Elizabeth Enslaved

by Peter Marriner

  “Fifty-five! Excellent!” Madame Zurra herself counted the paper tickets while Elizabeth lay in sore and tender exhaustion on the stained and well-pounded bed. “So many of our brave soldiers thoroughly satisfied!” Speaking to her satellites, she rubbed her fat hands. “In the short time we have had her, Lady Elizabeth has serviced over a thousand soldiers! A big bouncy blonde who is so totally submissive should be serving us better. Time to utilise her rarity and boost her attractions! Put her into black lace and high heels. Introduce her to our more influential customers!

  “You have been working well. Lady Elizabeth,” Madame Zurra said judiciously to her slave, “but you are too good to waste upon such cheap fucks! You are not paying off your debt. You must put your talents as an actress to work. You will earn a lot more from exhibitions.”

  Chapter Eight

  Approaching the wrestling ring in the courtyard, Elizabeth saw a hundred male faces turned towards her and almost dared to call out in exposition of her plight. But she supposed they were the same men who had used her sexually in the upper room, so they would be unlikely to heed her now. She was wearing a tiny bikini set, little more than a three triangles of red. white and blue striped cotton held together by thin strings, her blonde head adorned by a little tinsel tiara. Her opponent, Heggrah, wore a similar outfit in white. Leila was acting the part of referee as they were introduced to the audience, the Nubian first, who bounced about showing off her muscles and clasping her hands above her head, acknowledging the plaudits of the crowd.

  What was said about Elizabeth herself she could only guess, though she recognised the words ‘Lady Elizabeth’ and assumed she was being introduced as an English aristocrat. By the boos, she guessed that she was also being vilified as an agent of the enemy. Imitating Heggrah, she got down upon all fours for the usual preparatory process of being oiled. The Nubian could choose her masseur, but unfortunately Elizabeth had no choice. This privilege was for sale to members of the audience and not a little negotiation usually preceded it. The successful bidder, a young dark-skinned man, took Elizabeth in hand literally, for he set out to make sure that she got a thorough application from stem to naked stern. Kneeling alongside her, using the scented oil supplied and encouraged by yells and groans from the rest of the party he was with, he worked his way with slippery fingers up her calves and thighs.

  Her bikini bottom was hardly more than a thong at the rear, diving so deep between the shapely rounds that it might as well not have been there. Taking his time, the man smoothed his hands around and under the curves, rubbing the oil in thoroughly. He slid an oily hand over Elizabeth’s belly and then his fingers lingered around her heavily depending breasts, sliding round into the soft cleavage between. Oil soaked the little cloth triangles making them cling to her poking nipples so that they stood out through the thin material, his fingers flicking them. Leering at his friends he ran his hands from slender neck to bare rump and back again, until every inch of her glistened under the hot lights.

  Elizabeth did nothing to discourage this. The oilier she was, the less vulnerable she would be to Heggrah’s gripping hands. She even turned this way and that to encourage him to be thorough, evoking noticeable arousal in the masseur. She was sure she had never been made to entertain this one before, but she guessed that would see him upstairs after this, his friends too, very likely, eager to use this wicked enemy spy. They would give her a hard time. But that would be better than having to pretend to be excited by them, and to have been made to orgasm.

  But by now the rest of the audience was making a lot more noise, impatient for the bout to begin and Leila was beckoning imperatively, while keeping the men amused with a commentary.

  Elizabeth slid under the ropes and assumed her fighting posture, facing the black girl. The gong struck at Leila’s signal and Heggrah lowering her tightly curled head charged at once like a mad thing. Elizabeth took two or three forward steps to meet her and the pair impacted in the centre of the ring with a solid thump, then slid around one another, their fingers slipping on freshly oiled bodies. Elizabeth had managed to avoid the ramming head but Heggrah skilfully sent Elizabeth spinning past into the ropes. Their elasticity threw her back into the ring with a bound. Teeth gritted, she tried to match Heggrah’s snarls.

  Lady Elizabeth versus her black maidservant was the advertised performance. Of course the purpose of the bout was simply to sexually excite the crowd of men with a display of near-naked women at grips with each other. It enlivened the effect if the audience thought this was a grudge match, but Heggrah was forced to pull her punches since Madame didn’t intend to have her English convict-whore sustain any damage without exacting ample payment for it. However it had been made clear that even if her opponent hadn’t been the more experienced fighter, Lady Elizabeth was destined to be the perpetual loser.

  She replied to the other girl’s banshee howl with a shriek of her own that really expressed her shame and frustration, rushing at Heggrah again. Elizabeth got her fingers in Heggrah’s curls, avoiding oily nakedness, but felt her opponent’s fingers drag her bikini bottom halfway down her hips. This was too early in the bout she knew and the black girl evidently realised it too, for she shifted her grip to take Elizabeth around the waist. Their warm bodies slipped and slithered as they tried to throw one another to the mat, legs entwined and hands pushing, twisting and slapping.

  They slithered and came loose simultaneously and Elizabeth automatically made to pull the little triangle back up over her half-exposed pubic bush. Heggrah seized the opportunity to leap upon her. Elizabeth, taken off balance, slammed into the ropes. With a gasp she bounced, reaching forward with clawing hands just in time. The force of Heggrah’s charge rammed her head into Elizabeth’s chest and between her plump tits. Instinctively, Elizabeth clutched her tight so that the black girl couldn’t get her face back out of their soft smother. In turn, Heggrah seized Elizabeth’s breasts with both hands, trying to wrench them apart, squeezing like claws, the oily handfuls oozing from between her fingers.

  Agonised by the clutch. Elizabeth pummelled the black girl’s white-clad balloons in retaliation. Heggrah’s teeth gripped the connecting strip between Elizabeth’s bikini cups and bit hard. Elizabeth screeched and lost her footing. She went flying over her opponent’s shoulder in an involuntary somersault, landing smack flat on her bottom on the mat.

  She rolled away instinctively and then realised that her breasts were dangling naked and her bra hanging about her elbows in two pieces. As she sprang upright, with her breasts bouncing wildly, Heggrah charged once more and they came to grips again.

  This time the Nubian slipped on a smear of oil as they collided and entwined, pulling Elizabeth down with her. Fingers clawed at anything that would provide a grip as the two women rolled on the canvas. This time it was easier, for it was now her opponent’s part to wrest the remains of Elizabeth’s bikini from her and throw it into the crowd for a souvenir.

  The gong sounded. Both of them were out of breath, their breasts heaving but Elizabeth’s of course, were now fully revealed to view as she leant back against the corner post, shoulders back and arms hooked over the ropes.

  The second round began and it was now Elizabeth’s part to seem eager to retaliate by reducing Heggrah to the same half-naked state. As they wrapped slithering around one another, she tried to snap the other’s bra strap, getting her whole fist between the girl’s breasts and yanking upwards, while at the same time trying to fend off Heggrah’s fingers which were aimed at getting a grip on her own. Fortunately for Elizabeth the material was easier to grip than fleshy curves gleaming with oil. She never managed to snap the link but the hectic bouncing of the black tits displaced them from Heggrah’s bikini top and they sprang out magnificently with big solid nipples thrusting. Under the avid gaze of the audience, the two girls, black and white, swung entwined, like two partners in a complicated dance until the Nubian’s more skilful legwork caught the Engli
shwoman off balance. Lady Elizabeth was swung in a circle. Her feet came off the floor and her opponent, swinging her twice with gathering speed, let her slip. Lady Elizabeth sailed across the ring with a wail and hit the ropes, legs, arms and hair entangled in them.

  Male hands disentangled her, some more hindering than helping. She got several smart spanks to help her on her way, then just before she reached equilibrium, a black hand grabbed the blonde ponytail close to the back of her head and slung her across the ring again, streaming loose hair behind her. Recovering, she began to scuttle away on hands and knees, displaying plenty of waggling white bottom. Heggrah landed on her back and rammed her flat, right in front of the men who had crowded up close to the ropes on the other side. She got her arm around Lady Elizabeth’s neck and pretended to be trying to break her back, drawing the white girl far enough up to give the fans a view of her well-rouged nipples and then letting her slam back, alternately dangling and flattening the white globes into the canvas while the Englishwoman’s escaping hair cascaded more and more wildly about her and she gasped and groaned explosively.

  Scrabbling for a grip, the two rolled over. Lady Elizabeth came out on top for once but Heggrah’s fingers digging into soft white hips hooked the bikini cords. Her knee came up and Lady Elizabeth let out a whoosh of breath, thrown forward over the other’s head. Her bikini bottom slid right down her oil slick thighs and then, as she continued rolling head over heels, slid straight over her calves and down to her ankles. The black girl had caught the band of cloth and with it arrested the Englishwoman’s somersault before she could complete it. Heggrah twisted and pounced, knees driving Lady Elizabeth’s shoulders into the mat .She wailed and squirmed wildly, doubled up on her back on the floor, having each bare breast twisted by turns to encourage her performance. Heggrah gave a flick of her hand that freed one of Elizabeth’s ankles and simultaneously sat upon the Englishwoman’s face. Elizabeth’s cries cut off instantly; one leg waved the red white and blue pennant of her bikini bottom briefly in the air then kicked. The colourful scrap flew off and through the air amongst the clutching hands of the crowd.

  Despite being half smothered Elizabeth retaliated violently. She was stark naked, rather earlier than the script had laid down. She got her fingers hooked into the hip fastenings of her opponent’s own bikini, dragging that garment downward, her fingernails raking her opponent’s bottom and leaving a spot of oozing blood. She whimpered guiltily, knowing what that would earn her. She had only meant to drag the girl off quick enough to let her breathe. She planted her feet on the mat, arching her hips with her knees up and thighs wide, swivelling this way and that beneath her conqueror and exposing furry pubis and red sex-slot to the watching men in the process. The oil that had soaked down there had given her pubic bush a slick peak like a little dark goatee beard. When all the audience had been given a thorough view, Elizabeth pushed hard on the rounded slippery bottom above her and heaved the weight from off her face.

  Heggrah toppled forward between her opponent’s knees as if she had been hurled away. Both sprang to their feet, Heggrah’s bikini bottom a mere strip low across her thighs, Elizabeth totally naked, red-faced and panting hard. They closed as if with raking nails, cheered on by the onlookers, staggered wildly to and fro then toppled and rolled, first one on top then the other. They wriggled in opposite directions and as if by accident, got into the 69 position. Heggrah lifted her knees and clamped her opponent tight so that Elizabeth’s mouth was rammed into the plump hairless black slit that split open like a bright red flower. Between her own legs in turn Elizabeth felt a hot mouth and then sharp teeth gripping her pubic hairs. The audience howled; the black girl was plucking hairs and spitting them out in between shrieking curses.

  Elizabeth was dutifully still trying to get a grip on the black girl’s bikini strings, when the other girl sidestepped and Elizabeth was sent flying over one shoulder, legs flailing, to land flat on her back with another thud. Before she could recover, Heggrah landed on her chest, the firm black bottom squashing white breasts like pillows, black knees pinning white arms. With a great arching heave, Elizabeth rolled over, head almost up under the ropes now, facing the gleaming eyes and white grinning teeth of the men who crowded there. Heggrah continued to ride her like a bareback rider and came down as solidly as before. Squirming on her belly Elizabeth kicked her legs like a trapped frog, counting silently to twenty while the black girl pretended to twist her victim’s ears and bang her head on the floor. At last Elizabeth could hasten to extend her hands and beat them flat upon the floor in a sign of submission.

  Heggrah sprang up and the referee raised her hand high. Lady Elizabeth lay as if exhausted and beaten, red in the face, actually she was half smothered from her sojourn beneath the black girl’s ample bottom. Heggrah bent down and took her opponent by the wrist, pulling upwards as if to raise her. But before Lady Elizabeth reached her feet the other girl heaved her forward and slid her face downwards over an outthrust black thigh. Cheered on by the amused men she gave the defeated English aristocrat half a dozen resounding spanks on her gleaming bare bottom rounds, leaving bright red palm prints.

  Off stage and under the shower, washing off the oil and dust, Elizabeth and Heggrah were reunited. The black girl spoke no English but expressed amused commiseration with cooing sounds. She began to soap Elizabeth herself, repeating the slow massage of the oiling but with delicate feminine hands. Pressed up against the other’s white body, she rubbed a handful of soap over the lips of Elizabeth’s pubis, dripping soapy runnels down her thighs, and working up a foamy bulge on the furry mound. Elizabeth made no resistance, but whimpered as her breasts were soaped, feeling her nipples hardening, soapy droplets depending from them.

  “I... I’m... not a... lesbian...” she gasped, half unsure. Heggrah of course took no notice. She drew Elizabeth out of the shower with her, drying her tenderly as they went with a huge fluffy towel. Along one wall of the shower room was a wide seat of wooden slats under the row of clothes hooks. Heggrah backed Elizabeth against the edge and rolled her onto the seat flat on her back, head and shoulders half enveloped in the towel. Feeling full soft lips go down her belly, Elizabeth flung up her knees, trying to close her thighs and finding the black girl’s shoulders in the way. Her hands clutched uncertainly not knowing whether to cling or repulse as Heggrah climbed nimbly on top of her, pressing Elizabeth in place, black belly squashing white breasts, dark thighs enclosing hot pink cheeks.

  “Ohhh Heggrah! Please! Ohhh!” Elizabeth wrapped her arms about the black girl’s hips, her own hips squirming this way and that under the delightful activity of Heggrah’s tongue.

  “Ahhh Heggrah! Ahhh... Ooooh!” Elizabeth shrieked madly. The other’s red slot was inches from her like a slash of molten lava in a black tarry bulge. Half ashamed, half ecstatic at the release of tension she had built up in her naked exposure to a crowd, she lifted her head and applied her own tongue to that slot, parting the crinkled lips and searching out what she knew would be the most pleasurable part. Instinct guided Elizabeth and soon Heggrah had reached her own orgasm.

  “This is no time for games! Get up!” The slats of the seat were suddenly in evidence again, hard beneath Elizabeth’s back and rump and the towel had fallen onto the floor. A heavily ringed hand had spanked Heggrah’s bottom and the black girl sprang off Elizabeth, gabbling hurried excuses. Madame had appeared alongside them. “Time for Lady Elizabeth to be auctioned!”

  Chapter Nine

  “Yes sir... “I used to ride ... all the time... at home sir...” Elizabeth was panting. She went up and down steadily. “Ponies, sir... and riding to... ahhh...hounds, sir.” “As good as riding men?” the man prostrate beneath her asked and gave her flanks a smack as she rose and fell upon his rigidly upright cock. She was serving five young men from the wrestling audience, the companions of the one who had oiled her before the match. What they were celebrating she didn’t know but evidently she was the means for an e
xpression of male bonding, as they had all clubbed together to bid for her services in the auction.

  On the disordered bed she was astride the one who had oiled her, sliding down, endlessly it was beginning to seem, on a very thick stem, gasping with effort until at last she made solid contact with his loins, solidly impaled. Fortunately she was still slippery from the way the intimate way the oil had been applied. Elizabeth’s efforts to settle to a proper rhythm were made all the more difficult, since one of his friends likewise bestrode his thighs right behind her and was busy burying his own cock in her anus. Even while she was going up and down and being thrown to and fro by his efforts, she was obliged to nod back and forth in the service of a third invader who had straddled his recumbent friend’s head and shoulders to present his cock for her attention. Silenced, she gurgled and gargled in agitation, trying to dissuade the man below her from pulling and squeezing great handfuls of her malleable breasts as if he was milking a cow. But of course these were exactly the sort of groans and whimpers they expected from her.

  “I am yours to do what you will please, sirs!” Lady Elizabeth, the slave whore had whimpered, grovelling upon all fours as if in shame and fear when they questioned her. She had parroted the tale that Madame had concocted for her; how she had been Lady Elizabeth Gold, a member of the Royal family and how from aristocratic arrogance and delight in wickedness she had involved herself in the evil purposes of their enemies. How as a punishment and to save her life she was now forced to give her aristocratic body to be used by the brave soldiers whom she had meant to betray. Before she ran out of breath, she had been forced to enlarge upon it. It seemed to stimulate their lust very succesfully. The randy friends were not intending that anyone should be left out. She was going to have to take all five at once.