Last Slave Standing (20 page)

Chapter 20

Blondie, Ayesha, Jet and Cherry were booked for a show at an arena in Southern Africa and Carlo felt confident enough that all was adequately under control for him to leave Brian in charge and take just Helga with him.

“They want a Last Slave Standing challenge on the final day,” he told Brian. “And they want to hire Blondie in for it, apart from fielding her in the dressage, pursuit running and chariot racing with the other three.”

Brian was running Beast on the lunging rein, her arms were held out sideways by a thin steel yoke through the ring at the back of her collar. Every so often he flicked his whip out at the backs of her thighs to keep her high stepping prettily as she ran. He surveyed the lift of her thighs critically and the heft and sway of her breasts as she trotted.

“You going to let her go in for it?” he asked eventually.

“Don’t see why not. No one’s had a chance to practise much for it so we’re all beginners. Anyway she’ll enjoy something new.”

The journey was long and hard, after the plane trip the crates had to be transferred to a covered truck for a long drive up country. At first it was not so bad as tarmac roads prevailed but after two hours they turned off and followed a track. The dust became thick and choking and Carlo demanded they stop every half an hour to give water to the slaves who were suffering terribly in the back. Eventually they rolled the canvas sides of the truck up, took the slaves out of storage and shackled them instead to the framework that supported the canvas. There was no one around to remark on the four naked women being transported in any case. The arena itself was not one Carlo had been to, it was fairly small but well appointed. As part of the visiting team they were housed in low wooden barracks with stables out at the back. The house vet checked the slaves out as soon as they had been fed and put into their stalls. He scanned their chips and checked them out internally and externally, took samples for testing and left them to rest up before the show got underway. They had been hired in to bolster a stable owned by a Swede but which operated out of East Asia. Carlo approved of the way both stables were run, there was none of Alberto Salazar’s stylish showmanship, there was only a calm dedication to fielding a winning team. Of course the slaves were still available for hire and his four were no exception but when the first day of the show dawned, Carlo was confident it would be a good event and CSL would acquit itself as well as ever.

The chariot racing was hard and made for excellent sport for the crowd. There were no fewer than three major crashes in the opening races and the video screens had great fun replaying the collisions with helpless, naked bodies being upended and tossed into the air as their rigs came together. Carlo was a little concerned about Ayesha but on the morning of the second day she didn’t seem to be limping too badly and after being walked round on the lead rein for a while she seemed to loosen up alright. The log pulling and whip fights which took up most of the second day in the arena itself, while the slave pens provided close up thrills for those who wanted them, were well contested but by the end of the day, the Asian team was pulling clear. Its cause had been helped by Blondie and Jet amassing a total of twenty lengths between them before they were brought down in the pursuit running. Cherry had won two boxing contests and Ayesha had been put in for solo log pulling at the last minute and had won twice.

Apart from the usual welts and bruises, the slaves faced the final day in perfect condition and the finale was its usual blend of furious slave-on-slave action followed by the guards having the run of the exhausted females. Only Blondie was held back for the Last Slave Standing. Once the debris of the finale had been cleared, two rings were constructed and the agreed items for the slaves’ punishment were carried out. Carlo had been involved in the negotiations and was happy that a good show was being provided without risking his slaves sustaining any lasting harm. Beside each ring a tall rectangular whipping frame was erected and at its sides hung exactly the same number and types of clamps and pegs. Each ring had a simple trestle beside it and each ring had a frame containing an X cross with a pivot at its centre so that the slave could be whipped standing up, laid horizontal or tipped upside down, and the man working on her could decide whether she would face out or in.

Carlo himself led Blondie out when all was ready and she got her usual rapturous reception. He waved to the crowd as he led her on her tongue ring and as usual she kept as close to him as she could. Once in her ring Carlo took her to a corner and stood beside her shushing her and squeezing her breasts in the way he knew she liked and occasionally stroked her clitoris to build her excitement slowly as the final preparations were made. Blondie’s opponent was a tall African girl who was led in on a tongue ring as well, Carlo had seen her fight on the first day and knew she was tough but with black slaves, at a distance, one could seldom tell how much whip damage they had sustained. Blondie’s hide was scattered from shoulders to knees with thin welts, heavy bruises, blood speckles beneath the skin and some newly scabbing cuts while her opponent looked polished and shining in ebony perfection.

Once she was in a corner of her ring, her guard began working his hand brutally hard between her widely spread thighs and by the time the two teams of guards entered the arena she was taking his entire fist up her and was groaning with pleasure. Carlo thought it too extreme and tiring for the slave, although to any lesser a competitor than Blondie, it might have been intimidatingly casual. There were twenty men in each line but Carlo reckoned on the last six or seven going away disappointed. The owners had settled on fifteen minute rounds, so a good half of the spectacle would take place on the whipping frames. Every third round would be girl-on-girl for five minutes.

Sweat was beginning to run down between Blondie’s breasts even as the compere outlined the rules for the crowd. Then Carlo and his opposite number ducked out of the rings, the referee came to take up his station between the rings and a bell signalled the start. Carlo ran up to the owner’s box and settled himself to watch closely.

The first two men into the rings vaulted over the tops of the ropes and plunged straight in.

Blondie was fast enough to get out of the way of the initial charge and spent several minutes back pedalling around the ring, winding down the clock. In the other ring, the black girl wasn’t fast enough and in only five minutes she was pinned under her male opponent who had one arm twisted up her back and one nipple in a vice-like grip. Blondie, on the other hand, even managed a throw against her man. She sent him sprawling in the dust and reaped the reward as he came up snarling. In less than a minute she was held high above his head, one hand at her crotch, the other behind her shoulders, then she was thrown down onto the top rope face first. The rope bit into her stomach before catapulting her back up and sending her sprawling onto her back. She lay there winded for a second and blinded by the bright sun. So she never saw the man climb up the ropes in one corner and launch himself onto her prone form. It nearly knocked her senseless and her vision still hadn’t cleared by the time she found herself mounted on the X cross with the referee announcing to the crowd that she would spend seven minutes there before facing round two. Across at the other ring the black girl had been knelt with her back against the top of the trestle and her arms were tied along it. Her opponent was busily thrashing her tits. He gripped each breast hard at its root and then pounded it with a heavy strap. As Blondie glanced across she saw him pause to slip off his shorts and plunge his rampant cock into her mouth for a moment or two before resuming his tit whipping. She made a mental note to work on her tits herself in round three.

But then her attention was taken up with a fast thrashing from a coarsely braided whip that she could feel leaving some heavy bruising. She only just had time to begin to savour the pain when it stopped and the cross was tilted forwards into a horizontal plane and he sank his cock into her and used a short strap to belabour her shoulders while he fucked her. She was only just able to orgasm before the bell sounded and with a shocking suddenness he was gone, her shackles were undone and she fell onto the sand of the arena floor. Immediately the compere began to count over the PA system and the crowd joined in. She knew she only had until the count reached twenty to get back into the ring. Pushing herself up onto her shaky legs she tottered back and slipped between the ropes, ignoring the cooling semen seeping down her thighs. There was going to be a lot more where that had come from. She got a ten second respite while the black girl crawled back and then the next men were in.

Carlo watched the contest with growing pleasure. Blondie had lost none of her toughness and durability, nor was her fitness in decline. Her problems at the Salazar stable really did seem to have been a one-off. He wished Brian was here to see it too but he could download it later.

Round two saw both girls thrown clean out of the rings and put to the whips after only four minutes. This time both were fully extended inside the rectangular frames, their feet well clear of the ground, and both were subjected to clamping at labia and clitoris. The referee kept the clock stopped until each girl had taken five clamps and each was weighted. The cameras had closed in so the crowd had been able to see the toothed jaws held open and then slowly allowed to close on the engorged sexflesh. The compere had led the crowd in steadily rising whoops of delight as the steel had remorselessly sunk in.

The whips had been plied on the sweating bodies with all the energy at the men’s command as the clock ran down and they barely had time to plunge their cocks up into each vagina and spill their loads before the bell rang.

Both girls’ thighs were glistening with semen as they staggered back into one ring. But once they were there, there was only ever going to be one winner. Carlo sat back and enjoyed the sight as Blondie set about weakening her foe. The crotch hold was applied from front and rear on three occasions and on one particular occasion the unfortunate black slave came down astride the top rope.

Round four was brief for her but Blondie held out for eight minutes before being given a hard posting and then being held down easily by her frustrated opponent, as a result he barely had time to do more than give her a few choice cuts with a crop as she was bent over the trestle and wank hurriedly over her back.

Round five was similar. Carlo laughed delightedly as Blondie managed to get a body scissors on her opponent – a young man who was obviously still learning his trade – as a result she made the full fifteen minutes and was a spectator, able to get her breath back while the black girl was laid on the X frame on her back, fucked and given another tit whipping simultaneously. Round six was no more than an exhibition bout as Blondie used all her experience to continue to weaken her opponent and entertain the crowd at the same time. She used a step-over arm lock for the combined purposes of weakening the arm and using it to rub her cunt on as she straddled it. She wrapped the girl’s arms in the ropes and pulled and twisted her nipples, then wrenched her legs out, standing between them and ground her heel into her clitoris. The crowd loved it and round seven saw Blondie subdued by a much more experienced guard. But by then the black girl had already been put back on the X frame, face up on it in its horizontal position and was being mouth-fucked. She was barely able to buck her hips in response to the flogger slapping down between her spread legs and when she was released she collapsed into a heap. By the count of twenty she was only on her hands and knees. Blondie was back in her ring, hands braced on her knees.

Carlo sat forward and stared at her closely. She wiped sweat from her face and ran a hand down between her breasts – where her last opponent had shot his sperm. She was breathing hard but was clear eyed and alert. She clearly still had plenty left to give.

As the losing slave was carried off the compere’s voice boomed out over the arena and to his surprise, he was addressing him.

“Mr Suarez! How about you let us admire the one and only Blondie a bit longer? There are plenty of men still left who want to play with her! How about you let her see how much more she can take?”

The two owners in the box turned to him. It was a freebie, the games were over, the scores all tallied. It would be purely for the fun of seeing how far the great Blondie could go.

He turned to face the arena and the figure of his slave awaiting his verdict. He held out his fist and waited for silence before he stuck out his thumb and turned it down. The cheers were thunderous.

It was dusk before he finally walked out onto the sand of the arena floor, acknowledging the congratulations of the crowd. Blondie lay in a crumpled heap beside the X frame she had been tied upside down onto for her final cunt whipping. He bent down and unclipped the nipple clamps. She stirred and groaned, then he took her arm, hauled her up a little, bent again and slung her over his shoulder. Her magnificent body was coated in sperm, sweat and sand. The skin was erotically welted, bruised and lashed but she was still the undisputed Queen of the Arenas.

A day later Conor Brien pushed his chair back from his monitor and grinned up at Mark Cavanagh. Together they had been watching how the challenge had gone and how the big blonde had fared.

“Perfect! The odds will be fabulous now. Tell John to get the groom to step up the dosage and I’ll issue the challenge to Carpenter.”

Chapter 21

CSL’s e-mail had always taken an hour or two each day to wade through but with Blondie having won the first of the Last Slave Standing challenges, it now went ballistic.

Brian was reduced to deleting most of it in despair.

“Still,” Carlo said cheerfully as they surveyed the battered and welted blonde in her stall, “at least we know she’s not getting past it. She’s still got what it takes.”

As a reward for her victory, Carlo had instructed Anne Marie to give Blondie a seeing-to with the biggest dildo the stable possessed once a day for five straight days. Currently the gladiator was approaching orgasm with her legs spread carelessly wide apart and with her groom kneeling between them, ramming the dildo home with one hand and grinding her clitoris with the other.

“Yeah, but no slave can take more than two or three of those a year on top of normal arena stuff. I mean it took twelve men before she gave in.”

Carlo agreed. The image of Blondie trying to heave herself up off the arena floor for one more bout of pain and then toppling over sideways, was one that would give any trainer pause for thought.

“We’ll take our pick of challenges as they come along. And anyway, we’ve got Beast now. She’s perfect material. Anne Marie, once Blondie’s finished creaming, bring her into the dungeon and I’ll put her on the Terminator for a while.”

Brian was impressed, it was a reward indeed for the slaves to be put on the machine for a length of time that was short enough to be pleasurable rather than stressful.

It was fairly late in the evening and for himself he chose Legs. Some clamp and needle play with her lavishly convoluted labia between those long, long thighs rather appealed. There was nothing that required his attention until Raika brought Beast back from the Common Room up at the big house.

Raika glanced down at the hands that were gripped tightly in her breasts, making her smooth, coffee coloured skin bulge and overflow between the fingers. Her nipples were being squeezed and flattened mercilessly under them as they rubbed and ground the soft mounds against her ribs. The misuse was sending bright shafts of pain and pleasure into her groin which was already stuffed full of the man’s cock. She was bent forwards over a small table at the back of the enormous Common Room and like many other girls in the room, was being made use of after dinner by the members. The centre of attraction was Beast; who was being baited.

Her wrists had been raised and shackled to a chain which hung from the elaborately corniced ceiling about half way along the room and the members were indulging in what was the latest sport to sweep The Lodge. Once they realised that Beast needed whipping – or any sort of pain and submission – to the fullest extent she could endure every few days, they delighted in not doing it to her. At least not at the rate she required to get off on. She whirled and spun at the end of her chain, uttering incoherent yells and kicking in frustration at the circle of men around her. From time to time, one or two of them would lean forwards and deliver a telling strike that would make her sigh with pleasure, even as her flesh blossomed with a dark bruise. But then they stopped and Beast went mad again. Sometimes she would stop and part her legs with her back hollowed, giving the men behind her a fine view of a splendid cunt but with howls of laughter, they would refuse the invitation to flog it and in a rage of humiliation and frustration she would go back to trying to frame insults in French around her tongue ring and kick her tormentors. But even as Raika watched, the man inside her driving her thighs painfully hard against the table’s edge as he spurted into her, the men couldn’t hold out any longer against the temptation that such finely built whipping flesh offered. All of a sudden Beast began to get what she really wanted and her writhing became slowly more sensual as she soaked up the barrage of lashes that smacked into her from all sides. As Raika stood up and absent mindedly used her blouse to wipe between her legs before shrugging it on, she saw Beast deliberately hold still and thrust her chest out, inviting some hard slashes at the tempting targets her large breasts made with their iron hard, deep red nipples standing out rigidly at their tips. She made no attempt to move, even though lashes were simultaneously raining down on her back, until the fourth lash with a spiteful martinet sliced across both nipples.

Suddenly Raika felt another male hand on her bottom and turning quickly found herself looking up into Sir John’s face. He smiled down at her and ran his hand up under her skirt, stroking her thigh and squeezing her buttock.

“You’re playing your part very well my dear,” he told her. “But we must keep up appearances so I’ll have to fuck you while we talk.”

His hand suddenly came round to the front of her thighs and his finger rasped her clitoris and then slid down between her still-slicked labia.

“Lie back on the table,” he told her as his fingers pierced her and began to manipulate her insides. She did as she was told and unknotted her blouse to offer him her breasts. He began to knead one as his other hand worked inside her so insistently that she couldn’t help giving a little moan. He smiled again.

“On second thoughts, it would be more in character if you were buggered, so turn over please.”

She did so, anxious to hear what he had to say, even at the price of her backside being plundered. She looked around nervously as she felt him scoop some juice out of her cunt and smear it around her anus. No one was paying them any attention, all eyes were firmly fastened on the dancing figure of Beast who was showing no signs of tiring, even under the welter of lashes she was taking.

Raika gasped and tried to relax as she felt his massive helm press against her back entrance. She reached behind her and groped between her buttocks, pulling them open to help him in. She heard him laugh as her sphincters reluctantly gave way and he was able to slowly gain access to her innards. As always it felt to Raika as if someone had shoved a telegraph pole up her but she did her best to relax and allow him entry.

“I’ll have to be able to move easily, Raika. We want it to look authentic don’t we?” Sir John hissed, leaning down over her and pinching her right nipple hard.

She tried not to cry out at the pain and concentrated solely on allowing the huge invader deeper inside her. At last he reached full penetration and withdrew partially before thrusting in again and then he withdrew right to the entrance itself before sliding easily back in to the hilt.

“There, that’s better,” he whispered, his breath tickling the back of her neck. “Your master wants me to tell you that he is pleased with you so far. But from now on you must deliver one sachet into the blonde’s food every other day. It will just be for a few weeks and then it will all be over.”

“And then he will take me away from here?” she whispered back, her voice strained by the way he was knocking her against the table at each thrust.

“Yes, yes, of course! Oh, that’s so tight and good!” he grunted and sighed as he speared her with an especially hard lunge.

She felt him begin to rock and swivel his pelvis to better experience the feeling of her body around his cock in her tight, unnatural passage.

“Only, only. Please can you ask him if he can take someone else as well?” It took every ounce of her courage to ask and it was only the obvious pleasure he was taking in buggering her that enabled her.

She felt him freeze inside her. “What? Who for Chrissake?” His voice was harsh and her spirits sank, but she had burnt her bridges and plunged onwards.

“Doctor Sands.”

Out in the room the whips had fallen silent and instead the men were making a ‘Beast Butty’ as they called it. With her still hung from the chain, one took her from in front and the other had her in the arse. There was occasional applause as one or other of the men would finish and would break off, his place being immediately taken by another. Housegirls knelt in front of several men, making sure they were good and hard when their turn came round. Beast’s thick hair could be seen tossing every now and then and her voice would drift out over the crowd as she climaxed time after time.

“Well, well,” Sir John’s voice was quiet and amused.

Raika craned her head around and saw the doctor over by one of the great bay windows, she was fully dressed and was in conversation with Madame Stalevsky and John Carpenter. But even fully dressed she triggered Raika’s desires and she pushed back hard against Sir John, wiggling her bottom as she did so.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem. Now I’ve left the sachets under the laurel bush to the right of the archway at the back of the old stableyard, just like normal, but you must give one to her every other day. Understand? And I will tell your master that you need a…….friend taking with you.”

“Oh thank you!” Raika breathed, and moaned appreciatively as she felt Sir John begin to ram in and out of her as he prepared to spill himself inside her. She kept her eyes on Doctor Sands for every second of the time she was used.

Half an hour later with deep red bruises, welts and tramlines adorning her and with her legs, stomach and back glistening with sperm, Beast was led on her tongue leash by Raika back to the CSL stable. Docile and sleepy-eyed now that her savage appetites had been satiated, she padded after the groom down the wide staircase to the main hall, then through the below stairs corridors until they emerged in the old stableyard. Raika led her through the archway at its back and then stopped her while she felt under the unkempt laurel that stood just to the right at the start of the woods. She found the two foil packets, stowed them down the front of her blouse and then clicked her tongue and jerked the lead to urge the slave onwards. She was humming happily to herself as she gave Beast a quick towelling down for the night and then shackled her and settled her. A dim light shone from under the dungeon door and she peered in before going upstairs. Mister Brian was bending over the leather padded bench. A slave’s legs were raised and parted widely, the calves strapped into stirrups. From the length of them she realised it was Legs. As she approached she saw that he was putting the finishing touches to a complicated arrangement of heavy duty clamps and needles. Legs’ stomach was heaving as she panted, coping with the rising tides of pain and excitement as the second needle was going through the clitoral hood. The labia had been dragged well open and held there by the clamps so Raika could see the pink tunnel of the vagina oozing its thick foam as Legs responded. A deep groan came from the slave’s mouth and Raika could see the vagina flutter as a small climax tingled through the body.

Mister Brian looked up and grinned at Raika.

“Fancy having her eat you out while I give her a last tit whipping?”

She nodded happily and went to the other end of the couch where she lowered the flap that was supporting Legs’ head. Then she bunched her skirt up, straddled her legs and settled herself over the slave’s face. Obediently the tongue began to range around her whole groin area as Legs harvested copious amounts of second hand sperm from around Raika’s anus, cunt and upper thighs. Only once she was clean did Legs roll her tongue and begin to lap up into the vagina. As Brian slapped down the leathers of the flogger onto the trembling humps of the breasts and the nipples trembled backwards and forwards under the flogging, Raika felt her first orgasm of the night approach. She carefully cupped Legs’ breasts up at the sides to offer them to the whip better and she came as she looked down between the raised thighs at the clamped and pierced labia.

As the flutters and spasms subsided, she realised that she didn’t hate Mister Brian for having made her into a slut. Soon she wouldn’t be one any more, her kind master would come for her and Doctor Sands and it wouldn’t matter any more.

She backed off the slave’s face and told him that Beast was safely stabled.

“Good. Go up to my room and slip into my bed, there’s a good girl. I’ll be up in a minute when I’ve finished with this one,” he said and she went quite happily, it was the part she had to play just for a few weeks more and the reward would make everything worthwhile. Mister Brian smiled at her and patted Legs’ stomach, holding up one further needle for her to see. Legs groaned and her fingers clenched into fists but as Raika left she saw Mister Brian bend back to work at the clitoris and Legs’ cunt was flooding its thick juice even more copiously as she readied herself for the final piece of the jigsaw that would send her over the top. Mister Brian’s knowing fingers rubbed quickly at the slick nub of the clitoris and then he brought the needle to where its point just touched it. Legs’ stomach clenched and as Raika tip-toed out of the room she heard her give a long, soft cry and as she looked back her hips were trying furiously to buck as Brian drove the needle home.

In bed a few days previously the doctor had said she wanted to do something similar to Raika and as she walked quietly up to Mister Brian’s room, she knew she couldn’t wait until she too was strapped down and at her Mistress’ mercy. She called in at her own room en route to Mister Brian’s however, and hid the sachets carefully under her mattress.

“Three weeks’ time is when he wants it and already the whole internet’s buzzing.”

John Carpenter sat behind his desk and blew out a thoughtful cloud of cigar smoke. Carlo, Brian, Tony, Patti and Chrissie Sands were seated in front of him and he passed over the printout of the email.

Carlo took the first look and passed it on.

“Conor wants to put Snake up against Blondie in a Last Slave Standing challenge? Hah! Snake’s good but Blondie’ll kill her,” he said dismissively.

“Yeah!” Brian added enthusiastically. “Are we going for it then?”

“The prize money’s good. Mind you it has to be, you won’t get many betting against Blondie,” John said. “And anyway it’s public now so I don’t think we can refuse with the way Blondie performed the other day.”

“I’ll sort out a tougher training routine for her,” Doctor Sands put in.

“And we’ll all spar with her in the evenings so she’ll be used to taking on men and she’ll be as fit as we can get her,” Brian said.