by Sean O'Kane
“I thought whipping was off the menu until after the games,” she said.
“It is – except for Beast. If she doesn’t get it regularly every few days, she’s a nightmare. You want to see?”
“My bitches are going to be up against her, so, yeah. I’d like a look.”
The room turned out to be a fully equipped dungeon cum playroom and the woman who had been introduced to Angel as Patti was hard at work.
Before her was a naked slave, stretched out, face down on an X cross that had been pivoted in its frame to lie parallel to the floor.
Angel’s attention was also drawn immediately to the fact that Patti had stripped off her knotted blouse and was working in only her skirt and boots. Her magnificent, pale breasts swung and joggled deliciously as she wielded the lash, which was a heavy strap about a foot long that came to a point.
It was also clear that she was working hard and was biting her bottom lip in concentration as she punished the body below her. When she saw Carlo she stepped back straight away and adopted a submissive stance with her hands behind her back.
Carlo went to the slave’s head and pulled it up so that Angel could see the tousled hair framing a not unattractive, gamine sort of face that wore a feral grin. The girl poked her heavily ringed tongue out at Carlo. Angel knew this was commonly a gesture of submission on the part of tongue-ringed slaves but here it seemed a deliberate invitation to Carlo to do his worst.
“Don’t tell anyone I said this.” Carlo turned towards Angel, still holding Beast by her hair. “But don’t put any slave you’ve paid a lot for in against this one. She don’t know when she’s beaten, she’s a real head case maso bitch. At boxing only Blondie and Ayesha can take her. At wrestling Jet, Tigre and Blondie can handle her. But she’s crap at any running event and she reckons log pulling is heaven on earth and just laps up the whip instead of working. So they’ll use her for the rough stuff. My advice is to let ‘em and in the pens give her one of yours that you can afford to lose to play with, you can only lose one set of points.”
“Thanks Carlo, I’ll bear that in mind,” Angel said as they turned to go.
Patti stepped forward once more and resumed the beating with all the gusto she had previously shown and as Angel turned to look back just as she was leaving, it was to see her slamming the whip down the buttock crease and along the crack of the French slave’s cunt, which was provoking nothing more than an enthusiastic bucking of the hips. Angel stored away Carlo’s advice as they made their way towards the arena.
Brian was watching Lucky and Blackie sparring as they entered. It was a gentle workout in a wrestling ring but as soon as Carlo entered he called out and brought things to a halt.
“Angel wants to see how hard these bitches will go against each other if they meet in an arena!”
“Good question,” Brian agreed cheerfully. “Want to see them box?”
Angel nodded. With the full studded tack on it was impossible for one slave not to hurt her opponent.
A few minutes later she was standing with one foot on the bottom rope and leaning on a corner post as the two slaves ducked back into the ring, looking very different to the naked wrestlers who had left it. They both wore leather corsets and Angel could see the little tines denting the soft breast flesh along the line of the cups and she knew perfectly well that the studs lined the whole of the fronts of the corsets. They also wore leather thongs and these were studded as well. An uppercut in one of these contests was usually a stopping blow – if only because one contestant was helplessly orgasming.
Each girl had straps wound around her knuckles and inside these were weights.
These made the action slow and deliberate as the heavy fists were swung and gave the girls more time to take evasive action. It also meant that the crowds could follow the action better from the terraces as the movements were exaggeratedly slow.
Angel was impressed from the moment Carlo waved the girls together and stepped out of the ring. The contestants went at each other with all the venom she could want, trying to get knees into groins and fists swinging at breasts. And when the blows did connect, it was quite clear that they weren’t being pulled. Blackie’s long, coal black hair swung and swirled as she danced and ducked, while Lucky’s slender arms nevertheless swung heavy and telling blows when she was fortunate enough to connect. The arena began to echo to the grunts of effort and pain, heavy thuds became more frequent as the girls began to tire. In the arenas, this was what the crowds would be waiting for; the moment the slaves came together and began to slug it out until one went down.
Angel, however, had seen all she needed. There was no point in risking damage to stock she would need to hire in. She signalled to Carlo and he stepped back into the ring. Immediately the two girls parted and partially bent forwards, bracing their hands on their thighs, their mouths open and their chests heaving for breath. The two trainers petted them and told them they had been good, giving them playful smacks to buttocks and flanks as they began to unlace the corsets. Angel was impressed. She recognised the well-trained slave’s eagerness to please her owner, no matter what.
Her thoughts were interrupted however by her mobile vibrating in her jeans pocket. It was Sadia, and the prospect of talking with her lover caused the warmth between her legs, started by watching shapely slaves fight each other, to increase to a hot liquid feeling deep in her belly.
“Hello, darling,” Sadia’s voice caressed her ear. “How are things going at your end?”
Angel had walked a few yards away when she answered the call and now she turned to look back and saw both slaves naked, arms raised above their heads as the men examined them, running their hands over the quivering breasts, testing the dents where the tines had dug in.
“Pretty well,” she replied. “I think there’s more talent here than those bastards realised, so we might still be able to give them a couple of nasty surprises. How’s things with you?”
“Fine.” Angel was immediately aware of the slight hesitation in Sadia’s reply but held her tongue. “We’ll get the twenty extra we need. No problem.”
“But,” Angel supplied after a second’s silence. “There’s got to be a ‘but’.”
“Let’s just say the price was unexpectedly high. D’you know, Eric belongs to this wonderful club and they put on a show you would have loved. Some of the best bullwhipping I’ve seen in ages! And while some fabulous wine was served too! I think we watched eight girls in all being worked on. The needles were gorgeous, darling. One girl got thirty in her tits alone. Honestly I came almost as much as the slut did! And the sex afterwards was to die for……….”
Angel let Sadia rattle on for a few moments until she came to a stop.
“You haven’t told me what price we’re paying,” she said eventually.
“The money’s about what I expected but there is something else………I’ve got a few things to show you……..I had to agree to wear some things for Eric.”
“What things?”
Angel felt her stomach ache with anger as she listened to Sadia’s reply. In her mind she saw her Mistress and lover’s perfect body defiled by men. Her lovely nipples which she so often had licked and nipped at to draw sighs of pleasure from her, rubbery and quivering under her tongue, were now pierced so cruelly by hard steel. What was right and proper on a slave – a submissive – was an outrage on Angel’s beloved Countess.
And as for her beautiful cunt, nestling between her long and silky-smooth thighs. The soft, plump lips were now brutally holed and even a tag proclaiming it the property of a man hung from it. Angel could almost taste the acrid, horrible metal as she imagined lying between Sadia’s legs, tonguing her as she had so loved to do while they listened to the music of a slave being played with beside them.
She grimaced as she imagined having to lift the evidence of a man’s presumptuous arrogance out of her way before she could forage in her ladyship’s fragrant honeypot.
From the ring came the voices of Brian and
Carlo as Tony came to take the two slaves back to the stable.
Angel turned back, almost shaking with rage.
“Okay if we send ‘em back?” Brian asked as she walked across to the ring, trying to calm her anger. “Or do you want to play with one of them? I know watching them go at each other sometimes leaves me in need of a shag or a beating.”
Angel stopped at the ropes as an idea occurred to her.
“No, let them go. It’s ok. But I wouldn’t mind a bit of release, how about you and I go a few rounds?”
Tony paused in the act of clipping Lucky’s leash to her tongue ring and cocked an eyebrow at Brian. Carlo just gave one of his grins and leaned on the ropes opposite Angel. Brian himself looked thoroughly startled at first and then relaxed and treated Angel to a slow look of such blatant lust that it re-ignited her determination to be revenged on the whole male gender for what had been done to Sadia.
At a nod from Carlo, Tony led the slaves away and Angel ducked into the ring.
“Wrestling and kick-boxing; anything goes, no holds barred except gouging or scratching. Stripped to pants,” she said. It was the sort of bout the slaves were used to in training and in the pens and the arenas themselves.
Brian shrugged amiably and stripped off his shirt. Angel did likewise and unhitched her bra. If she hadn’t been seething with anger, she might have been pleased with the looks her breasts fetched as they swung freely on her chest. With no ceremony she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans, tugged them down her legs and pulled them off, then straightened up in just her thong.
She saw that Brian now faced her in just a tight pair of boxers, again had she been more in a mood to appreciate the view she might have been impressed with his physique. But as it was she allowed herself the luxury of letting her temper take over and she plunged joyfully into the physical release of combat.
She rushed him and ducked at the last moment, grabbing his legs and pulling while she used her shoulder into his midriff. Taken by surprise he toppled backwards but immediately managed to get his arms round her chest and squeeze as she followed him down onto the earth floor of the ring. His hard muscled forearms squeezed her breasts but she registered only the imprisonment and not the sharp sensations from her nipples. She jabbed downwards hard with her elbow and broke the hold, springing away back onto her feet and delivering a drop kick as he came surging up after her. He took a step backwards. She swung a punch at his face and he swayed out of its way easily then caught her with a roundhouse kick that jarred the whole of her left side as his foot crashed into her ribs. She staggered for a moment but was able to swing a right hook into his ribs before he could fully steady himself. He didn’t flinch and simply grabbed her wrist to swing her round and send her crashing backwards into a corner post. She tottered forwards, partly winded but saw him coming and as he reached for her she jabbed hard with her right and caught him on the chin. He staggered back, hurt for the first time and she tried to repeat the blow but he fended her off and countered with two rapid jabs to her ribs that stopped her in her tracks.
For a few seconds they circled each other warily, Brian tried to tempt her into a finger lock but Angel knew she couldn’t win a straight contest of strength and ignored it. As she moved, she could feel the weight of her breasts shift on her chest and Brian’s eyes kept flicking down towards them. She waited till it happened again and delivered a roundhouse kick that hurt him again as her foot slammed into his cheek. She tried to spin round fast enough to deliver another but found that he was ready and had caught her foot before it could connect. With both hands he twisted it and she screamed as she had to pirouette and collapse onto her face to avoid the pain. He was onto her at once, slamming down onto her back and crushing her. He dropped her foot and grabbed her right arm instead, twisting it high up her back. She knew his grip was too strong for her to break but at least she had got some hard blows in and he would remember her for a few days. The exertion had also allowed her to release her anger and she felt calmer and able to concentrate on her job once more. She would have to see what could be done for poor Sadia in due course.
But for now……..she bowed to the inevitable and fell forward, letting her body relax in submission.
Brian recognised the sign and climbed off her, coming to stand over her, breathing hard.
“Good fight, Angel. Thanks.”
He reached down to help her up and she struck.
She grabbed his wrist and twisted it savagely. At the same time she swung around on the ground and raised her legs as he fell. She got one foot under the arm she was twisting and the other up beside his jaw. Then she stretched her legs and pulled as he hit the ground, twisting his wrist upwards and holding him with rigid legs.
“Submit!” she hissed as she exerted her full strength and heard him cry out as his hand was bent up over his forearm. She adjusted her grip and was able to start bending in his little finger on itself. He cried out again, recognising that she could break it. She pushed hard at his wrist again and he answered her demand to submit.
Panting, she released him and immediately scrabbled away out of his reach before standing up.
Brian got slowly to his feet nursing his injured arm.
“You sly bitch!” he said, though to her irritation he was still smiling.
She tossed her hair back and reached for her jeans. “Anything goes, right? Anything at all in an arena.”
“She’s got a point,” Carlo put in.
“Yeah. Ha! That’ll teach me not to be a gentleman!” Brian even managed a short laugh as he worked his sore shoulder.
Angel couldn’t help feeling cheated at how easily he accepted her sharp practice as a sort of good joke at his expense and didn’t seem at all humbled or shamed.
At dinner that evening he even recounted the incident and Angel felt that she was being patronised in some strange way. If it had been her, she would have been enraged by being tricked and shown up in front of companions! He couldn’t possibly be a proper dom if he could take such things in his stride, she decided.
But it was odd how much she felt the need for a sub that night and asked Chrissie if she could have a groom, a bit earlier than on the previous night if possible as she needed to play.
“Have Patti,” the vet said. “I’ll have her sent to Dungeon Five if you like. It’s got some good frames and a medical bench.”
That sounded like what she needed and Chrissie summoned a Housegirl to take a message over to the CSL stable.
After dinner she excused herself from liqueurs in the Common Room and followed Chrissie’s directions downstairs from the back of the main hall and along well lit corridors, down further steps until finally she arrived at a low ceilinged, stone walled passage with thick wooden doors along one side with grilles set in each. She pushed open the one with the number 5 on it and went in.
There were two slaves inside. One was being worked on by a Lodge member over on Angel’s left. Standing with her back to the wall and to which she was chained, she was having her breasts bound. They were delightfully marked from the crop that was lying on a whipping bench just behind the member and Angel could see from the paddle, whip and packets of sterile needles that they were about to get more punishment. Both looked up briefly as she entered, smiled and then returned their attention to the breast binding, the girl’s eyes were wide and excited.
Patti stood opposite the door, fully dressed but with her hands clipped together behind her back and a leash running from the O ring on her collar to a hook on the wall.
Angel went straight to her and unknotted the woman’s blouse, freeing the large, pale breasts and began to massage them.
The day’s events; Sadia’s decorations and the fight with Brian and his subsequent calm acceptance of the result, had left her confused. But here at least she knew what she was and what was going to happen. Her hands felt the woman’s nipples harden under them, she watched her eyes close in pleasure and her breathing deepen, then she leaned closer and let her cheek b
rush Patti’s.
“I’m going to thrash them so hard!” she whispered. “And then I’ll whip your back and your arse before I let you lick me out.”
Patti groaned in appreciation of the cruelties to come and Angel fumbled under the short skirt to find soft and engorged labia with a sticky flood of fragrant juices between them. The clitoris stood out hard and urgent. Angel rasped it mercilessly and fetched further groans from Patti. Then she stood back, slipped off the dress she had worn for dinner and took Patti’s lead.
She decided on a padded bench to start with and once Patti was naked had her lie face up along its length before fastening her ankles and wrists to the bottoms of the legs.
She selected a flogger with square-cut, leather tails and stood over the stretched body, stroking and teasing the quivering breasts and the moist lips between the spread thighs. Then she struck, a quick flick at the breasts followed by a heavier strike between the legs. Then a heavy strike across the nipples, another across the stomach and a flick to the cunt. Patti’s head snapped up at the heavier lashes, her lips pursed at the stinging. Angel continued the treatment never letting her guess where the next strike would fall, knowing that would intensify the experience for the full-breasted slave. She watched in pleasure as the stomach began to flutter and the hips began to undulate as she continued the random lashing. Behind her she heard the sharp slapping noise of a paddle and answering female cries. She gave Patti a break and turned to see the other slave’s bound tits, getting shiny and dark in their constriction, bounce and shudder under the paddling. The Housegirl watched each blow arrive with eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The club member stopped the beating momentarily and felt between her spread legs. Angel saw his fingers emerge, glistening with her outpourings, then she turned back to Patti and concentrated on her heaving breasts, bringing her to orgasm several times as she launched a blizzard of hard lashes on their quivering vulnerability.
The leather of the bench was stained dark by Patti’s juices as Angel sank her fingers into the flooding quim and twisted them inside the slave, making her heave and wriggle in pleasure. Angel’s own cunt ached for attention but she had all night and moved Patti to another bench, over which she had her bend forwards and took a heavy leather paddle to her backside, beating it until it was a pretty, fiery red colour. Then she used the riding crop on it. Patti added her howls to those of the other slave who now had two needles through each nipple and the dungeon became an ever more heated pressure cooker of lust and excitement. At length both dominants gave in to their desires and as the Lodge member stripped off his trousers and lifted his girl’s legs so she could wrap them around him while he fucked her, Angel found a dildo and brought herself off standing behind Patti and admiring the tramlines seared into the flesh of the buttocks.
