The Tournament (2 page)

Freckles plucked at her nipples, making them sing.
 

"That's nice," Ruby murmured, pushing her breasts into his grasp.
 

He pulled her back against his lean, flat chest. His erection fit into the crack of her ass. "I make you feel good?"
 

"Mmm." Ruby raked her nails over his thighs, covered in wiry hair. "Yes. Make me feel good."
 

He parted her pussy lips with a slick, oiled finger. "Bet you like this." He rubbed her clit. "You come easy, sweet cunt? You gonna come all over me?"
 

"If you want." Ruby knocked his hand away and replaced it with her own. She began to rub herself in tight little circles, just the way she liked it.
 

One of the three soldiers in front of her, the stiff-cocked voyeurs, looked over at her and his gaze snagged. He was young, with a scattering of pimples and thick eyebrows. He watched her rubbing herself and his hand drifted to his cock.

"You want this hot little cunt?" Freckles called at the voyeur, palming her breasts again, plumping them. "Get in line."
 

The voyeur touched the tip of his tongue to his upper lip and squeezed his cock. Ruby rolled her hips, displaying herself to the voyeur. She peeled back the hood of her clit and flicked it, closing her eyes and letting the pleasure show on her face.
 

Freckles kicked her knees apart. He held her hip with one oil-slick hand and probed her with the other, greasing her pussy lips.
 

"You gonna squeeze me tight when you come?" Freckles pushed two fingers inside of her, pumping slowly. "I'll make you cream, sweet cunt. You'll beg me for more."
 

"I'm begging you now," said Ruby. "Give me your cock. Give me your great big—"

Holy Fuck.
 

He
was
big. Big enough to send a prickle of fear up her spine. She held her breath as he worked the head of his cock into her cunt, afraid the good pain would turn bad.
 

He pushed inside with slow, controlled thrusts. Practice had made him careful, and that scared her even more.
 

"You forgot something," said Freckles. He grabbed her limp wrist and held it over her mound. "Make yourself come, sweet cunt. I want you writhing on my cock like a stuck pig."

She'd forgotten. He was so big, and she was so full. She wanted to close her eyes and go limp.
 

"Beg me," said Freckles.

"Please," Ruby begged, utterly sincere. "I want it. Oh, please."
 

He let go of her wrist and slid his grip down, so that his hand covered hers. He rubbed in a slow circle, making her masturbate herself. "Show me."

Ruby found her clit again, but she couldn't concentrate. She wanted him to use that great big cock on her. She was dying for it. Freckles caught her as she bent in half, curling around the only part of her body that mattered anymore, moaning piteously.

"You'd better not stop," Freckles warned, gripping her hips and squaring himself against her. "Because I won't."
 

He began to fuck her. He luxuriated in his size, pulling out almost all the way so that he could slam back home, making Ruby cough and gasp.
 

It was hard to care about anything but how big and good his massive cock felt moving inside her. It took concentration she didn't have to keep her finger moving in just the right way on her clit, to tease the breaking point closer. She hated her orgasm and Freckles for making her have it.
 

Then the sensation broke. Her legs turned to water. Freckles went still as her inner muscles gripped him tight.
 

Freckles squeezed her hips. "You're coming on me." His cock thickened inside of her. It was glorious, and Ruby moaned with pleasure. "I fuck you so good you come on my dick, cream all over my dick, fucking sweet cunt."
 

He fucked her into the ground. She darkened the dirt with her sweat, and she cried out from pain as much as pleasure. Her hand, limp and nerveless now, jerked against her overworked clit and sent fresh jolts of pleasure through her.

Ruby sobbed. It was too much sensation, more than she could bear.
 

"I'm coming." Freckles ground his bony hips into her ass. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum, sweet cunt."
 

His full weight settled on her briefly, suffocatingly heavy, before he withdrew with a faint pop of suction. "Good fresh cunt," he said, standing as semen dribbled onto her thighs.
 

Ruby took a deep breath. She needed a break. Fifteen minutes of quiet, to recuperate. Fuck, what if she couldn't make it to the end of the First Trial? She'd fucked two men in less than an hour, and she was already limp and exhausted.
 

"Too late," said a voice above her.

Rough hands rolled her from her stomach onto her back. A new man loomed above her, swarthy and full-lipped. Pirate, she'd call him. Pirate dropped to his knees between her legs, but he was looking at someone else.
 

She followed Pirate's gaze to the young voyeur from before, standing over her now, his balls drawn up tight to his body and his cock an angry red.
 

"I was waiting," said Voyeur.

"You waited too long," replied Pirate. He spread Ruby's limp legs into a wide vee and smiled down at her, his teeth blocky and very white. "I like it loose and sloppy," he said. "And that last asshole prepped you up just right."
 

The voyeur squatted next to her and leaned close, filling her vision with his splotchy cheeks and rosebud lips. He was young. Younger than her, she thought. This must be his first time in the tents. No wonder he'd hesitated.

"I'm going to come all over your face," said Voyeur.

"Move it," said Pirate, shoving Voyeur away. He propped himself up on one elbow as he positioned himself, then shoved his cock in with a grunt.
 

He wasn't big like Freckles, but he managed to poke at her cervix with every thrust. It didn't feel good. Ruby tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but Pirate responded by throwing her legs over his shoulders and poking her harder.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," said Voyeur, still close. "I'm going to scoop all the cum out of your cunt to grease myself up and fuck your ass."
 

Pirate said nothing, not even to grunt. He stared at her breasts, his mouth open, tongue loose and softly curled between his blocky teeth. When Ruby pinched and squeezed her own nipples, he stopped thrusting and began to grind at her. He made a faint, vulnerable noise when he came, then rolled away without a word.
 

Ruby pushed herself up into a sitting position. She was sticky and filthy and overwhelmed. It was too early to use up one of her precious baths, but a few minutes with a pitcher of water would do her a world of good.
 

A hand shoved her from behind. Ruby rocked forward, onto her elbows. Her bare ass lifted, and semen dribbled onto her thighs. Slim, dextrous fingers cupped her mound, caught the flow.
 

"Are you ready?" It was Voyeur, scooping up the cum just as he'd promised. He smeared it around her asshole and then went digging for more.
 

She'd prepared herself for anal sex that morning. She'd douched, she'd opened herself. It was important to be ready; that could count for a lot later on. Voyeur's thumb slid right into her ass, which made him so excited that he squirted out a dribble of cum.

"Oh, shit," he whined, grabbing his cock and squeezing the head, as though he could stop any more from coming out. "Oh, shit."
 

Ruby braced herself.
 

In a hurry now, Voyeur stuck his cock in as far as he could on a single thrust. He pumped awkwardly, trying to dig deeper. "Hold on," he said, angrily. "Stop moving."
 

For all the good it did him. He came before he'd got all the way inside of her.

"Worthless cunt." Voyeur shoved her into the dirt. "Just give me a minute, you'll see—"

"I think it's time you left the tent," said a calm voice from above. Ruby rolled to see the speaker. He was lean and well-muscled, with a smooth bald head and kind eyes.
 

Ruby's heart fluttered in her chest. Had she failed? She hadn't refused Voyeur, but she'd
wanted
to.

"The law says we can have them as often as we want," snapped Voyeur. "And that we can take them however we want."

"The women in the Tents are citizens," said the man with kind eyes. Helper. He dropped down to a squat, putting his head level with Voyeur's. "If you can't respect their service, you have no right to benefit from it."
 

"We're supposed to push them," insisted Voyeur. "That's the point. You think the King is going to be
respectful
—"

"I think the King knows how to use his cock," interrupted Helper, sharply. "Something you have yet to learn."
 

Voyeur flushed a deep red.

"Go," said Helper. "And if I see you in the Tents again today, I'll whip you before morning drills tomorrow."
 

Voyeur scrambled away, resentful but obedient.
 

"Thank you," said Ruby.
 

"Things get hectic in here," said Helper, combing his fingers through her hair. "Now, you need a break, don't you?"
 

Ruby nodded.

"Just sit where you are." Helper gestured for her to scoot around so that she sat with her back to his front. "A girl as beautiful as you are won't make it halfway to the pink tent. I can keep the others at bay, and I don't carry a timepiece." He massaged her neck and shoulders, smoothing away knots of tension. "Close your eyes. I'll watch out for you."
 

"Mmm." Ruby closed her eyes. "Your hands are amazing."
 

"Massage is a useful skill for a soldier." He worked his way down her back, slow and thorough. His hands were strong. "Easier to drill day after day when you aren't sore all the time."

"How interesting," Ruby murmured.

"On your back now." He helped her lie down. "I'm going to start on your feet," he explained, holding her foot in his lap and kneading her instep in a firm, rolling motion.
 

Around them, the chaos of fucking continued, but Ruby felt like she'd stumbled into an oasis of calm. Worry sighed out of her with every breath.

Helper switched to her other foot. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
 

"So good," Ruby agreed.

"Now your calves." He smoothed his palms up her shins, squeezed his way back down to her ankles, then did it again.
 

"Mmm," Ruby said, appreciatively.

Helper pummeled the thick muscles of her thighs with his fists. He spread her legs and kneaded his way up and down her inner thighs. Cool air hit her pussy lips and Ruby gasped, calmed only when Helper laid a heavy hand on her flat belly and rubbed in a slow, soothing circle.
 

And then those lovely, heavy hands were sliding up her torso, the fingers splaying wide as they met the rise of her ribcage and then closing again, as he cupped her breasts.
 

Ruby's eyes flew open.

"I'm sorry," said Helper. "I can't wait."
 

He lowered his head to suck on one pink nipple. He did that expertly, too, his tongue rough and warm, using just enough suction to make her feel it deep down.
 

Ruby tilted her hips. His eyelids drooped as he penetrated her, his cock just the right size to make Ruby feel full and good. He was so beautifully made.
 

"Do you want to kiss me?" Ruby asked.
 

He sealed his lips to hers, slipped his tongue between her teeth. They lay belly to belly, slicked with sweat and dirt. He rolled his hips and she rose to meet his thrusts, the slow warm flush of another orgasm building within her. He saw it happening and helped her along. "Like this?" he asked, shifting his angle. "Like this?"
 

She was still tingling with the aftermath when he pulled out.
 

"I want to finish in your mouth."
 

 
Ruby rose up on her knees. Helper fed her his cock, musky with her own juices and gobbed with semen. "All the way in," he urged, stroking tender fingers through her hair. His
was
big enough to make her jaw ache, but she knew he'd expect the same quality of service from her that he'd offered. She ignored the pain, relaxed, and took him down her throat.
 

Helper sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
 

Ruby set a good rhythm, bobbing on the thick bar of Helper's cock, withdrawing long enough to fill her lungs before sucking him down again. When she felt lightheaded, she licked and sucked and squeezed until the white flecks faded from her vision. She sucked his cock clean and coated it in drool, while he pet her hair and breathed harshly above her.
 

It took a long time to make him come.
 

"You've got a golden cunt," said Helper, squatting down to wipe away a bit of semen from her lips. "But your mouth could move mountains. Holy fuck."
 

Ruby smiled woozily.

Helper hooked one arm under her knees and the other around her back, then rose to his feet. "I'll get you to the break room," he said, cradling her in his arms. "You've earned it."
 

Officer had been right. By dusk, even a bath couldn't revive her. And while Ruby refused to give up before she'd earned a bead, as the day wore on many of the aspirants who'd arrived in the morning decided they couldn't take any more, and left.
 

The soldiers, on the other hand, kept arriving. Only the strategic and the greedy showed up before noon. Most arrived after dark, lustful and smelling of liquor.