Into The Arena

by Sean O'Kane

  Although it was late afternoon by then, the sun was still blazing and both girls were already sweating freely. Their bodies were slick and gleaming. Their hands slid over each other in a parody of lesbian love. Tara felt every curve of Cherry's body against her own and her hands roved freely, seeking a hold anywhere. Each of them tried to get a thigh between their opponent's legs and jerk it upwards. At the same time they both tried to get their hands on each others' breasts or buttocks, digging their fingers deep into the slippery swells of soft flesh. As they rolled even their sweat-matted hair entangled and frequently they glared into each others' eyes.

  But Tara was the stronger. Eventually she forced one hand down between their stomachs and grabbed at Cherry's luxuriant bush of pubic hair. Instantly the hands which had been clawing at Tara's buttocks broke their grip and she yelled as Tara twisted her own grip. With her other hand she got a handful of head hair, rolled clear, got her feet under her and dragged Cherry to her feet. She swung her around and propelled her chest first into a post. There was some padding on them but even so Tara heard the girl's breath explode from her lungs and knew she had got her. As Cherry staggered backwards, her legs spread for balance, Tara reached between them, but spurned the crotch grip. That could come later. For now she just lifted her, enjoying the soft wet feel of the sex lips against her palm. With her other hand she held the girl's shoulder and in one smooth movement lifted her high above her head, so that she was horizontal above her, her weight resting pleasingly on Tara's hand under her buttocks. From that height Cherry didn't dare wriggle too much and Tara took a couple of seconds to settle herself and straighten her arms. Then she flicked her hair clear of her face and looked around. The crowd was loving it and yelling suggestions as to what she should do next.

  Tara smiled and strutted slowly around the ring, ignoring the strain on her arms and the sweat trickling freely down her face, running down her ribs and dripping from her breasts. Above her Cherry tried to reach down and distract her by grabbing at her hair and twisting it, and kicking backwards with her heels at Tara's arm. But she refused to let herself feel anything other than the elation of having this male audience appreciate both her body and her prowess. She wanted to make them wait for her next move. Slowly she backed into a corner, feeling the guards behind her fending off eagerly questing hands, then simply hurled Cherry diagonally across the ring. The girl's training stood her in good stead and she slammed her arms and legs down to break the fall but couldn't stop herself sliding out under the bottom rope and onto the deck.

  Tara never gave it a second thought; she ran across the ring, vaulted easily over the top rope and pursued her victim. The guards had hurriedly cleared a space round the dazed Cherry and Tara was able to carry straight on as the girl staggered to her feet. This time she went for the crotch grip, sliding a thumb up between the slippery cunt lips and pressing hard between the sweat soaked buttocks until her fingers slid up into the rectum. Immediately Cherry was up on tiptoes, her hands fluttering uselessly about her own crotch and Tara's wrist. The girls were face to face and Tara could see the despair and the certainty of defeat in Cherry's eyes behind the tangled mass of hair. Frantically she shook her head, biting her lip to stop herself from begging. But Tara's blood was up and revenge was going to be sweet.

  Slowly she tightened her fingers inside the other girl, feeling the rubbery septum dividing her two channels, and then squeezed. A wordless shriek escaped Cherry and her hands clasped Tara's wrist vainly. Tara merely used her free hand to reach for a nipple and squeeze that as well, forcing Cherry's hands to try and clasp this latest hurt. Again she glanced round at the crowd, they were pushing hard at the ring of guards and she could see the thumbs down signals everywhere. Again she smiled and in one move twisted the nipple hard then let go and slammed her hand down on her other wrist, jerking her clenched thumb and fingers clear of vagina and anus.

  For a long second Cherry stood as though frozen, her mouth agape, eyes staring, her hands clasping one breast, then she began to totter forwards as the crowd yelled its approval. Tara grabbed her hair and flung her back into the ring then followed relentlessly. She knew it was all over bar the shouting, but she remembered her lessons well and played with Cherry, posting her time and again, then kneeling astride her as she lay sprawled on the mats and reaching between her legs to dig her fingers into her sodden quim and show the glistening moisture to the crowd before licking it off her fingers with relish. Twice more she tormented her with the crotch grip, letting the crowd's cheers rise to a crescendo before jerking her hand free and hearing the cheers transform into a half sympathetic, half salacious, "Ooooh!" as Cherry clenched her thighs together and slowly toppled, only to be dragged up and thrown again.

  Tara was only vaguely aware that she was nearing an orgasmic pitch of excitement herself at the display of naked slavery she was contributing to. But suddenly, as she had Cherry once again with her arms twisted behind her back and was holding her near the ropes so the men could reach out and grope at her breasts and between her legs, she caught Carlo's eye. He nodded gravely and she understood that it was time to finish things. And in truth Cherry was virtually inert by then. Tara let her go, pushed her backwards and tripped her so she fell onto her back and lay spreadeagled, panting and gasping but motionless. Casually she walked round to stand over her fallen foe's head then knelt astride it. She pushed her knees out sideways to lower herself onto the waiting, gasping, mouth, stopping at a height which would make Cherry have to reach up with her tongue so the audience could see everything. She could hear the applause and feel the lust in the air around her and when the gently probing tongue licked hesitantly at her and then found the engorged nub of her clitoris, Tara melted, sweating, panting and crying aloud into the sweetest orgasm she had ever experienced.

  Both girls were given water while Carlo informed the crew that the tariff of defeat had already been set and they would not be disappointed. He ordered Cherry to be hung by her wrists from a chain hanging from the boom of a derrick, and then he turned his attention to Tara, pulling her upright and then bending her forward over a low air vent. He immediately drove his fingers into her, making her cry out again as he parted her lips roughly and delved into her cunt which began to lubricate again and squelch greedily almost at once.

  "Flog that one until this one comes!" he called across to the two guards who stood beside the spectacularly suspended form of Cherry, whose feet were still vainly questing for the deck some four inches below them. Once again Carlo was pulling their strings, she realised. He knew how much Tara wanted to see the girl flogged as hard as she herself had been, but that meant she would have to hold out against her pleasure. However, yet again Carlo had one more trick up his sleeve.

  Tara was by now in full flood and despaired of being able to prevent herself from coming even before a single lash had been laid on Cherry, but suddenly Carlo's fingers withdrew and she gasped as she felt their dampness wiped across the puckered crater of her anus and then felt the pressure of one finger, then two against her sphincter. She groaned partly in relief, partly in further despair.

  She had been taken in her back passage several times before, but it wasn't something she enjoyed physically. It caused her considerable discomfort but she had always liked the idea that the muscular, masterful guard - whichever one it was - who was buggering her, was ignoring that and simply seeking his own pleasure inside her.

  Now it would take her longer to come, but she would still have to fight the pleasure of being used so casually by Carlo himself.

  She felt his fingers withdraw and she spread her legs a bit farther, trying to relax before she was penetrated properly, but even so she gave a strained grunt as she felt Carlo's cock slowly distend and stretch her entrance before achieving a painful entry despite the prior lubrication. He leant over her back, got a fistful of hair and hauled her head up. She realised that now she would be able to watch Cherry get her thrashing while Carlo had a good grip with which to ram himself into her. He r
eally thought of everything she reflected ruefully while she gritted her teeth and prepared to fend off an orgasm as long as she could.

  "Okay!" She heard Carlo's voice from above her and even as she watched the first lash smack across Cherry's back, making her head jerk backwards between her straining shoulders and her legs twist and twitch, she felt Carlo thrust into her.

  The spectacle was breathtakingly erotic, Tara found. The suspended girl's body was almost silhouetted against the evening sky, twisting under the lash, her hair flying and her voice crying at first and then gradually subsiding into gasps and breathless screams as she was driven deeper and deeper into the dark regions of pain and rending pleasure. And all the time Carlo thrust and withdrew inside her while she fought the rising tides of her own masochistic delight in how basely she was being used while her defeated foe suffered so beautifully. On and on it went, lash after lash, the multiple blades of the whip fanning out as they laced the helpless girl's skin. Tara was whimpering with pleasure herself but determined that Cherry should suffer every last bit as much as she had. But once again Carlo was in charge and Tara found that her endeavours had been in vain, he knew exactly how much Cherry could take and was only giving Tara the illusion that she was in any way controlling anything. He reached down, squeezing his hand between their bodies and she felt him touch her vulva. It was an almost electric shock, so sensitised was she there. All he had to do was part her lips, find her clitoris, press it and she exploded into orgasm instantly and totally helplessly.

  Two days later, when the girls were woken they could tell that at long last the ship's engines had changed their note, there was scurrying activity up on deck. For a few minutes there was one last pounding from the engines and then all was quiet. There was a faint jolt and they had docked.

  The two days which had passed since they had all fought in front of a proper audience for the first time, had not been uneventful, although they had been different. The day after the fights, practice had been the same as ever, but instead of the measured cruelty and pleasure of 'playtime' in the evening, the girls had been lined up, taken on deck and marched right to the stern of the ship where the main accommodation was. There they had been taken into a large mess room where all the crew had obviously been drinking for some time. The guards had then simply left them to the men.

  Tara had been stunned by how complete her conditioning was. Like all the others her hands were free, but like all the others she had stood in the usual position with her legs apart and her hands behind her back while the crew members had wandered amongst them making their choices and discussing the goods on offer. Although she had been aware that the guards were lounging against the bar and keeping a watchful eye on proceedings, she also knew that her training had made her more than a match for some of the men who were now pawing at her, their work-hardened hands with dirt-encrusted fingernails sliding appreciatively over her breasts and stroking down across her stomach to delve between her legs. But she remained quite still and docile, only letting out involuntary, trembling sighs as she felt some of those fingers begin to pry up between her opening labia and sample her warm depths.

  After all, wasn't this how she had always dreamed of being treated? Hadn't she always craved fearless male appreciation of her body? She heard comments about the size and generous curves of her tits, the way her bum provided good firm handfuls of flesh and how her cunt was thickly lipped and already open and weeping juices onto the fingers which explored her. Suddenly she understood and appreciated Carlo's ruthless enforcement of the silence rule. Being allowed only to utter cries and groans of pain or pleasure concentrated a girl's mind on her only role. That of female toy for use by anyone who required her. Her mind and personality were irrelevant now. She existed only as a body.

  As if to emphasise that point, no sooner had the thought occurred to her, than hard finger pads began to rub at her clitoris and she moaned aloud, abandoning all thought entirely and becoming the purely physical being the men wanted her to be.

  The crew outnumbered the girls by about two to one, but they had all night and there was no squabbling as, gradually, the first choices were made. Tara found herself pulled forward by a hand grasping her hair and she followed quite willingly, knowing that at last, every inch of her body, inside and out, which could be used by men was certainly going to be fully employed in the hours that lay ahead. Her first fuck was a simple and direct affair. The fat little man who had claimed her and who looked Greek to Tara, just dragged her over to one of the simple metal tables and pushed her torso down onto it. She managed to get her elbows and forearms down to prop herself up and avoid the sordid ashtray just below her face before looking round over her shoulder and seeing the man unbutton his shorts to reveal a thick, stubby erection jutting up from his black pubic thatch. He gave her rump a resounding smack which made her jump and squeal a little before she felt him lodge himself at her entrance and then slide easily into her.

  She didn't need the guards keeping watch on her to make her start rotating her hips and humping her back as she felt his shaft sliding backwards and forwards inside her, stroking her innermost tissues and making her clench hungrily around him. He put his hands on her hips and began to thrust in earnest, banging the fronts of her thighs uncomfortably against the metal edge of the table. Vaguely, as her own excitement increased, she was aware of the sounds of her fellow females being brought to their peaks in a chorus of moans, grunts and cries. She added her own breathless mewings as she writhed on the thick shaft inside her and suddenly felt different hands grip the heavy breasts which swung beneath her as she rocked to and fro. The Greek came before she had climaxed herself and she whimpered as she felt him grip her harder and then discharge with a loud sigh of satisfaction. But she needn't have worried, the man who had been gripping her breasts immediately went round behind her and rammed himself into the still fluttering and semen-leaking passage which was so open she hardly felt him until he began battering her in his turn. This time she was well on her way to her second climax when he spent himself inside her.

  As soon as he was out of her, her hair was grabbed again, she was dragged up, whirled around and pushed down onto her knees. She never saw the man's face, just his still semi-tumescent cock, glistening and wet with his own spend and the juices of the last girl he had taken. Tara was rapidly attaining that state which she had gradually become accustomed to over the previous weeks on occasions when several of the guards had chosen to take her. It was as if the rapid succession of orgasms caused by casual and multiple usings of her body, let off some kind of physical bomb inside her. She lost all sense of herself and simply threw her body from one thrill to the next in a haze of sexual greed.

  Now she almost lunged forward and took the cock deep into her mouth, making muffled groans of delight around it as her tongue swirled and lapped, savouring the pungently animal tastes of male and female secretions on it. And while with one hand she reached out to grasp the base of the rapidly hardening shaft and clasp it tightly, with her other she reached down and began stroking and rubbing urgently at her clitoris. She achieved a body-racking climax and clung to the base of the man's cock as she shook and melted under its force, making half-choked little grunts of ecstasy around the thick rod of flesh which now filled her mouth and began to pulse and pump as it prepared to ejaculate. Tara was still convulsing in the aftershocks of her own orgasm when the hot gushes of thick, salty sperm began to spurt from the jerking cock. But she kept her mouth glued to it and took it all down before collapsing back onto her heels, gasping for breath.

  But there was no respite for her. Once again she was pulled up and this time the anonymous male hand which groped between her legs, used the warm stickiness oozing from her cunt to lubricate her anus. Then she was back over the table while a cock drove into her rectum. Again she managed to get her forearms under her before the devastating attack on her narrower channel got fully underway, but suddenly a crushing weight fell on her back. From the other side of the table, Jet had
been pushed down onto her and was being used. Tara managed to get her arms under her again, even as she began to be rammed backwards and forwards and was able to see Jet's cunt just in front of her eyes, the labia were split wide apart by the thick pillar of maleness which invaded her and was thrusting up into her depths. She could feel the girl's hardened nipples rubbing on her back and hear her grunts and cries as she was taken. And under the sweating girl's body, her nose just inches from the pungent fragrances of the sexual congress taking place, and her eyes riveted to the spectacle, Tara desperately grabbed her own nipples and began pinching them herself while she rocked and groaned to the coarse buggering she was receiving.

  From then on the evening was a blur. But Tara could nevertheless remember that she wasn't the only girl to have been driven to a frenzy. The next day she had woken with the taste of woman juice thick on her tongue, as well as the aftertaste of sperm, and was able to relive vivid moments from the miasma. She recalled one of the other girls kneeling to lick her clitoris while she herself was taken from behind, standing with her legs wide apart. She could remember the acrid and pungent taste of Carrot's cunt as she licked her out while she herself was being taken from behind again. Carrot had been lying on her back on a table, giving muffled shrieks of ecstasy while she sucked on the cock which was filling her mouth and used one hand to masturbate another man who stood over them. He squirted his come all over both of them when he finally ejaculated. There was a confused image of herself entwined with Jet on the floor, performing a sixty nine while some of the men cheered them on. She had been entranced by how pink the girl's sex flesh had been between her darkly smooth thighs, and how sweet the milky fluids leaking from her had tasted. On the very few occasions she had ever been drunk, this was how the night before had come back to her. But this time she had been drunk on pure lust.