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Won’t be puckered by the time I’m done with it.

“Done, Miss.”

“One more thing.” KC unhooked the last item she’d attached to her skirt earlier and held it out to her slave. “Bind her wrists behind her back for me. The only thing I want to fight now is her asshole.”

Meghan moved behind Layla and pulled her arms behind her. She didn’t have handcuffs or anything so harsh. She didn’t want to unintentionally injure the other woman. Intentional pain? Quite different.

She smiled as Meghan placed Layla’s bent arms one on top of each other at the small of her back, and then wrapped the wide-leather, double-arm cuff around them both. It attached by snaps along the long end, more than effectively binding her arms together.

Breath sawed in and out of Layla’s lungs, and a small tremor made her body dance as KC finally released her hair and stepped in front of her. Her entire demeanor had changed when Meghan bound her. She was a different girl altogether.

Someone seemed to have a fetish for bondage. Hot. Hardcore kinds of need to take what she’d won thrummed inside KC.

Dropping the strip of leather at her feet, she smoothed Layla’s bangs to the side. She grabbed her fake cock by the base and smoothed it across Layla’s lips. “Get it good and wet. It’s the only lube your little asshole’s going to get when I bend you over.”

Layla whimpered, but opened her mouth to take her cock.

KC grabbed her hair to stop her. “And if you’re enthusiastic about it, I might even spit on
My
hole before I fuck it.” She let her hair go, and it didn’t take Layla three seconds to take most of the fake dick into her mouth.

The crowd murmured all around the ring with a hum of sexual tension.

Her slave sat back on her heels behind Layla. Watching, wanting.

“Meghan.”

She shook herself and stared up at KC.

“You’ve done impeccably, and I want to reward you.”

Her slave stood, bouncing with excitement.

“Your reward is waiting for you in the corner.” KC glanced over at Boomer and nodded.  He stared at her and then at Meghan, his erection tenting the front of his pants.

“Miss?” Confusion laced the one-word question as she took a step closer.

“You’re going to repeat this to the fighter in the corner. Ready?”

Biting her lip with a nod was all the woman seemed to be able to manage.

“I want him to hold you in his lap. Your pussy toward me so I can see what you’re doing. Your legs wide. Are you wearing panties?”

She nodded.

KC focused on Layla for a second. Every time the woman on her knees sucked on the dildo it jostled the dicks inside KC. Wetness slid from her core, running down the inside of her leg. Fuck, she looked pretty with her mouth full of cock.

“Perfect,” KC nodded, then glanced again at Meghan. “Have him hold them aside while you finger yourself. If you come before I get inside Layla’s ass all the way, then he can fuck you. If I get in first?” She shrugged. “No dick for you. No bonus pussy for him, and he looks quite…hungry. Understand the rules?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good, now go explain them and don’t dawdle. Layla’s enthusiasm is about to be rewarded.”

One of the girls moaned. KC wasn’t certain which one of them made it, making it so much more delicious.

Meghan moved with urgency, and Boomer locked onto her swaying tits as she approached. He lowered his arms and towered over her as she spoke.

He glanced at KC as she pulled her cock from Layla’s mouth then bent to pick up the thin strap.

Boomer planted his ass in the corner of The Cage, tugging Meghan down into his lap. With four hands it didn’t take long for her skirt to be around her waist, her thighs spread wide over his forearms, and her panties yanked to the side with her fingers on her clit. What a sight they made together.

KC tied the long piece of leather to a large ring at the front of Layla’s collar, making sure it was super tight and wouldn’t let go. Releasing it to dangle down, KC stepped around her and got on her knees between Layla’s ankles. “Look across the mat from you. Look what you’re doing to people.”

Layla’s intake of oxygen ramped up KC’s desire.

“Fuck,” the other woman breathed.

Meghan had her eyes closed tight, and her head turned to one side. Boomer’s thumb on one hand was making tiny circles on her flesh as he whispered to her. Staring at the women in the middle of the ring, he never took his eyes from them.

What he whispered? No clue.

Didn’t matter.

Was still probably one of the sexiest things KC had ever seen.

KC adjusted Layla’s position, scooting them forty-five degrees to the left so Boomer and Meghan were off to their right in the corner.

Bending down, KC reached through Layla’s legs, snagging the thin strap and yanking her forward. She caught her wrist cuff just in time so her face didn’t slam into the mat. “No. Look to the right. You’re going to watch them. They’re going to watch us. Don’t close your eyes, and do you remember what I said you had to do before you come?” KC brushed Layla’s fiery hair out of her face, making sure she had an unimpeded view of the sexiness happening in the corner.

“Yes,” Layla whispered, which turned into a moan as KC licked across the tight ring of her ass. She tried to scoot away, but didn’t get very far with her arms bound behind her.

Wetness coated the other woman’s thighs, and her clit practically throbbed when KC blew across it. “And to make sure you don’t go anywhere, I’m going to tie you in the position I want.” KC looped the leather strap around the thigh spreader, locking her in place. Head down, ass up, toes curling as Layla opened and closed her fists.

In anticipation?

KC spit on her ass.

Fear?

Whichever.

They both worked for her.

Licking her finger, she left some spit on the end and rubbed it around her tight hole. She dipped a finger inside just to hear the woman groan. Pulling against the strap keeping her position, she pulled tight the muscles in her back.

So sexy.

KC held the end of her cock with an open palm, spitting on the tip. She rubbed it around, angling it at Layla’s ass, pushing in, staring at her hole as it slowly opened around her dick.

Layla panted and groaned.

Glancing to the side, she checked on her slave.

Boomer spoke faster in her ear, KC was sure, because he knew how close he was to losing his free shot at pussy, which made her want to rush and make it a real competition.

So dirty.

KC concentrated on Layla’s ass. Her first victory as a Raper. Something she’d wanted and worked toward for so long, she was hard pressed remembering a time before it, before Creed.

Creed
.

Her head snapped up as if he’d called her name. She jerked forward, making Layla moan, and she grabbed her ass to keep her from moving side to side as she pressed further inside.

Creed stared.

Not at Layla.

Not at Boomer and Meghan right beneath him on the other side of the bars.

At her.

The grip he had on the wire mesh as his glare bored into her made her shake and dig her nails into Layla’s flesh.

And his eyes?

Electric.

Ripping her gaze away, an orgasm which hadn’t been that close, quickly rose to the surface.

She slid further inside Layla and heard her cuss.

Blinking, KC refocused on her, but Layla’s eyes were on something to the right and then she heard it.

Meghan.

Coming.

She shouted and torqued in Boomer’s arms as he held her open for all to see. His tongue on her throat then his teeth on her earlobe.

KC nodded at him and pushed the rest of the way inside Layla.

Layla groaned so loud, KC almost thought she felt it through the fake dick. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Boomer stand with Meghan. He set her on her feet to shove his pants off. He ripped Meghan’s skirt and panties from her hips, and then lifted her up against the mesh of The Cage. Face first, he made her hold onto the wire grid. Then splitting her legs wide, he gripped the wire beneath her thighs and fucked into her so hard KC heard screams of orgasm coming from the audience.

The rustle of the crowd around them fed the entire scene. The murmurs and gasps. Mumbling voices as people stood trying to get a better view.

“Please…”

KC’s gaze flipped to Creed again.

For a moment she thought she’d said it, wanting him, needing him. Her pussy and ass gripped the dildos inside her as she fucked Layla once. Twice. Hard.

“Please…”

There it was, again.

A single word made everything else fade into the background as KC looked down at Layla.

She’d half rolled onto her forehead, shaking her head back and forth. “Please… Please…” Nothing but a whisper of sound could be heard as KC fucked her deeper.

“What do you want?” KC leaned over her body. She wanted to fuck her as deep as she could, she wanted to hear her beg and she needed a few seconds away from Creed’s gaze. It was like he saw her. Not the person she showed the world, not the woman she’d grown into, but the girl he’d talked to in his office. The girl he’d let go free so many years ago.

He saw her, called to her, but she still didn’t think he knew it was her. Never let on that he did. Not once in the weeks she’d been in his facility.

His lack of memory of her both delighted and gutted her. She didn’t want to be that terrified girl any longer, but she wanted to have made some kind of impression on him since he’d made such an impression on her.

“Please…”

Layla shook beneath her, and KC grabbed a fistful of her hair to hold her steady and force her to answer. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

“To come,” she mumbled. “I need to, so bad.”

“Why do you need to come? I want to hear the reasons why.”

“You’re fucking me,” she panted.

“Where? Where am I fucking you?”

“In the ass.”

“That’s right. And do you know why I’m fucking your ass?”

“N-n-no. Why?”

KC shoved in as hard as she could, stretching her, hurting her, and Layla yelled. “Because I can.” No other reason. Nothing else needed.  She’d won the right to take her anyway she wanted. “So you want to come on my cock in your ass?”

“
Yes!
” Layla yelled as KC continued to fuck her deep.

“Can you come just by me fucking your tight hole? Or do you need something on your clit?”

“My clit. Please. I don’t think I can get there just from anal. Oh, fuck. Please.”

“Then beg for it. Loud enough everyone hears you. Beg. Me. And use my name.” KC hadn’t even finished the sentence before Layla yelled.

“Please, Spartacus. Please, let me come. Please, please, please. Spartacus. Please. I beg of you. Please.”

KC shoved in deep and ground against her ass as the woman continued to beg. Letting her fistful of hair go, Layla started shaking her head again immediately.

She loved how close the other fighter was, but she just couldn’t get there without help. Her feet and toes and hands wouldn’t stop moving. Her attempts to move, trying to flee, to get away—futile.

“Fuck, fuck,
fuuccckkkk
,” Boomer roared as he pinned Meghan to the metal cage, grinding into her, clearly filling her with his cum.

Meghan shrieked as he bit her shoulder, and then her moan filled the space as she came on his cock. Several strokes later, he pulled out, holding Meghan in place so he could watch some of his cum slide out of her and drip onto the mat.

Back up on her knees, KC withdrew all the way and took her fake cock all the way out, leaving Layla’s ass gaping wide.

“Please,” she shouted.

“Your ass is one of the nicest holes I’ve ever fucked.” KC licked three of her fingers and stuffed them in her ass, using her thumb around her clit. “You dirty whore. Your pussy’s so wet it’s dripping onto the mat. I’m gonna make you squirt, and then make you lick it up.” She thought about fucking her ass again as it closed around her fingers, but Boomer was so right. She wanted to feel every single second of making her prize come. “Then I’m going to make you lick Boomer’s cum out of Meghan’s pussy as she licks the extra off the mat. Such lucky girls.”

Every muscle twitched inside her ass. She gathered every ounce of wetness sliding along Layla’s clit and used it to get her closer and closer to throwing her over a cliff of pure debauchery.

Pulling her pointer finger out of the other fighter’s ass, she pointed the remaining two down toward the mat, down toward Layla’s g-spot.

She was so turned on, KC could feel it through the thin layer separating her pussy from her ass. Rapid fire, she pushed on it, using her thumb on the other hand to manipulate her clit.

“Oh my gawd. Oh my gawd. Please,” she shrieked.

Moisture slid from her cunt, and KC knew she needed just a little something more to push her over the edge.

Leaning forward she opened her mouth over the upturned globe of her ass and bit down. Her eyes locked with Creed as Layla screamed, and she squirted all over KC.

Delight raced to KC’s clit as she forced the other woman to squirt when she was bound, unable to stop her, unable to get away.

Pumping her fingers inside Layla’s ass she got her to come again and again.

Wetness covered KC as she repositioned her teeth and bit her again. The moisture soaked into the costume becoming a part of her story. A part of her legend.

Creed stared at her, his gaze boring into her, holding her captive as if she were the one bound before him. Two words wrecked her. Two words obliterated the walls between them. He mouthed them, and even spoken silently, they were better than she imagined them to be.

“Good. Girl.”

And that’s when KC came.

She was unstoppable. Won fight after fight. She
was
Spartacus.

For weeks Creed pitted her against fighter after fighter. All female, and she beat each and every one of them.

KC wondered if he pushed her to watch her fail. To see her be beaten so he could kick her out.

Proving him wrong with each match as she fucked the loser made her feel like a god. The look of unexpected enjoyment in his eye as she made them cum. Each of them unable to help themselves from spraying her with their pussy juice.