hours to obtain a full charge.

Hallie also observed the two big gorgeous fight bitches keeping up their incredible muscle development in the gym, and found it very amusing to see the extremely muscular ladies working out nude on the fitness machines with their weapons thrusting out of their metal-crammed genitals. With their cunts jammed with these large metal devices they would never wear panties again. Sweat ran down their bellies, over their clean-shaved pubic mounds and down their flared inner lips to drip from the open jaws of the chuck that would hold the pounding post and saw blade in place.

Even when working out on the treadmills and cycle machines they were required to remain up on their toes, with the little girls armed with their Sparkie switches working the devices every time Rachael or Carmen lowered their heels. Whenever they received an internal shock they screamed, their body jolted so hard their big firm breasts bounced, then they promptly elevated onto their toes again. The requirement to remain up on tiptoes was contributing to the necessary conditioning of their powerful legs and ankles while providing everyone who watched their training an impressive view of the outstanding female limbs.

Each charge of the Sparkies was good for about 40 painful jolts, and during the training period the devices were replaced twice. As their training progressed the need for prompting via sharp shots from their internal Sparkies diminished, until the cute little sadistic girls were no longer needed. They were each given their partners switch, and got to give each other painful electric jolts in their bladders just for the fun of it. The bizarre game of cruelty lost its appeal when they realized the only reward for giving pain to the other little girl was a return shot inside her own bladder. After a week the children were gone, having learned well their cruelty lesson. It was a lesson that would remain with them as long as they lived. They had both thoroughly enjoyed the fun of hurting the big women who could not retaliate.

The pretty little nude girls had responded well to their training, and now were both merciless sadists. They would do well in the fight ring, where no sign of mercy is allowed. Hallie wished she had got into D-Ring’s programs at that age, so that she could have learned all she now knew about the pleasure of being the cause of another woman’s grief, and would not have wasted her youth on boys and particularly on that asshole Brad.