by Sean O'Kane
Carlo sat forward and stared at her closely. She wiped sweat from her face and ran a hand down between her breasts – where her last opponent had shot his sperm. She was breathing hard but was clear eyed and alert. She clearly still had plenty left to give.
As the losing slave was carried off the compere’s voice boomed out over the arena and to his surprise, he was addressing him.
“Mr Suarez! How about you let us admire the one and only Blondie a bit longer? There are plenty of men still left who want to play with her! How about you let her see how much more she can take?”
The two owners in the box turned to him. It was a freebie, the games were over, the scores all tallied. It would be purely for the fun of seeing how far the great Blondie could go.
He turned to face the arena and the figure of his slave awaiting his verdict. He held out his fist and waited for silence before he stuck out his thumb and turned it down. The cheers were thunderous.
It was dusk before he finally walked out onto the sand of the arena floor, acknowledging the congratulations of the crowd. Blondie lay in a crumpled heap beside the X frame she had been tied upside down onto for her final cunt whipping. He bent down and unclipped the nipple clamps. She stirred and groaned, then he took her arm, hauled her up a little, bent again and slung her over his shoulder. Her magnificent body was coated in sperm, sweat and sand. The skin was erotically welted, bruised and lashed but she was still the undisputed Queen of the Arenas.
A day later Conor Brien pushed his chair back from his monitor and grinned up at Mark Cavanagh. Together they had been watching how the challenge had gone and how the big blonde had fared.
“Perfect! The odds will be fabulous now. Tell John to get the groom to step up the dosage and I’ll issue the challenge to Carpenter.”
Chapter 21
CSL’s e-mail had always taken an hour or two each day to wade through but with Blondie having won the first of the Last Slave Standing challenges, it now went ballistic.
Brian was reduced to deleting most of it in despair.
“Still,” Carlo said cheerfully as they surveyed the battered and welted blonde in her stall, “at least we know she’s not getting past it. She’s still got what it takes.”
As a reward for her victory, Carlo had instructed Anne Marie to give Blondie a seeing-to with the biggest dildo the stable possessed once a day for five straight days. Currently the gladiator was approaching orgasm with her legs spread carelessly wide apart and with her groom kneeling between them, ramming the dildo home with one hand and grinding her clitoris with the other.
“Yeah, but no slave can take more than two or three of those a year on top of normal arena stuff. I mean it took twelve men before she gave in.”
Carlo agreed. The image of Blondie trying to heave herself up off the arena floor for one more bout of pain and then toppling over sideways, was one that would give any trainer pause for thought.
“We’ll take our pick of challenges as they come along. And anyway, we’ve got Beast now. She’s perfect material. Anne Marie, once Blondie’s finished creaming, bring her into the dungeon and I’ll put her on the Terminator for a while.”
Brian was impressed, it was a reward indeed for the slaves to be put on the machine for a length of time that was short enough to be pleasurable rather than stressful.
It was fairly late in the evening and for himself he chose Legs. Some clamp and needle play with her lavishly convoluted labia between those long, long thighs rather appealed. There was nothing that required his attention until Raika brought Beast back from the Common Room up at the big house.
Raika glanced down at the hands that were gripped tightly in her breasts, making her smooth, coffee coloured skin bulge and overflow between the fingers. Her nipples were being squeezed and flattened mercilessly under them as they rubbed and ground the soft mounds against her ribs. The misuse was sending bright shafts of pain and pleasure into her groin which was already stuffed full of the man’s cock. She was bent forwards over a small table at the back of the enormous Common Room and like many other girls in the room, was being made use of after dinner by the members. The centre of attraction was Beast; who was being baited.
Her wrists had been raised and shackled to a chain which hung from the elaborately corniced ceiling about half way along the room and the members were indulging in what was the latest sport to sweep The Lodge. Once they realised that Beast needed whipping – or any sort of pain and submission – to the fullest extent she could endure every few days, they delighted in not doing it to her. At least not at the rate she required to get off on. She whirled and spun at the end of her chain, uttering incoherent yells and kicking in frustration at the circle of men around her. From time to time, one or two of them would lean forwards and deliver a telling strike that would make her sigh with pleasure, even as her flesh blossomed with a dark bruise. But then they stopped and Beast went mad again. Sometimes she would stop and part her legs with her back hollowed, giving the men behind her a fine view of a splendid cunt but with howls of laughter, they would refuse the invitation to flog it and in a rage of humiliation and frustration she would go back to trying to frame insults in French around her tongue ring and kick her tormentors. But even as Raika watched, the man inside her driving her thighs painfully hard against the table’s edge as he spurted into her, the men couldn’t hold out any longer against the temptation that such finely built whipping flesh offered. All of a sudden Beast began to get what she really wanted and her writhing became slowly more sensual as she soaked up the barrage of lashes that smacked into her from all sides. As Raika stood up and absent mindedly used her blouse to wipe between her legs before shrugging it on, she saw Beast deliberately hold still and thrust her chest out, inviting some hard slashes at the tempting targets her large breasts made with their iron hard, deep red nipples standing out rigidly at their tips. She made no attempt to move, even though lashes were simultaneously raining down on her back, until the fourth lash with a spiteful martinet sliced across both nipples.
Suddenly Raika felt another male hand on her bottom and turning quickly found herself looking up into Sir John’s face. He smiled down at her and ran his hand up under her skirt, stroking her thigh and squeezing her buttock.
“You’re playing your part very well my dear,” he told her. “But we must keep up appearances so I’ll have to fuck you while we talk.”
His hand suddenly came round to the front of her thighs and his finger rasped her clitoris and then slid down between her still-slicked labia.
“Lie back on the table,” he told her as his fingers pierced her and began to manipulate her insides. She did as she was told and unknotted her blouse to offer him her breasts. He began to knead one as his other hand worked inside her so insistently that she couldn’t help giving a little moan. He smiled again.
“On second thoughts, it would be more in character if you were buggered, so turn over please.”
She did so, anxious to hear what he had to say, even at the price of her backside being plundered. She looked around nervously as she felt him scoop some juice out of her cunt and smear it around her anus. No one was paying them any attention, all eyes were firmly fastened on the dancing figure of Beast who was showing no signs of tiring, even under the welter of lashes she was taking.
Raika gasped and tried to relax as she felt his massive helm press against her back entrance. She reached behind her and groped between her buttocks, pulling them open to help him in. She heard him laugh as her sphincters reluctantly gave way and he was able to slowly gain access to her innards. As always it felt to Raika as if someone had shoved a telegraph pole up her but she did her best to relax and allow him entry.
“I’ll have to be able to move easily, Raika. We want it to look authentic don’t we?” Sir John hissed, leaning down over her and pinching her right nipple hard.
She tried not to cry out at the pain and concentrated solely on allowing the huge invader deeper inside her. At last he reached full penetra
tion and withdrew partially before thrusting in again and then he withdrew right to the entrance itself before sliding easily back in to the hilt.
“There, that’s better,” he whispered, his breath tickling the back of her neck. “Your master wants me to tell you that he is pleased with you so far. But from now on you must deliver one sachet into the blonde’s food every other day. It will just be for a few weeks and then it will all be over.”
“And then he will take me away from here?” she whispered back, her voice strained by the way he was knocking her against the table at each thrust.
“Yes, yes, of course! Oh, that’s so tight and good!” he grunted and sighed as he speared her with an especially hard lunge.
She felt him begin to rock and swivel his pelvis to better experience the feeling of her body around his cock in her tight, unnatural passage.
“Only, only. Please can you ask him if he can take someone else as well?” It took every ounce of her courage to ask and it was only the obvious pleasure he was taking in buggering her that enabled her.
She felt him freeze inside her. “What? Who for Chrissake?” His voice was harsh and her spirits sank, but she had burnt her bridges and plunged onwards.
“Doctor Sands.”
Out in the room the whips had fallen silent and instead the men were making a ‘Beast Butty’ as they called it. With her still hung from the chain, one took her from in front and the other had her in the arse. There was occasional applause as one or other of the men would finish and would break off, his place being immediately taken by another. Housegirls knelt in front of several men, making sure they were good and hard when their turn came round. Beast’s thick hair could be seen tossing every now and then and her voice would drift out over the crowd as she climaxed time after time.
“Well, well,” Sir John’s voice was quiet and amused.
Raika craned her head around and saw the doctor over by one of the great bay windows, she was fully dressed and was in conversation with Madame Stalevsky and John Carpenter. But even fully dressed she triggered Raika’s desires and she pushed back hard against Sir John, wiggling her bottom as she did so.
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem. Now I’ve left the sachets under the laurel bush to the right of the archway at the back of the old stableyard, just like normal, but you must give one to her every other day. Understand? And I will tell your master that you need a…….friend taking with you.”
“Oh thank you!” Raika breathed, and moaned appreciatively as she felt Sir John begin to ram in and out of her as he prepared to spill himself inside her. She kept her eyes on Doctor Sands for every second of the time she was used.
Half an hour later with deep red bruises, welts and tramlines adorning her and with her legs, stomach and back glistening with sperm, Beast was led on her tongue leash by Raika back to the CSL stable. Docile and sleepy-eyed now that her savage appetites had been satiated, she padded after the groom down the wide staircase to the main hall, then through the below stairs corridors until they emerged in the old stableyard. Raika led her through the archway at its back and then stopped her while she felt under the unkempt laurel that stood just to the right at the start of the woods. She found the two foil packets, stowed them down the front of her blouse and then clicked her tongue and jerked the lead to urge the slave onwards. She was humming happily to herself as she gave Beast a quick towelling down for the night and then shackled her and settled her. A dim light shone from under the dungeon door and she peered in before going upstairs. Mister Brian was bending over the leather padded bench. A slave’s legs were raised and parted widely, the calves strapped into stirrups. From the length of them she realised it was Legs. As she approached she saw that he was putting the finishing touches to a complicated arrangement of heavy duty clamps and needles. Legs’ stomach was heaving as she panted, coping with the rising tides of pain and excitement as the second needle was going through the clitoral hood. The labia had been dragged well open and held there by the clamps so Raika could see the pink tunnel of the vagina oozing its thick foam as Legs responded. A deep groan came from the slave’s mouth and Raika could see the vagina flutter as a small climax tingled through the body.
Mister Brian looked up and grinned at Raika.
“Fancy having her eat you out while I give her a last tit whipping?”
She nodded happily and went to the other end of the couch where she lowered the flap that was supporting Legs’ head. Then she bunched her skirt up, straddled her legs and settled herself over the slave’s face. Obediently the tongue began to range around her whole groin area as Legs harvested copious amounts of second hand sperm from around Raika’s anus, cunt and upper thighs. Only once she was clean did Legs roll her tongue and begin to lap up into the vagina. As Brian slapped down the leathers of the flogger onto the trembling humps of the breasts and the nipples trembled backwards and forwards under the flogging, Raika felt her first orgasm of the night approach. She carefully cupped Legs’ breasts up at the sides to offer them to the whip better and she came as she looked down between the raised thighs at the clamped and pierced labia.
As the flutters and spasms subsided, she realised that she didn’t hate Mister Brian for having made her into a slut. Soon she wouldn’t be one any more, her kind master would come for her and Doctor Sands and it wouldn’t matter any more.
She backed off the slave’s face and told him that Beast was safely stabled.
“Good. Go up to my room and slip into my bed, there’s a good girl. I’ll be up in a minute when I’ve finished with this one,” he said and she went quite happily, it was the part she had to play just for a few weeks more and the reward would make everything worthwhile. Mister Brian smiled at her and patted Legs’ stomach, holding up one further needle for her to see. Legs groaned and her fingers clenched into fists but as Raika left she saw Mister Brian bend back to work at the clitoris and Legs’ cunt was flooding its thick juice even more copiously as she readied herself for the final piece of the jigsaw that would send her over the top. Mister Brian’s knowing fingers rubbed quickly at the slick nub of the clitoris and then he brought the needle to where its point just touched it. Legs’ stomach clenched and as Raika tip-toed out of the room she heard her give a long, soft cry and as she looked back her hips were trying furiously to buck as Brian drove the needle home.
In bed a few days previously the doctor had said she wanted to do something similar to Raika and as she walked quietly up to Mister Brian’s room, she knew she couldn’t wait until she too was strapped down and at her Mistress’ mercy. She called in at her own room en route to Mister Brian’s however, and hid the sachets carefully under her mattress.
“Three weeks’ time is when he wants it and already the whole internet’s buzzing.”
John Carpenter sat behind his desk and blew out a thoughtful cloud of cigar smoke. Carlo, Brian, Tony, Patti and Chrissie Sands were seated in front of him and he passed over the printout of the email.
Carlo took the first look and passed it on.
“Conor wants to put Snake up against Blondie in a Last Slave Standing challenge? Hah! Snake’s good but Blondie’ll kill her,” he said dismissively.
“Yeah!” Brian added enthusiastically. “Are we going for it then?”
“The prize money’s good. Mind you it has to be, you won’t get many betting against Blondie,” John said. “And anyway it’s public now so I don’t think we can refuse with the way Blondie performed the other day.”
“I’ll sort out a tougher training routine for her,” Doctor Sands put in.
“And we’ll all spar with her in the evenings so she’ll be used to taking on men and she’ll be as fit as we can get her,” Brian said.
“All agreed?” John looked around and there were no dissenters. “I’ll accept then but stipulate a neutral ground.”
By the end of the day an arena in North Africa which was holding a show at that time agreed to tack the special challenge on to the end of the proceedings and it had
been formally agreed that Blondie would go head to head with Snake over as many rounds as it took to see one of them knocked out, the rounds were to be fifteen minutes each. If the contest was still on after ten rounds then every other round – of five minutes – would be slave against slave. The items of equipment on which punishment would be administered had also been decided.
The following morning Blondie was roused early and taken straight up to the stadium where Doctor Sands put her on the treadmill and attached monitors to her to record her heart as she was progressively pushed to her limits. Straight after breakfast she was taken out into the fields and put to log pulling for three hours and then in the afternoon she was run in harness around the park before going back onto the gym equipment. For two hours in the evening she wrestled and boxed against Carlo, Brian and Tony with only twenty second breaks every ten minutes.
Chrissie Sands kept meticulous recordings of her pulse and her rate of recovery. At the end of a week the stable was cock-a-hoop, the training regime was paying dividends and Blondie was, if anything, responding and flourishing under the relentless discipline.
