Myrna wandered through the huge restless crowd gathering outside the Arena, feeling the excitement that buzzed through the milling, anxious mass of men and women. They were eagerly awaiting the beginning of the weekly presentation of sexually violent sports events in the big old building. There were more exotic sports for the wealthy, the upper middle class who had the bucks to spend; people who belonged to private clubs where the best was available every night, Those were extravagant places; this was a sports hall for the working class.
Every Saturday night before her shift, Myrna moved through the audience, made up mostly of lower class workers; fans who had faithfully followed the progression of the sport from the old days when only men were involved, and the blood-spilling during their wrestling matches was gratuitous. That was before the US President had decided he wanted to serve more than two terms, and had seized control of the army and congress. He had the wisdom to satiate the anger of the population by gratifying both the religious right by staging public executions of those they wanted punished, and public mayhem in the arenas for the masses. He had learned well. Wrestling fans loved to see the sweat on the muscular bodies of the men in the ring. The temperature in the arena was raised to 95 degrees, and the sweating contestants went into the ring nude. It had worked for the ancient Roman Caesars, and now it was working for him.
Myrna had no sense of politics. She was a simple working class girl, very pretty, who loved being among the spectators, and to feel their excitement as they got themselves worked up before they entered the old arena to witness the weekend's violent DeathSports. Large breasted women strolled the grounds wearing only high heels and toreador pants. They sold spectators the right to slap their bare breasts. Long legged dancing girls wearing only a blouse and high heels would sell the spectators Tootsie Rolls, and would spread their knees and thrust their pelvis to allow the buyer to return his purchase by thrusting it into her vagina.
Myrna considered herself well above the level of these prostitutes, but respected their right to work. She knew they were providing a valuable service to the spectators, warming them up for the violence that would follow. These brutal and deadly events provided the only real excitement in their otherwise hum-drum lives.
Being in the crowd also enhanced the sexual feeling that stirred in her loins, generated by the raw excitement and anticipation, fed by the crowd's passion, before she went inside the large Community Arena to report for duty. These were killing games. All of the men and women who had come to the arena were anticipating the excitement of the brutal bloodsports, lusting for the powerful thrust of the broadsword up into a naked cunt, the ripping of human flesh with inhuman and ingenious weapons which were designed to severe limbs, to torture and mutilate the sex organs, to eviscerate living victims in these very popular, highly entertaining and necessarily bloody orgies of death.
This was living. It took incredible guts to get into the ring, knowing the need indulge in excessive violence, and probably succumb to it. Myrna secretly dreamed of one day becoming a famous Deathfighter herself, to briefly hear the roar of the crowd cheering for her in victory, or, if she was less than perfect, at least recognizing her sacrificing her beautiful body, naked in submission and defeat. She craved the action and envied those who took part even though she knew that the victors were more often just the survivors, and often became live meat for live televised dog food commercials the very next day.
In this advanced and highly evolved society, there were far too many people produced for the number of jobs available. Modern medicine had not only allowed people to live longer, but had also greatly increased the fertility rate of women. The population problem had long ago reached beyond crisis proportion, forcing the Nation to come up with creative and innovative solutions. The best remedy of all had evolved slowly but surely to what was the raw and sexually violent Deathsports. These violent events calmed and pacified the workers, while dealing effectively with the fortunate and incredibly unbalanced oversupply of expendable humans.
There were far more excess females than males in this part of the world, and the increasing supply of new females was quickly reaching glut proportions. This situation was worsened because there were far more jobs for males than for females, and the situation was also fortunate, because there was far more sexual arousal, aggression satisfaction and entertainment value in men watching the novel forms of butchery of beautiful and aggressive nude females than in the destruction of males to satiate the female population. Controlling the numbers of both sexes was necessary, but the predominance of victims were the pretty young bitches, who also usually proved to be the best Deathfight entertainers.
Many new and innovative solutions to the overpopulation problem were proposed, and most were adapted. Many of the nation's wealthy kept vicious pets. Excess live humans, mostly young females, were sold to them as pet food, so that feeding time became a delightful spectator event. The number of houses of prostitution and theaters for live obscene performances was quickly multiplying, and simple bondage was quickly being replaced by extreme terminal torture of screaming victims as the main entertainment offering of these establishments.
Gang rapes and grizzly murders of female victims were still of course illegal, but perpetrators were no longer prosecuted. Men would more often murder their spouse rather than divorce her, and if the bitch's body were properly disposed of, few questions were asked. Most popular of all the solutions to the population problem were the public lethal contests, bloodsports and exhibitions staged for the diversion of the masses and the destruction of the participants, usually staged in traditional fight rings in the old arenas. Although the upper classes had their own private events, and could access the most desirable young males and females for their entertainments, the most destructive and exciting raw violence acts were those in the old arenas. These were the incredible Deathfights.
Myrna was a junior medic. Her job was to inject the participants with the drugs that enlarged their sex organs, and a mix of morphine and adrenaline that would allow them to survive their wounds longer, fighting and bleeding for the entertainment of the jaded crowd. Tonight was special, as Myrna discovered when she got to the medic office, located below the stands. Usually there were about a dozen riffraff whores, drug addicts and alcoholics from skid row fleabag hotels and sleazy bars, augmenting the normal supply of pretty shanty town kiddies, because it was desirable to kill off the worst of the society first.
The other main supply for this arena was the children from the overcrowded slum shanty towns around the outskirts of the city where the people of all races bred like mink. Procurers of participants for the Deathsports used these slums for the harvesting of human livestock. The shanty towns were where the most interesting victims came from. The main entertainment in these decrepit ghettos was nightly sex, and this fertile breeding-ground produced an enormous oversupply of very attractive children, often yielding the most attractive features of each race, and a high degree of fresh beauty not seen in many of the controlled genetically combined races.
Tracing the genetic lineage in these slums was usually very difficult because of the high degree of inbreeding and cross breeding. The situation was further complicated by the fact that girls were now commonly fertile by as young as nine or ten. This was due to fierce competition among chewing gum manufacturers, who put additives into their products that increased sexual activity among youngsters.
These highly addictive substances caused early hormonal changes in both boys and girls. As a result, the birth rate was so high and the offspring were so unimportant that very few records were ever kept. Young girls with big bellies were often seen in the alleys with their skirts raised, giving birth directly into trash cans. A simple twist of the sprog's neck or a stab with a jackknife put an instant end to the unwanted infant. More often, the babies were kept for sentimental reasons, and the population grew at an uncontrolled rate.
Tonight the arena's holding pens were filled to overflowing with prisoners who had been jailed in the last few days from all the district towns, and instead of a costly trial, they were all automatically sent to entertain in the arena. In fact, many of the female prisoners had been arrested simply to fill the gender quota for the games tonight, not because of any suspicion of crimes or infringements of the laws. They had simply disappeared from the streets, legally scooped up by cruising police vans.
Yes, tonight was going to be something quite special, and Myrna was feeling that special itch in her crotch as she began her duties. She was assigned to the male prisoners, an assignment she loved, because she had developed an exciting technique for tickling up each thick penis, and then sliding the hypodermic needle almost right through it before injecting the large drug load into the pierced male sex meat. This was a special cocktail drug that was designed to enlarge the organs for good visibility in the big arena. Mixed with the organ enlargement drug was another that put the men into a high state of rut. They would enter the ring, fight valiantly and die in an advanced state of sexual arousal.
This special lot of prisoners meant that one of the famous Amazon Bitches who was Government trained would be here to castrate the pricks! She was so excited she could hardly reload the syringe as she moved along the row of captive men, who were laying back on the bench with their legs up to present their cocks and balls. The stupid bastards had been told they were going into the arena for a special fuck-fest, for such sex exhibitions were common, although only during the week, never on a Saturday night.. The horny bastards had all bought that false story, and were now going willingly to face their certain deaths against the imposing Amazon fighter.
The story about the fuck-fest was believable because they had seen the luscious nude women and girls being filed into the room even as their sex organs were being injected with the flesh-swelling drug. The female prisoners had just come from the special make-up rooms, where they had their hair done up and their faces, bodies and sex organs made more attractive with tanning and outlining cosmetics.
Myrna heard the other two medics discussing the night's events. They had seen the program, and knew that the main event for the evening was going to be a female battle royal, her favorite. They said that this one would be special, with five naked women and girls at a time in the ring, in a free-for-all. All of the nude cunts would be armed with the vicious T-handled meat hooks. It would be murderous in there, and the action would be outrageous.
When a cunt was unable to get up, another would be pushed in through the ropes, while a crew dragged away any carcasses that hung out of the ring, or could be reached with a meat hook. The violence would continue nonstop until all fifty of the specially selected naked female captives had been thrown into the melee, and a single bloodied victor stood in the writhing heap of pulsating female gore.
The nude women and girls selected spike heeled shoes to wear from a large pile, and after they had put them on, they lay back with their legs apart along a bench opposite the men, presenting their cunts to the other two medics. One was using her fingers to spread the tiny folds of cuntflesh, and sliding her needle in beside the clit of each female prisoner, causing the fleshy flowers to puff damply open, and the clits to grow to finger length.
The other medic was giving the women's breasts a similar treatment, with rapid and startling results. Even the pert little titties of the girls in their early teens swelled out firmly from their young chests like bizarre pointed footballs. They would make perfect fleshy targets for the sharp vicious weapons they would all be armed with.
The drugs being used were very strong and had severe side effects, including kidney damage, distention of the colon, or as the medics laughingly called it, "shitting your guts out your ass", and blindness. The drugs were very powerful, and these horrible side-effects occurred within only a day or two. There was an expensive antidote that would negate some of these severely debilitating side-effects, which were certain to bring on a quick death, but even those prisoners who somehow managed to leave the ring alive would not likely last through the night from their wounds, so no antidote was given.
Myrna secretly slid her hand under her short shift and rubbed up her hot little cunt. Every time she worked the fights, she felt this churning in her gut, wanting to get into the ring to taste the excitement of being seen by the audience, naked and able, dreaming of being the victor, lusting for the glory, and the approval of the crowd. Besides being very pretty, she had a terrific figure, and took good care of herself. She deserved to be admired by the hoard of screaming fight fans.
Myrna finished injecting the men, and as she put her medic kit away, she noticed that the slow medic cunts doing the women were nearing the end of the line, but had not yet finished. They were busy with a tall pretty eleven year old who was afraid of needles, and had to be held down as she was injected.
Suddenly Myrna felt her heart racing, and thought of how she could beat the system. On a sudden impulse, she slipped out of the loose fitting medic shift, kicked off her shoes and grabbed a pair of high heels from the pile for the prisoners. Now naked, she slipped on the gorgeous heels, got onto her back on the bench, raising her spread legs high to present her open and steaming cunt to the exciting needle.
She covered her face with her arms as they approached her, and knew they would never take the time to see who was getting the potent juice from their large hypodermic needles. As she expected, they ignored her arm-covered face as they injected her cunt and tits. The drugs worked very fast. Once her organs had expanded, she was sure they would not recognize her. She felt a mild burning sensation as the drug spread through her organs, then stabbing pains as her breasts and pubic mound swelled out obscenely.
The rapid swelling hurt so much that she suddenly lost control of her colon and dumped a huge pile of her shit on the bench. This was a revolting thing to do, but was quite natural under the circumstances. More than a third of the bitches given injections in this room did the same thing. It was a sign that they had low pain tolerance, a definite asset from the point of view of the audience. It was such cunts that made the best fighters, expending extra effort to avoid injury. They also put on a better show when they were slashed, stabbed or ripped. This was pure show business, and the bigger the response the better.
The act of defecation relieved her tension, and she laughed to herself. So that was what it felt like to have the sex organs and tits injected. She had done it to others many times, and enjoyed their screams when she did it, but was never sure if it was the pain or the horror that made them scream. She knew now it was probably both. No wonder these lily-livered cunts died so easily. Myrna was certain she would take out most of them before she took a single scratch.
It was after the men had gone out into the arena and the women were being lined up and handed their meat hooks that the rush of excitement from what she was doing really hit her. She could now become a famous fighter, and had a chance to chalk up fifty kills to her record in her first gut-wrenching fight! This was real! She was going to get into the ring! Now she really had a chance to become famous!
'Most of these bitches are in shock,' thought Myrna, watching the nervous cunts she was lined up with, several of whom were shamelessly pissing themselves. Thank god the air movement through the old arena's tunnels was brisk. It held down the smell, because the cleaners only got to do the areas under the stands once a month, and then only if one of the supervisors complained. The place smelled of death, which was part of the excitement. It was not just the violence of death, but the anticipation of it, that caused those getting ready to go into the ring to empty their bladders and often even their bowels. It was all part of what she had come to know of real showbusiness. She could feel the surge of sexual excitement rise in her gut as she looked at all this delectable naked female flesh just ripe for entertainment butchering. The large group she was with, all of them wearing only high heels but some too young for them, having yet to sprout titties or hair to grace their perky little vaginas, were in better shape and more physically appealing than most who came to die in this arena.
'There'll be nothing to it,' she thought, 'They're all so scared, I'll wipe them out in no time. I hope I'm one of the first in the ring.'
She watched a twelve year old girl crying, smearing her make-up as she rubbed her face into the swollen breasts of a large woman who was trying to comfort her. A beautiful thirteen year old blonde was doubled over, her rouged swollen cunt lips sticking out between her legs as she puked against the wall. Myrna slid a finger against the girl's clit and pushed her thumb right up into the inviting vagina. She had never done anything like that before to another female, although she had injected so many female organs. Now that she was one of them, about to step into the ring with them, it seemed an appropriate thing to do. If they were going to share the risk of death, there was nothing wrong with sharing intimate touch. Anyway, what could they do to her, make her go into the ring?
She could feel the girl's warm moist vagina muscle tighten as she pushed into her, gripping the invading thumb. She had always found female flesh so inviting, so vulnerable, and her greatest excitement was watching it being split and ripped open in the ring. This girl's cunt was more warm and moist than she expected. She could hardly wait until the pretty young bitch was released into the ring to face the vicious blades. With luck, she would get to the girl first with her own meathook, and give the pretty blonde the full treatment.
"Don't worry, cutie," she said, "It's gonna be a ball out there, with everyone cheering and everything. Just remember, they all really want us to win!" She had once heard a women tell that to her daughters when the young girls were to be pitted against her in a fight to the death. The woman had a jackknife and girls had spiked clubs. It had made little sense to Myrna, but now it seemed the only think she could say. The tight little cunt gripped her finger, and Myrna wondered if she were feeling the girl's fear or excitement. Just then a man moved along the row of naked women, inspecting the new crop, and he stopped at Myrna. He could see that this attractive young bitch finger fucking the youngster was enjoying herself, and was actually looking forward to wading into the carnage. Her eyes had that sparkle that was missing from most of the other bitches' eyes.
"You," he said, grabbing her arm, "You come with me, I need a special." Myrna's heart sank as she was taken out of the line of women. Her meat hook was taken from her, and she was pushed down the hallway. A burly matron threw a hooded cape over her nakedness, and took her into the arena, where she was placed in a small holding pen at ringside. The advantage of her placement was that she had an unobstructed view of the brutal action of the preliminary bout.
In the ring an awesome Amazon woman was taking on two men at a time. She was clearly a trained killer, with the flare of a professional entertainer. Her technique was simple. As she got hold of one, she wrapped her powerful legs around his neck. With one hand she pulled one of his legs in the air, and with the other took the hunting knife she carried in her teeth and deftly lopped off his penis or his balls, or sometimes even both, with a single stroke.
Putting the bloody blade back in her teeth, she would either suddenly twist over, often snapping his neck with the unexpected move, or bend him over backward until his spine snapped, or smother him by shitting into his screaming mouth and then dropping her wet cunt over his face so that he gagged to death on her crap. While one man struggled with his face buried in her crotch, she grab the second man and castrate him, as easily as if she were killing chickens.
After castrating one wiry little fellow, she held his neck in a scissors grip, and grabbing both his ankles, she jerked his legs apart again and again with her powerful arms to the approving roar of the crowd, until she actually ripped his groin and split his ruined crotch wide open, spilling his guts onto the bloody canvas. Throughout her act, as the men were fed into the ring, the cast aside victims were dragged away by a crew of plump naked women attendants, who deposited the carcasses in a large steel garbage receptacle under the stands. There were very few of the men that actually put up much of a fight, as the woman so far outclassed them. She was a true professional, and was in full control of each man thrust into the ring.
As a novel variation to her act, the Amazon suddenly caught one of the naked pudgy female attendants and dragged her into the ring. She bent the screaming startled bitch over on her hands and knees, with her ass propped high in the air. She drove two of her powerful fingers deep into the chubby girl's anus, then by pulling with all her might, ruptured the sphincter with her muscular fingers. Then she startled the most jaded of the spectators. She somehow managed to work her whole hand up into the screaming bitch's impossibly stretched colon, followed by her wedge-shaped forearm nearly to her elbow.
With one foot crushing the poor victim's pretty face into the bloodied canvas, she pumped the arm rapidly in the tortured asshole, forcing it deeper and deeper into the recesses of the bitch's torso, to the delighted rhythmic clapping of the excited crowd. In a short time she had worked her arm right in past the elbow, and the audience wanted more, chanting "Deeper! Deeper! Deeper!"
They clapped their hands in unison and stomped their feet, until it seemed the rafters of the arena shook. The poor hapless female victim had collapsed by the time the big Amazon's invading arm penetrated to the shoulder, and everyone could see the moving bulge in the chubby girl's belly where the Amazon's elbow bent. Suddenly she started pulling her arm out, and when her hand finally emerged, smeared with the girl's shit and blood, she held in her clenched fist the poor cunt's stomach. With it came several yards of the naked attendant's tangle of guts. This particular Amazon bitch always did the grossest things to her victims, and the crowd loved it.
The woman beside Myrna handed her a stout eighteen inch club. To the end of it was attached a two foot length of heavy chain, and as Myrna examined it, she saw to her horror that to the links were welded large chips of razor blades. Her jaw dropped as the woman pointed to the Amazon in the fight ring and said "Kill her." The authority in that powerful voice presented no options. There were no further directions or conditions. With no prior combat experience other than her dreams, and they were mostly of victory, not of fighting, she was now expected to enter the ring and go up against a professional killer! God, what if she won?!
The attendants were mopping the blood and gore from the canvas, and the big woman was standing, legs apart near the ropes, flicking her huge erect red clit at the audience while she waited for her next victim. She wore high heeled sandals, with thick leather cords that strapped up above the knees. Around her waist was a broad leather belt, and she also wore leather arm bands and a head band. She had tucked her knife into an arm band, which Myrna noted made it tougher for her to get to. This woman had lots of experience, but only with people who were frightened of her, and who were probably totally inexperienced. She never had need to act quickly, just with strength and authority.
"Watch out for her legs, you've seen what they can do," cautioned the matron to Myrna. "Keep out of her reach, and for shit sake, don't strike anywhere near her arms with the chain, or she'll grab your fucking weapon." As Myrna slipped out of her robe, the matron added "Remember, the audience is for the underdog, if they think they have any chance of winning, and you sure as fuck are the underdog in this one. Go out and beat the bitch! She's getting too old, and the audience has had their fill of her!"
The powerful Amazon bitch had her back to Myrna, and she thought the noise from the audience at Myrna's entry to the ring was reaction to her flicking at her thumb sized clit, and she continued to abuse it as Myrna climbed through the ropes, stood upright, lifted her weapon and swung it in an arc above her head. This movement required that she brace herself with her legs apart and knees bent, because the chain was very heavy. This displayed her drug enlarged genitals, and the swinging made her enlarged pointed breasts flop painfully. The audience cried lustily for the Amazon's blood.
Myrna swung at the big bitch's back at the same instant that the professional killer spun around, and the razor lined chain sliced almost entirely through the thick leather of the belt. Myrna was shocked at the damage done by the weapon provided to her. The big cunt was clearly taken by surprise, and was also stunned at the viciousness of the weapon. Myrna took advantage and quickly got in a second stunning blow, ripping upward across the mammoth left breast and right side of the cunt's face, tearing away shreds of flesh.
The Amazon made another mistake, glancing out of the ring for an instant at her handler to see if a weapon was being provided to her, and the heavy bladed chain slammed across her belly again, not only tearing away the belt, but also slicing deeply through muscle. The big bitch quickly realized her time had come, her career was over, and now she would have to fight for her life. She lowered her head and charged Myrna, roaring like an angry bull.
The young medic managed to lash the chain across the Amazon's back just as she was slammed into the turnbuckles in the corner of the ring. She heard the sickening sound of ribs snapping, accompanied by a sudden shot of pain that confirmed they were her own. The big woman stood back, turning away from her and reaching her arms as if to seize the wound on her back. Myrna was amazed to see the extent of the damage that blow had done.
Quickly and painfully she moved off the ropes and swung the vicious chain, this time ripping a narrow but deep swathe across the big bitch's side, just below the rib cage. The battered woman turned and kicked out, blinded by her own blood streaking her eyes, missing the intended target of Myrna's body but catching her left arm, snapping the bones just above the wrist. In the same brutal movement Myrna brought the heavy razor-crusted chain crashing against the killer woman's other side, so that all of her waist and stomach muscles were now severely damaged, significantly weakening her, Myrna hoped. She could think of no other possibility.
There was no sign of weakness in the vicious kick that drove the entire size twelve foot deep into Myrna's distended vagina, and she almost lost her grip on her weapon as she crashed onto her back, with her hips raised and her foot-stuffed cunt in the air locked onto that powerful leg. A new pain shot through her innards as the Amazon dug with her toes, pressing painfully against her delicate ovaries. The professional Amazon clearly knew how and where to hurt a woman as well as a man.
Myrna lashed wildly with the short chain, and the end of it reached her enemy's belly. The embedded razor blades ripped away more flesh, and the gap was quickly filled by twin bulges of the woman's intestines. She lurched backward, and as she stumbled, Myrna was able to jerk her foot free of the Amazon's warm cum-slicked cunt. Quickly Myrna got to her feet, her left hand dangling uselessly from her arm.
The Amazon was struggling to her feet, her guts oozing slowly out through the hole in her belly as the brutal attack on the novice began. Myrna resolved not to give up her advantage gained by surprise. The chain swung upward viciously between the big woman's legs, ripping her crotch open from the asshole right through the meaty cunt. The blow was so devastating the woman's huge clit was torn free at the base. It arched into the air, and Myrna delighted the crowd by catching it in her teeth. She swallowed it, opening her mouth to scream as the Amazon lunged forward and clamped her teeth into Myrna's right tit, after taking most of the drug-expanded flesh-melon into her mouth.
The pain was excruciating. The bitch dug her teeth in with amazing strength of her jaws, and the pain flashed across Myrna's chest through her whole body. Wildly she slashed at the torso of her opponent, and the teeth clamped down even harder. The big bitch was struggling with her long powerful legs, trying to push on top of Myrna, digging her spike heeled sandals into the canvas, rippling the straining muscles of the arched feet, ankles legs and tight buttocks.
As her intestines were now also exposed through the opening in her back, the Amazon woman shook her head, twisting the fat young breast packing her mouth, bringing tortured screams from the young novice. She kept up the violent ripping until at last killer cunt's teeth met, ripping the breast entirely away from Myrna's chest. The huge woman had pulled so hard she flopped over onto her back when the breast in her mouth ripped free. Myrna suddenly leaped onto her face, planting her asshole over the tit-filled mouth. Her own sacrificed breast now served as a gag for her foe. She pressed her weight down on the bitch's face, covering the bleeding nose with her inflamed wet cunt. Myrna went wild with the feeling of the struggling woman's face moving in her cunt, and she pressed her fuck flesh harder against the panic movement.
The smothering Amazon struggled to get her big legs up, and managed to get them around Myrna's head, but as she applied pressure she was squeezing her own guts out, as she had been nearly cut in half by the razor chain. The grip of those powerful legs was weakening, and slowly Myrna felt them quiver along their length. Myrna could feel the big legs clamping her head finally go limp as the trained killer bitch gave up the struggle for breath and life. She pushed the heavy legs off her and got to her feet, lifting the chain above her head with her good arm as a victory gesture.
There was no intermission in this incredible death show. One act followed hard on the heels of the other, to keep the audience pumped. As the fat naked female ring attendants dragged away the dead Amazon's carcass, four young naked girls armed with gleaming steel-tipped meat hooks joined Myrna in the ring. Myrna had got her wish after all! The kids were no older than twelve or thirteen, but their developing little titties bulged out as a result of the special injections, and gleaming painted cuntlips dangled beautifully from their swollen sex mounds. Two of them had begun to grow pubic patches, but the other two twats were bare. Myrna grinned. Although there were four of them, her weapon was far superior, and she now had experience using it. She had earned the fleeting moment of glory, but now would have to earn the right to live.
Myrna positioned herself near a corner so they couldn't surround her, and started swinging the razor ridged chain in a blurred circle, then suddenly brought it up between the spread legs of an advancing girl. With a splatter of blood, the girl's pretty hairless cunt was demolished, and the crotch flesh ripped open back past her asshole to the base of her spine.
The child looked down in disbelief as the parted flesh, lined with her crimson blood, could not believe the incredibly painful blow had ripped so deep. The evidence was clear. The back of her cunt was filled by a bulge of her intestine, like a thick swelling cock where her sex organ had been.
The naked girl-child's eyes bulged as her blood spurting crotch released her innards. To Myrna this was war, and there were no rules except survival. Everyone who came into the ring was an enemy, no matter how young or attractive. Her job was to kill or be killed; the audience would love it either way. Myrna had her own ideas on that. A second vicious blow of the razor-chain across the face ripped both of the pretty girl's eyeballs, and the blindly stumbling little bitch was no longer a problem. Even as the chain ripped off a titty swollen to the shape of a light bulb on the second child, another screaming girl was pushed into the ring to replace the first.
Fortunately for Myrna, the girls began fighting each other with the deadly meat hooks, and having had no rehearsal, the damage was sporadic but devastating. They dug the vicious hooks into sides, limbs, and genitals, doing extensive damage to each other. As soon as a girl was unable to do battle, she was replaced by another. They kept coming, and screaming at the horror of the ring, were vulnerable to attack by slashing meathooks and Myrna's vicious chain. The carnage was incredible, and Myrna was getting high on the violent action. She was a good at fighting as she had dreamed of being. She was a natural cunt killer.
Soon the ring was piling up with the bodies of girls and young women whose throats, tits, chests, bellies and thighs were ripped open with the vicious curved steel hooks. One girl, a beautiful fifteen year old, had taken a meathook under the chin. It had impaled her tongue, broken through the roof of her mouth, and the point had emerged from her face just below her right eye. Her attacker had been killed by a blow across the back of her neck by Myrna's chain, and now the girl with the hook jammed in her head was on a rampage.
Myrna had been knocked back against the ropes, and the girl swung her hook up between the invitingly spread legs. The point struck beside Myrna's anus. The blow was so hard the hook drove through the meat of Myrna's fuck muscle and emerged from her lower belly just above her pubic patch. The fifteen year old jerked on the handle and Myrna crashed to her back onto the large breasts of a fallen woman. The girl could not get her hook free. It was lodged in Myrna's crotch as solidly as was the hook in her own head.
Myrna kicked up hard at the girl's cunt, and as the young teenager staggered back, Myrna sprang to her feet. With three rapid violent blows she split open the girl's swollen tits and belly, and the girl dropped to her knees, unarmed, pissing as she fell. She was an interesting target, but there were more dangerous cunts to kill.
In the middle of the action, Myrna stepped over a fallen girl, and the raised knee brushed against her cunt, jarring the handle of the hook buried in her cunt. It hurt like hell, but she could feel herself starting to come, and began moaning loudly, swinging her vicious chain with a passion that churned through her like a fire. This was a sexual high above all others, and the girl with the hook in her crotch and a breast eaten off by the amazon went on a tear. The drugs were doing their job, and even with the injuries she had sustained, she had become a killing machine.
Beside her lay a gutted woman who was writhing in agony, and she planted her enlarged cunt meat over the woman's pain racked face, suffocating the bitch struggling beneath her. As she did this, she continued to swing the chain at anyone who stumbled too near to her. The audience was hysterical as the violent action raged on, and the pudgy female attendants were unable to keep up with the violent carnage of battling nudes in the ring.
A fresh supply of hysterically screaming young nudes were being thrown in over the ropes to join in the violent action, while the dead or dying were being dragged out under the ropes. Throughout the arena men were trying to hold their binoculars steady with one hand while they jerked their raging cocks with the other, and soon the smooth concrete floors of the arena were dangerously slick, splashed with their thick slimy spunk.
Suddenly there were no more fresh fighters being thrown into the ring to do combat. Myrna saw that the only other cunt still moving was the slender young blonde girl she had finger fucked with her thumb under the stands while the girl was puking against the wall. The good looking young cunt with long straight blonde hair was slicked with sweat and blood, and had three meat hooks in her, one through a bulbous little tit, one stuck in her side, and the third at the bottom of a deep gash across her belly. The innocent young bitch was in ruin, and no longer good for a real fight.
Myrna noticed the girl's pubic mound had only the beginning of fair curls, invisible from a distance. Her swollen pubic mound was undisturbed, and instead of using her razor-armed chain, Myrna kicked her sandal up into the pretty cunt. The girl sank to her knees, which were still widespread, and Myrna got in a second kick at the swollen girl-cunt. Myrna kicked hard at one of the swollen little titties, driving her spike heel so hard the heel punctured the little breast and emerged from the other side.
The girl staggered to her feet as Myrna withdrew the impalement of the little boob, and without warning drove her foot up again between the slender parted legs, smashing the top of the foot against the swollen meat of the immature cuntlet for a third time. The girl looked down in disbelief at the damage being done to her organ, and watched three more vicious blows to her cunt. They were so severe the audience could see the girl's sides bulge with each kick. They knew the internal damage the young girl was enduring by this disrespectful attention to her sex organ. The damaged cunt was continuing to swell, and the internal shaft of her vagina began to invert, pressing outward as there was no more room inside to accommodate it. She was shitting out her own cunt!
The drugged girl grinned stupidly at Myrna and took a swipe with her gore laden meat hook as Myrna brought the heavy chain down across the top of her head, crushing the girl's skull. Slowly Myrna got up from her knees and stood among the strewn and gutted carcasses of the women she had voluntarily joined. The crowd cheered her with extra passion when they saw that she was the young woman who had defeated the Amazon killer bitch. As she climbed through the tangle of strewn female flesh, an arm suddenly grabbed her by the ankle, and a sharp meat hook arched upward toward her bleeding cunt. She lunged sideways, but it caught her lower belly just above the pelvic bone, its tip buried deep in her intestines.
She jerked it out, and lashed down violently with it into the squirming flesh, catching the ten year old girl who had swung it in the cunt, and ripping upward with the blade until the child's glistening pink and purple intestines bulged out. Even with her gut exposed, the game kid tried again to grasp at Myrna's bare ankle, but Myrna kicked her heel several times into the girl's face, smashing the beautiful features, and suddenly Myrna alone was alive in the ring.
She was the winner! She had personally killed nearly twenty of the cunts, and now she stood alone amidst their ripped limbs and bodies, their guts and gore, their shit and piss, acknowledging the cheers of the audience. Never before in a battle of this magnitude had the first into the ring been the survivor. The announcer climbed into the ring, jerking excitedly on his raging cum spurting cock, and announced that the amazing bitch would be saved. Instead of living meat for the dog food commercials, he said, Myrna would get the necessary expensive medical attention, and would fight again! A game fighting cunt, lusting for carnal butchery as this one did, was much too valuable to waste on the hounds. Another girl would be put to work as live dogfood for tomorrow's commercial. Is This The End?
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