Last Slave Standing

by Sean O'Kane

  It was a long evening’s work and all the time Raika concentrated on being obedient to the doctor and eventually she was rewarded by being allowed to lick and suck at the elegant little nub of her clitoris and lap at the pungent juices that seeped from her as they both listened to the Housegirl being fucked by the master.

  She wandered back to the stables in a euphoric, post-orgasmic daze and tiptoed across in front of the stalls and up the stairs. A light shone under Patti’s door and Raika crept in. Patti was sitting up in bed, naked. As Raika began to undress again she dimmed the lights and swept the quilt aside. Her legs were spread wide apart and Raika stared at her cunt and upper thighs. The pale skin had been flogged hard enough to produce a lattice work of pink stripes that stretched right up the thighs and across the vulva itself.

  “A girl’s got to do something to pass the time,” she said, grinning at Raika lasciviously. “And besides you know how much the new guy needs the practice.” She glanced down at her crotch as Raika crept towards the bed.

  “There’s still some of him up there if you want it,” she said as Raika slipped into bed and pulled the quilt back over them.

  Chapter 19

  The French girl made such a fuss in the parade ring that she had to be yoked and dragged round by two attendants, as a result she was practically given away. ‘Bambi’ on the other hand was bid for by three buyers and Carlo dropped out when the price looked as though it might affect their ability to buy the Polynesian girl. ‘Fiji’ was fought over fiercely but John gave Carlo his full backing and at a price that made her the most expensive slave CSL had ever invested in at auction, she was theirs.

  Two weeks later both had been branded and tongue ringed. Fiji had proved to be compliant and obedient in the stables and all three of the men found her a responsive and eager fuck. She appeared to be well capable of repaying the investment they had made in her as well. She was a natural performer with the whip and once the samples of the new shields for studded whip duelling arrived, Carlo needed one morning’s workout to label her as outstanding potential. She was hardy and impassive under the lash when she had to take it but fast and agile on the attack. With Ox and Trouble – as John had foreseen – she formed a powerful core for any stable to build a melee squad around. As with any new slave, she had been flogged by all the men for their pleasure after the day’s training was complete and here too she was gifted. Her skin marked only gradually, even under the most severe lash and none of them had yet found her limits. She was still capable of orgasming smoothly and with impassioned groans when the men gave in to their desires and moved in to sample the well-trained sheath of her vagina which always seemed to be hot, wet and accommodating. She seemed to be very sensitive around the breasts and her cries, together with their size and her ability to orgasm repeatedly meant she was earning her keep in the dungeons within a few days of having been branded.

  The French girl had been christened simply as ‘The Beast’ she had arrived spitting and snarling and had been put immediately into solitary confinement.

  Carlo had been anxious to get the stable as a whole back into its routine so had delegated to Brian the task of breaking her in. Tony had been left to help Carlo and to continue to practise his whipcraft on whichever of the slaves came to hand.

  Every day Brian harnessed up Purdy and drove her into the woods where the solitary confinement pits had been dug. Once there he had removed the grille that covered Beast’s pit and had hauled her out, fed her, cleaned her up and then taken her for a beating.

  Carlo’s course of treatment was simple. Keep the bitch flogged until even she couldn’t ask for more. Brian had fed her leash from her tethered hands behind her, between her legs and then had kept it up over his shoulder as he drove Purdy. With the leather pressing up at her crotch the French girl was forced into a reluctant trot behind the trap. Until she quietened down, Carlo didn’t want her disrupting the other slaves and so Brian took her out into the grounds for her beatings. As the prescription was for full body whipping, a tree branch was as good a place as any and she could twist and yell and swear to her heart’s content at the end of a rope.

  For a whole wearisome day Brian flogged her until the girl was more welt than skin but still she snarled and swore and kicked if he tried to get his hand between her legs. She spun and writhed under the whip but refused to give in. It was just as well for Brian that Purdy found the sight and sound of such continual and severe whipping so much to her taste and so provided much needed relaxation for him. Every so often he would throw down whichever whip he was using and stride across to where Purdy was hobbled. On her knees and with her ringed tongue teasing and adoring her trainer’s cock, she provided the perfect antidote to Beast’s refusal to submit.

  On the second day it rained and Brian always maintained that it was partly due to that that he was finally able to tame the beast. He huddled under his cap and pulled his waxed jacket tightly around him as Purdy, her skin gleaming in the rain and her thick hair plastering to her head and occasionally tangling in the whip cord as he encouraged her to keep her trotting speed up, pulled the soaking Beast after them. He had put a tarpaulin over her pit the previous night but even so she must have been cold and vulnerable that morning. Nevertheless she kept up her usual invective as Brian worked over her body, carefully re-igniting the fires in old welts and in the wet weather working especially hard on her breasts and nipples with a heavy flogger. The rain flew off her in sprays as the leathers smacked down and after half an hour or so Brian at last saw a change. She began to lessen her contortions and await the next lash with more composure. For the first time Brian began to take some pleasure in his work as he was able to pick his targets and best of all she eventually parted her legs. Slowly he approached her and getting a handful of hair he pulled her head back to look into her face. Her eyes were heavy lidded and calm, the pupils dilated and her mouth with its almost over-full lips hung open and relaxed. He stepped back and plied the flogger in a series of upper cuts between the thighs. Her head went back and she moaned but she made no attempt to close her legs and eventually she gave a convulsive shudder and slumped until her arms took her full weight. Brian took a short break and availed himself of Purdy again before he carried out Carlo’s final instruction. He waited until Beast was alert again and then carried on flogging her. This time he flicked in lashes with a braided lash and carried on until he drew blood.

  That night she was stabled in the horsebox and as soon as she had healed, he did it again. Carlo maintained that she needed to know that the severe floggings she thrived on could be inflicted as often as even she could wish – and it seemed to work. After the second thrashing she became biddable and took her branding and ringing with perfect behaviour. Unsurprisingly there was a waiting list for her services in the dungeons up at the big house.

  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 com
pere 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.