by Sean O'Kane
Carlo ducked through the ropes with Blondie behind him and the roars became even louder as Snake did the same in her ring and he and Conor set about removing collars and restraints.
While the compere ran through the rules, Carlo inspected the punishment equipment. Beside each ring there was a standard trestle, a rectangular whipping frame, a pivoted X cross in a frame and a rack with fully adjustable limbs for the arms and legs of its occupant to be spread out as well as stretched. The sides of each item were hung with identical sets of
clamps, pegs and whips. At the time the arrangements were made he had been quite happy with the studs set into the X frames and the racks. It was only when they uncovered the doping plot that he realised that Conor had meant to demoralise Blondie by increasing the levels of pain at a time when she couldn’t respond in her normal way. Now, however, he could allow himself a quiet smile as he smacked Blondie’s delectable buttocks – restored to their proper smoothness and unblemished perfection temporarily – and ducked out of her ring. He and Conor waved to the crowds as they made their way back to the owners’ box.
Blondie tested the ropes for tension and roughness – she was certain that at some point at least one of the men would ensure she came down astride the top one. It was something she intended to do to Snake after all. They were made from the coarsest hemp imaginable and she felt the familiar stir in her stomach at the thought of the coming combats. Screwing her eyes up against the glare she looked around at the terraces and felt her usual pride in her body that could inspire such excitement. She knew from past experiences at the edges of the arena floors that the terraces would be one mass orgy as the afternoon wore on and she let her hands trail down across her breasts, proudly stroking the nipples into full erection. The noise redoubled. She looked over at Snake and for the first time took in the true savage beauty of the tattoo. She was parading around her ring, proudly holding up her left breast, which was entirely covered by a snake’s head tattoo and occasionally she would pause and part her legs to let the cameras get close ups of the way the snakes boiled out from her sex, even the labia having been tattooed.
During that divine night when her master, her lord, had deigned to sleep with her in her stall, Blondie had learned about Snake and she had found out why she had felt such a growing blank apathy for the previous few days. The last part of training had been hard and the whip had hurt much more than usual but now she felt back at her best. She looked up to the owners’ box, searching it for the familiar black hair and finding it at last. She hardly noticed the two lines of men march out and begin to limber up, or that Patti had taken up station beside her ring with a bucket and sponge. All that concerned her was that the strutting freak in the next ring was the only thing that stood between her and making her master more proud of her than he had ever been before. He had whispered it to her in the dark of the stall as he took her again and again.
Blondie relaxed and waited for it to begin.
Hardly had the bell stopped ringing before the first man vaulted over the top rope and came straight for her. He was lithe and muscular, dressed only in shorts and Blondie’s pulse raced as she took in the spare frame and plates of muscle. But she dropped her shoulder and evaded his initial charge, spinning away and bouncing on her toes in a way she knew the crowd loved as it made her breasts jolt and swing invitingly. The man lunged again, and again she dodged. He stalked in more carefully, backing her against the ropes. She feinted left and right and dodged away again. But this time he got a hand in her hair and pulled her back but she turned away as she was pulled and jabbed an elbow hard into his stomach. There was a roar from the crowd as he went down. She glanced across at Snake’s ring and saw that she was already in trouble and being held in a headlock. But she shouldn’t have risked looking away, the man came up at her off the ground before she was fully aware and suddenly she was squirming under him on the ground, his hard body was hot against hers and she felt the long rod of his erection against her lower stomach as they struggled, she got a forearm across his throat and tried to push his head back to make him roll off. He dug a punch into her midriff and as she gasped for breath he settled across her, holding her shoulders down. The bell rang as the referee counted three and rang again almost straight away for Snake. As Blondie was hauled up she was aware that she faced over ten minutes’ punishment, but the upside was that Snake hadn’t fared any better.
They were both put on the X crosses but were at least given time to settle their breasts as comfortably as they could against the studs.
Blondie was aware of the camera on her left zooming in on her attempts to lift and settle her nipples against any piece of wood she could find that wasn’t sporting a wicked little tine. There wasn’t one. With a rueful grin and a proud toss of her hair she made the best of it and raised her hands to the shackles at the top of the X. Sharp little spears of exciting pain stabbed into her as she did so and she realised that her love of being tested by her master had returned in full. And that meant that Snake was going to suffer and Conor Brien was going to lose. Her thoughts were broken into by the cross being tilted forwards until it was horizontal. The hot spears at her breasts intensified as more of her weight bore down on them. The crowd clapped and cheered and looking up at the monitors, she could see why. Her soft breastflesh was squeezed out sideways and the bright points of steel beneath them could just be seen.
The timekeepers started the clocks and the beatings began. Blondie’s victor chose a heavy strap and she could well appreciate why. With her thighs laid down on the unyielding wood of the cross, her buttocks were high and prominent and would provide a fine sight as they helplessly swayed and rippled under the heavy lash. One quick look up at a screen between lashes confirmed her judgement. With only limited time at their disposal the man delivered an almost metronomic beating; no variation in rhythm or force, just as much good spectator sport as he could get inscribed onto her flesh in the time he had. And when he did eventually stop, the tide of pain went on rising for some seconds so that she had to grit her teeth even harder against the cries she was determined not to emit just yet. When she opened her eyes she saw the man’s shorts hit the floor in front of her and then her head was dragged up by the hair so that she could see a cock of considerable girth rearing up arrogantly in front of her face, the heavy and tightly crinkled sac of the scrotum invitingly just inches from her mouth. Still holding her hair the man eased himself forwards until he was crushing the base of his cock against her face. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick – the sight of her heavy ring caressing the scrotum and delving as deep as it could go between the strong thighs brought a fresh cheer from the crowds. Then he began to wield the strap across her shoulders, the weight of the leather and the force of its impact driving her breasts against the steel beneath them. She soaked up the pain and hoped her master could see how she kept to her task. He would know that it meant Conor’s drug had worn off completely. After a few crowded and hectic minutes of her trying to lick and cry out at the same time, the man stood back, and with one hand aimed his massively broad helm at her mouth and moved back in. She barely had time to make her mouth open to its limits before he was in her, ramming her tongue down and slamming against the back of her throat. Only long experience enabled her, in her uncomfortable position of trying to fellate with her head up, to relax her throat and quell the gagging reflex so that he could thrust and withdraw smoothly as he resumed the beating. This time she felt him put his real strength into each lash and readied herself for the climax which was surely coming. When it did, he stopped the beating and instead she felt both hands dig themselves into her hair and press her face down into his pubes as he swelled in her mouth and then began to pump. It was all she could do to contain his thick ropes of sperm and inevitably some of the stuff erupted from her nose as she spluttered. It was what he had been aiming for and he stepped back to acknowledge the applause, waving with one hand, wiping his triumphant cock on her face with the other.
The timekeepe
rs blew their whistles simultaneously.
With her head hanging and her breath rasping in her throat, Blondie felt her shackles being unfastened and heard the crowd begin to count towards twenty.
Slowly she began to lever herself up and the count almost submerged under the cheers when her breasts swung free beneath her and the cameras caught the craters in the normally smooth and silky skin. Only staggering slightly she regained her feet and managed to head back to her ring. Patti put a bottle of water to her lips as the count went past fourteen, then she ducked through the ropes and Patti wrung a sponge out over her back.
“Stay out of reach you big dumb ox!” she heard Patti yell as the count hit twenty. She looked at the other ring and saw Snake caressing her own breasts fondly as she waited for the next bout. Blondie shook her head to clear it and settled herself too. This was not going to be a walk over.
Carlo eased himself back in his chair and steepled his fingers under his chin. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Conor Brien urgently conferring with Mark Cavanagh.
Out on the floor of the arena the two slaves were staving off defeat at the hands of their seventh opponents. Both were much slower than they had been but were still putting up some spirited resistance. Both were heavily marked from six visits to the punishment equipment but as he watched, Carlo saw Blondie neatly sidestep an attempted hold and trip her man up as he lurched forwards off balance. The frown on Conor Brien’s face was eloquent testimony to the fact that he realised his attempt to dope her had failed and that that meant Snake was probably doomed to defeat. Presumably he had bet heavily on her, thinking that Blondie would collapse after only a couple of rounds. Carlo smiled and beckoned one of the household slaves over, unzipping his trousers and fumbling his semi-tumescent cock out before shifting his pelvis farther forwards in his seat. The girl, a pretty young black one wearing only a gauzy white tabard, knelt obediently between his spread knees and went to work with her tongue. He felt he could afford to relax now and was quite unperturbed to see Blondie, having taken a hard posting and a pinfall, led across to the rack and put on it face down. She was clearly back on form and could soak up a lot more punishment yet. Snake was being ankle suspended and when both slaves were mounted to their respective victors’ satisfaction, the clocks were started and the beatings began.
By the end of round ten, Snake was regularly being held down some three or four minutes before Blondie and paying for it by having to spend longer under the lash. Each successive man was now able to take his time a bit more and clamps and pegs began to come into play. The crowd was delighted with the spectacle of the two slaves, dripping with sweat and sperm, tottering back towards their rings while desperately trying to wrench pegs off their nipples and breasts or clamps from their labia and inner thighs. The first round of direct slave-versus-slave combat went to Blondie who hoisted Snake by crotch holds twice and threw her down onto the ropes after the second one. The crowd roared its approval as Snake’s body bounced off the top rope and landed heavily outside the ring. Blondie ducked out through them and carried on regardless, putting her opponent in a headlock and using her free hand to claw at her breasts. The referee stepped in and separated them and once they were back in the ring Snake came back at Blondie in a snarling rage and landed several punches which had the taller girl reeling back into the ropes before she was able to dodge the onslaught, reach between her legs again, upend her foe and slam her down on her back. She knelt astride her face and tugged mercilessly at Snake’s nipples until the referee declared the round over.
Snake took a count of seventeen after having been put on the X cross facing outwards, so that her shoulders benefited from the studs while her breasts took the whip, before she was back on her feet in her ring and ready to face another man.
The writing was on the wall and it was in the nature of the contest that once one slave weakened, everything conspired to hasten her downfall. The next man into her ring simply grabbed Snake’s arm and swung her into a post, then placed a foot on the back of her head when she collapsed. She went into full X shaped suspension for fourteen minutes with heavy weights slung from chains that were attached to clamps at her labia while Blondie managed to hold out for nearly four minutes before she was held down and so only had eleven minutes to endure.
Everyone could see how the contest would end; it was the delight of seeing how long it could be spun out that kept the crowd riveted.
Chapter 24
Blondie raised her head and tried to shake the rats’ tails of sweat-matted hair from her eyes. She tried to calm her breathing because deep breaths increased the sharp pricking of the tines under her breasts. Her limbs ached from the tension they had been placed under as the man had turned the rachets on the rack again and again. He had milked it for all it was worth, asking the crowd to give the thumbs up if they thought she had been stretched enough, or the thumbs down if they felt he ought to try another turn. A side effect had been to crush her breasts more cruelly beneath her.
Between her spread legs she vaguely felt the man’s fingers twist and clench inside her but she was so wet and had taken so much spunk inside her that she was becoming desensitised, what was occupying her attention far more was that one of the timekeepers was sauntering over, unzipping his flies and heading for where her head hung down between the spread arms of the rack. She licked her lips and swallowed in preparation just as he arrived with his polished helm shining in the sun and a pearl of pre ejaculate at the slit. It slid smoothly between her lips and came to rest, filling her mouth completely just as the man behind her introduced something a lot bigger than just his fingers and she felt his pelvis slam against her buttocks as he began pistoning in and out of her. Then the strap began to fall across her already stinging shoulders as the two men used her holes to pleasure themselves in and the crowd watched on gleefully as the combination of cock and whip drove her hurtling once more into an abyss of exhausted orgasm.
She just managed to hold onto consciousness as both men ejaculated almost simultaneously and she spluttered helplessly as she tried to swallow the spurts of thick jism splashing against the back of her throat as the whip sliced down relentlessly even as she felt another load of sperm fountaining out into her flooding vagina.
Once more she was released and had to lever herself up off the tines, clamber down onto the sand and stagger back to the ring. This time her feet didn’t seem to go where she wanted them to and she fell twice before she was near enough to the ring for Patti to squeeze tepid water from the sponge over her face.
It revived her enough to allow her to climb into the ring on the count of nineteen. She didn’t have a chance to see how Snake was faring because her next opponent was already in the ring. What with the timekeeper joining in the fun and her next opponent already waiting to flatten her, Blondie realised that the arena was playing with its helpless captives. All that mattered now was beating the count to twenty whenever she was finished with. There was no pretence of any structure other than that.
She let herself go and meekly went wherever this next man wanted her. All her energies now had to be husbanded carefully, Snake was much tougher than she looked and Blondie let herself be slung against the ropes and then thrown clear over the man’s back as she rebounded. She had just enough concentration left to get her feet and arms down to cushion herself but even so she skidded out under the bottom rope, grazing her abraided back and bottom as she went. Groaning she rolled onto her front and felt her backside being lifted up so she could get her knees under her and looking round she saw the referee was kneeling behind her with his hand round his thickly engorged cock. He grinned at her and thrust for her back entrance. Blondie got her head down and rounded her back to help him in from that angle and so caked and slippery was her whole genital area that he was able in one thrust to gain entry. It took a couple more before he could move freely but then she felt the sharp, hard sting of a stock whip across her back and she threw her head back in shock more than pain. By then she was flying on
the wings of the sexual frenzy that always gripped her when the arenas were at their cruellest. In front of her some man she had never seen before was wanking in preparation to spurting all over her face and head, over on her right Snake was being treated in exactly the same way but she couldn’t help noticing that despite the whip being plied on her back, her head stayed down.
“Would either of you gentlemen care to throw in the towel?” Salim Mahmood asked. “It would appear that the rules have gone out of the window – as I believe the saying is.”
Carlo grinned and shook his head. He knew that Blondie would be savouring every second of suffering out there and he doubted if there was a slave anywhere who could live with her combination of masochism and strength. Snake might come close but even she would go down first.
“No,” Conor Brien said gruffly without looking at him. “Let the bitches play it out to the end.”
In the record books it went down as a win in the eighteenth round but in truth there had been no rounds after the fourteenth. The shadows of late afternoon had begun to fall across the arena and the crowd watched in rapt fascination as the two stubborn competitors time and time again endured their conquerors’ pleasure and tottered upright for more of the same. But eventually there came a time when Blondie and Snake were thrown out of their respective rings at the same time and met in a final clinch on the arena floor. Kneeling up they clawed, scratched and pummelled each other while two whips tormented them and the first blood was spilt. They were pulled apart but the crowd bayed for them to be allowed to finish. So instead of being put back in the rings they were pulled to their feet and given straps and left to dodge in and out of the whipping frames and racks; Blondie always on the front foot, Snake desperately fending her off. The end came when Blondie got in a series of uppercuts between Snake’s legs as she staggered back from a punch. But she didn’t go down straight away and to many people who watched the film later it looked as though an expression of bliss crossed her face as the thick leather carved up into her slit and in slow motion a spray of sweat and sperm arced away from her body. In any case she stayed weaving drunkenly but upright, her legs spread, making no move to prevent Blondie delivering, two, three, four, five more heavy lashes, before her legs buckled and she knelt on the sand in front of Blondie and then she collapsed to lie on her face in front of her.
