Blonde Fury II (25 page)

She was spun round and backed against the pillar. Her legs were spread and her ankles shackled again and a rope was passed behind her lower back, wound round her arms and then round the pillar to keep her torso pulled back against it. The back of her head was pressed against the stone and she was aware that her upper body was arched forward away from the pillar. He w
as going to work on her breasts
she realised
,
as she tried to swallow nervously behind the gag and stared up at the vaulting. If she squinted down her nose she could just see the man take up his stance holding a leather tailed flogger. He too had attracted an audience w
ho were egging him and passing
comments about the size of her tits and how much better they would look once they were welted.

Sophie was suddenly aware that her breasts had never been
concentrated on
as part of the sessions she had had at the ranch, they had been caressed and admired but
rarely
had the stroking gone on to become full blooded strikes. That was all about to change, and she found she was looking forward to knowing what
a serious tit-whipping
felt like.

It stung and bruised, both at the same time. The whip scythed down, and a blaze of hot pain swamped her chest as she felt the weight of her breasts swing and bounce under the leathers. It was a strange feeling and one she immediately loved. The whip fell again and kept falling but she couldn’t scream at the pain because she was loving every second of the sensations. If she had had the use of her hands, she knew she would have been masturbating desperately, but as it was she had to wait while the climb to orgasm went on slowly, slowly as the whip thudded and her breasts burned deeper and deeper and swung and shook deliciously.

To her horror it stopped before she could finish, but her flagellator merely stepped forwards and thrust his cock straight up into her molten vagina.
With her legs spread wide she was at a height that facilitated straight in fucking and after he had thrust into her a couple of times, his chest pressed hard against hers to counter the way she was arched forward, Sophie was desperately begging him in incoherent gag-strapped mumbles to go harder and deeper. She could feel her orgasm building; it was close, so close. The man smiled down at her and began to come inside her, his eyes closed in delight and he threw his head back as he emptied his balls into her, then stepped away immediately. Sophie felt her herself empty and aching and tears of frustration crept down her cheeks.

But someone else picked up the whip and began to beat her breasts. Staring up at the stone ceiling as her tits were emblazoned with hotter and hotter pain and ecstasy, Sophie’s tears turned to
ones
of pure gratitude. She came so hard she nearly blacked out and when her senses returned it was to find she was being fucked again.

In the years that followed, on the rare occasions when exhausted sleep didn’t claim her immediately in the evenings, Sophie would look back at that night in the
Prince
’s dungeon as the night when she finally became what she had been born to become. A creature of pure physicality. Her body was the essence of what she was
, it was the means whereby she gave pleasure and received it. And that was what she was for; that was her purpose. The chip embedded in her neck only served to amplify what had been there all along, it didn’t matter what was done to her body so long as someone took pleasur
e in it. Given that one thing, she knew she
would revel in any debauchery or humiliation. During that night she realised she wanted the
Prince
to keep her in a cage and only let her out for his friends to play with, she wanted to be an animal for him; a predatory sexual creature. She wanted chains and whips, she wanted to be tamed and broken, then played with – beaten and penetrated in every way a woman could be – then petted and put away again. To be given permission to masturbate to orgasm in front of
a crowd of strangers
would be nothing but a privilege
which
she would earn under her Master’s whips and on the ends of his friends’ cocks.

She could never recall the details of the night but she knew that in the end they didn’t need to use her leash; she crawled willingly on hands and knees behind whoever wanted her next, eager to serve and to see what new experiences awaited her. There were more beatings, there were needles, there were passionate slavegirl tongues lapping her sap from inside and around her flooding vagina and anus. She was buggered whilst fellating, then hung by her ankles and whipped between her legs. They hung her
with her hands left free and
high enough
off the floor
so
that
slaves were able to stand with their legs apart so she could lick the sperm and juice from them and hold them close to her while she took the whip.

Then at last there was Asil’
s hand in her sperm-
matted hair and she was
being dragged
through a door beside the
Prince
’s chair and into a bed chamber. There was a richly decorated four poster bed and beside it a plain wooden platform at a similar height with shackles at each corner.
Asil led her to it, helped her up onto it and then buckled the restraints onto her so that she was spreadeagled on her back. Burning, stinging and dazed from orgasm after orgasm, Sophie managed to raise her head and watch her friend stand with her back to her in front of their owner.

Her softly rounded body carried spectacular marks and welts and it was all Sophie could do to stop herself moaning with desire. The
Prince
stood with his back to a desk, his cock shining with discharge but flaccid for the moment and Sophie realised that if he had taken her she hadn’t been aware of it.

“You were told to bring her here, yes? Just that,” the
Prince
was saying.

“Yes, your Highness,” Asil replied and Sophie could see her beginning to tremble.

The
Prince
picked up a remote control and flicked a
screen
into life. Instantly there were the life size images of Asil kissing her and fondling her in the dressing room.
Asil feel to her knees and bathed the
Prince
’s feet in kisses begging forgiveness, but in vain.

“I will have total obedience, girl!” he said sternly. “You trade too much on my fondness for you. A week in solitary!”

Asil wailed and begged and kissed his feet until he kicked her away.

“You cannot keep your hands off Lightning can you?”

Asil knelt back up a
nd sobbed and sniffed
.
“N…no, your Highness.”

“Very well. I feel sure that her destiny lies in the arenas as well as on the race track and as soon as she has recovered she will begin training
. You will go with her as her personal groom.” He held up a hand to forestall Asil
’s
yelp of surprised delight. “Every punishment she earns in the arena or in training will be visited on you too. You are not chipped, nor are you as naturally talented as she is, so I expect that will ensure you do your best to see to it that White Lightning does not fail her owner.

“Now the two of you will spend a week recovering in one of the bigger cells – not the solitary ones. Selim will give Ahmet strict instruction to feed and clean you. At the end of a week, Lightning will go to join my squad for basic training, and you, Asil
,
will serve a week in solitary before you join her.”

Asil bent forwards over the
Prince
’s feet again, this time sobbing with gratitude. After a few moments the
Prince
nudged her towards the
door and she stood, flashing
Sophie a quick smile before scurrying
from the room
.

When she had gone, the
Prince
came over to the stark bed that Sophie was tied to. Without saying a word he sat beside her and plunged his fingers into her burnin
g and stinging cunt. Sophie yelp
ed in pain and shock but suddenly realised that his fingers
h
ad gone straight into her. Despite her bruised, pierced and puffy labia, despite the repeated penetrations it had been subject to, it was still ready to serve
. She lifted her head and saw his cock begin to throb, lengthen and stiffen. After only
a
few more moments of fingering, he swung himself onto the bed and lay full length on top of her. The weight made her arch her burning back up off the
wooden
bed and he was able to slip his hands around her sides and she gasped as she felt his fingers press into the tender flesh of her back. It took him only a slight upward thrust and he slid into her. She felt him spread her and then, as he moved up her body again, slip further and further into her. It was only when he was uncomfortably lodged against her bruised cervix that he began to fuck her. It hurt but it was heaven
,
and for once Sophie forgot the overwhelming urge to come
herself,
and instead concentrated on swivelling her hips up against him to give his cock the most stimulation she could provide as he slid in and out of her. For several minutes they filled the room with soft grunts of effort as they both sought his pleasure and then at last Sophie saw his face soften above her and his head was
lowered
on
to
her shoulder and he was ejaculating into her and groaning with the pleasure of each spurt. When he had finished and had rolled off her to stand by the bed
, she dared to look up at him – begging with her eyes to be allowed to clean him.

“Maybe later,” he said and turned away to go to his bed.

During the night
h
e came to her in the dark and
as she struggled awake,
knelt across her chest, parting his thighs to lower himself as far as he could. Then he grasped the back of her head with one hand and with the other bent the shaft of his cock down. Holding her head up at an uncomfortable angle
for her
he
stuffed
himself in
to
her mouth.
Sophie had dreamed of the moment when her owner would finally consent to use her mouth
again
and she had always wanted to take a long time caressing him and ensuring that she gave him the best service she could. She so wanted to curl her tongue lovingly around his long shaft and swallow smoothly when he came. Instead the reality was an uncomfortable shafting in a position that gave her no chance to do anything other than offer him a hole to fill with his spunk. But as soon as she had framed the thought she understood. Of course it was right that he should enjoy her like this. It was his pleasure that mattered. She was a slave and didn’t matter – as Asil had said. Immediately she felt herself moisten and melt with excitement at the careless way in which she was being used. She did her best to swallow when he came but couldn’t help choking a little, but knew that if it had affected his pleasure she would be punished; she would just have to wait and see if she was. She would gladly suffer an unfair beating, it would simply underline how totally she belonged to him. In the dark he sighed in what she hoped was pleasure and climbed off her
to return to his bed.

In the morning, two of the palace slaves turned her onto her face and lubricated her anus so that the
Prince
could lie on her back and bugger her at his leisure. Again, Sophie did not try and orgasm. She lay and revelled in the feeling of being possessed by him and
the
feeling
of
his long shaft spearing deep into her body. It was all the better because it was so sore and because it made not a jot of difference to him how sore it was. She listened for his groan of release and was grateful to have been allowed to serve.

Stiff, sore and unwashed but deliriously happy, Sophie was led down to the cells where Asil waited. For a whole week they existed in the dusky light from one dirty window but rolled and played on clean sheets until Ahmet came to whip them every morning. Side by side they cried and whimpered and – in Sophie’s case – orgasmed and then played some more until they woke for food.

At the end of their time together, when the men
came for Sophie, she knew that living in the
Prince
’s service with Asil beside her was the complete package for her.
She would give him whatever he asked of her and Asil would be there afterwards. It was perfect. All she had to do now was not fail him.

Chapter Eighteen

Martha and Brian flew into Bakhtar some weeks later. The
Prince
had invited them to see something special.

The initial furore that had surrounded the discovery of White Lightning had eventually died down and now the arena world held its breath to see how Sophie would shape up in the actual arenas. Meanwhile, Ace’s drawing power had returned tenfold. The crowds couldn’t get enough of watching her perform and discussing how she might fare against her half-sister.

A helicopter met them as they disembarked from the plane and they were whisked straight up country with the
Prince
at the controls. After half an hour’s flight he brought them down outside the gates of an old fort that could have come straight from the pages of a French Foreign Legion adventure tale. A great wall swept out from, and returned to, a massive rock and the buildings of the fort were carved directly
into
it. Martha would find that out in due course. For now her eye was caught by the row of cages that hung from gibbets above the crenellations of the wall’s top.
They swung in the slight breeze and their chains creaked ominously. But what made her tug Brian’s sleeve urgently was the sight of a naked girl slumped in one, her left leg hung down through the bars of the cage’s floor.

“Yeah,” Brian said, glancing up. “This
is
where the
Prince
’s squad trains. She’ll have done something or other.”

They went in through the tall iron gates and saw
a wide expanse of beaten earth and
from one of the doors at the back of the training ground several men were emerging. The
Prince
introduced the one who led them as Ollie van der Veerhof; his trainer, then he introduced the others. They shook hands all round and Martha’s pulse quickened as she noted the whips stuck in each man’s belt.

“I couldn’t help noticing, Ollie,” she said as the men began to chat about the ins and outs of training, “that girl up there. What earns a girl a stay
in a cage
?” She rather liked the idea of a suspension in a cage and was wondering why Brian didn’t use it at home.

Van der Veerhof looked up and shrugged. “What’s that one up for, Ben?” he asked a lean and rangy Australian.

“Don’t know, Boss. You told me to put her up last night,” he said.

Van der Veerhof smiled and shrugged. “With over a hundred of them, you forget! Well, whatever it was, if she’s been up there overnight, I doubt she’ll do it again
. It’s gets bloody cold! Bring her down, Ben.”

There was laughter as the cage was lowered and the guilty party was allowed to crawl out and lap water from a bowl. The trainer explained that it was a better way of taking water in after dehydrating – and it was good for the girls as well. Martha looked at the naked girl, face down in her bowl at the feet of a guard who would probably have her at the first opportunity
,
and
she
had to agree
that it would encourage obedience
.

“My friends,” the
Prince
began, and Martha drew her attention away. “I’ve asked you here to see how Lightning’s training is going. I owe it to you who forewarned me about her value. We stopped no fewer than three kidnap attempts in those first days, and had I not been alerted, I might have lost her. As it was I kept her busy in some of the deepest cells in the palace and that kept her safe. Now let’s see the
demonstration
, Ollie, please!”

Ollie turned and waved. A man had been waiting at one of the doors and he now disappeared.

The guests were ushered over to a gazebo in whose shade chairs had been set out
and in a few minutes ten naked girls were led out onto the sun-baked earth. At the same time, from a nearer door, a familiar, tall blonde one was led out by a stunningly pretty Arab girl who had the blonde’s leash in her hand. The Arab girl was dressed in a simple white, very short tunic dress. Martha approved; the girl had the complexion and figure for it. She crossed her legs to distract herself from thoughts about what lay beneath the dress as the girls approached the
Prince
, who stood up.

“Have they both been ringed?” he asked and Ollie clicked his fingers in reply. Both girls obediently opened their mouths and showed the heavy tongue rings that all arena slaves wore. He reached out and hefted the blonde’s heavy breasts, examining the nipples. “Piercings well on their way to healing there. Good! Ollie’s been keeping me briefed over the past month so I’ll ask him to bring you up to date,” he said and resumed his seat, leaving the two girls standing beside him in the full sun. Martha was not surprised by
Sophie’s
golden tan that had darkened significantly since the Bakhtar race.
She also kept her eyes resolutely cast downwards and so avoided Martha’s entirely which left Martha in the dark about whether Sophie remembered her at all.

“Okay,
“
Ollie began. “By tradition, a new squad girl
gets the crap beaten out of her by the others until she hardens up. We saw no reason for things to be any different for Lightning. She was in the sick bay two days out of every four to start with, and to be honest, I thought the boss was wasting his time. But
then she began to learn the trade and
one thing – the great thing – about Lightning is that she just won’t stay down. She just doesn’t know when she’s beaten. These days she can take on three or four squaddies with no problem and we think she’s ready to go for advanced training, but the boss wanted you to see how good she is. I’m putting her in with
four
today. If she beats those we’ll bring out
four
more –“

“The thing is, I wanted you, Brian, to see what Ollie means,” the
Prince
put in. “Then we’ll move on and I might have an interesting proposition…Carry on, Ollie.”

While they had been talking, more men had brought out posts and thick ropes and, by driving the posts into holes in the ground, they had created a simple, ground level, boxing or wrestling ring.

“Li
ghtning will go in empty handed,” the trainer went on.
“
Two
of the other girls will have straps. Every girl that Lightning can put through or over the ropes is out. If Lightning is
thrown
out, she is allowed to get back in.”

“Or we’ll flay her!” the
Prince
added and reached out to pat the tall blonde’s rump.

Ollie waved the groom
and her charge
away and everyone sat forwards intently as the blonde’s hands were freed and she climbed into the ri
ng
.

The
Prince
called a halt half an hour later.

Lightning was welted from ankles to neck and bleeding from scratches to her face and breasts. At the time he called a halt, she was
crouched in a corner and being thrashed by
one opponent
who had
managed to hold onto her whip
, but she had got rid of
three
opponents
.

W
h
ile Lightning crawled to her corner
and lapped
water
from a bowl her groom gave her
, four more girls were led out
.

“Very impressive,” Brian said. “Taking out
three
and holding off
the other one who had a whip
. She is something!” They had gasped at the big girl’s speed and agility; the way she had spun, kicked, dodged, thrown and punched, using the very
number
of her opponents to her advantage and seeming to utterly ignore the lashes she
was taking.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Brian. T
his is what I brought you here to show you!” he said and clicked his fingers after checking with Ollie.

To Brian and Martha’s amazement, the seconds withdrew and the four
fresh
girls
vaulted over the ropes and went straight onto the attack
.
For the next few minutes Light
n
ing took an awful pounding, was posted time and again, thrown and whipped until she was staggering. Then gradually the ferocity of the attack diminished as the girls tired in the heat, until at last Lightning wiped the blood from her mouth tottered to her feet one more time and
from somewhere found the strength to fight back
. She wre
sted the whip from one girl,
twisted her arm and threw her through the ropes before her colleagues could react, then used the whip to make herself some space and then simply rushed the nearest girl and pushed her back into the one behind her and while they struggled to disentangle themselves and get back up she delivered three stinging lashes between their wide spread legs. The last girl had been fruitlessly lashing Lightning’s back and was unprepared when Lightning turned, grabbed her whip arm and threw her by it, sending her skidding out under the bottom rope. The other two she was able pick up by their hair, slap their breasts and then apply her foot to their bottoms as they bent over protectively and send them through the middle ropes.

She collapsed to her knees as the groom rushed in with more water.

“You see?” the
Prince
said. “Ollie was right, she’s got some way of just ignoring the punishment she’s taking and waiting for it to stop. Then she gets going again!”

“Brian,” Ollie put in. “If his Highness goes over to her now and tells
her
she’s doing well, we can bring on another
four
and I guarantee she’ll take out
two of them
before I really will have to call it a day. Want to see it?
We’ve done it before.
”

Brian looked over at Martha who was shifting in her seat as she tried to deal with the arousal of watching her Sophie take such a beating and yet keep
on
getting up. There was something immensely erotic about her determination to keep serving her Master. She nodded.

They moved out into the sun and approached the ring where the groom
was using wipes to try and repai
r some of the damage to Lightning.
They leaned on the ropes above the blonde slave and could see that she really had been through the mill but when she caught sight of the
Prince
, she got to her feet again and limped over to him before kneeling in front of him.

“Good girl, Lightning,” he said and tousled her sweat-soaked hair. “You’re doing well today. We’re bringing on a few more opponents for you in a minute. My friends here want to watch you
get knocked around and fight for
a bit longer.”

At the mention of the word ‘friends’, Martha thought she caught the faintest flicker of a glance in her direction from Sophie’s one good eye, but it was gone before she could be certain. And in any case the
Prince
had stretched out his hand and Sophie
was kissing it passionately and looking at him with complete adoration until he clicked his tongue and she struggled
back up to her feet.

For Brian, that look had taken him right back to his early days at The Lodge. It was the look of utter devotion that Blondie had given Carlo. He could have told her to
get into
the ring against four wild horses and she would have. Now Sophie had found her own Master at long last and would serve him with the same devotion.

The
Prince
called a halt when the remaining
two
girls of the next
four
were kicking and whipping the almost motionless form of Sophie at will. The groom flung some cold water over her and when she had revived a little, the
last two girls who had been left standing
took it in turns
to sit astride the blonde’s face and receive their tribute. Meanwhile the guests were ushered away into the fort itself for a drink. Martha was almost beside herself with mingled anger at the girls and lust for Sophie as her breasts were flattened and rebounded and her buttocks rippled so deliciously as she rolled in the dust beneath the whips and the kicks.

“How soon will she be good to go again?” Brian asked Ollie as they walked.

“
Not too long, a couple of days
.”

“I think she should go for advanced training now – studded wh
ips, chariots, solo log pulling and so on,
” the
Prince
said. “Today was really just a bit of fun to show you how well she has come on.”

They entered a cool, rock hewn chamber, but
one
which was comfortably furnished and took their seats while a slavegirl served drinks.

“The thing is, Brian,” the
Prince
went on once they had all been served. “Ollie has got his hands full here with the squad, and while Mehmet up at the arena is competent enough, Lightning is something special. I have a long association with Peter and with The Lodge and with CSL
.” He took a long drink while Brian, his heart pounding, sat and waited for what he hoped he was going to hear. “I want her trained at CSL,” the
Prince
concluded and laughed at the smile that threatened to split Brian’s face in half. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then,” he said and held his glass up to propose a toast. “To White Lightning; owned by the Bakhtar stable and trained by
CSL
. May she be the new Queen of the arenas!”