Blonde Fury II
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Half way through the second day there was a studded whip duel and while the crowd settled down in the arena after a fine morning’s sport watching the log pulling, and all over the world crowds in other arenas, where giant holographic projectors, had been set up, settled down too, Brian knew something the crowd didn’t.
It didn’t matter which of them won today. There would be more duels; in pursuit running, pony racing, chariot racing, boxing… the rivalry was going to be milked until every last drop of value had been wrung from the girls. After all the hours of work with Lightning over the previous months, he knew how good she was, but he knew that Scott Holroyd knew his business too. No, they were both too good to go down easily, so whichever girl did manage to walk away from this, the other would have plenty of chances for revenge.
Beside him Martha smoothed her skirt down after she had had one of the Angels’ house slaves pleasure her after the log pulling. For his part he allowed himself to ejaculate into the mouth of the girl fellating him and nudged her out of the way with his foot while he did his flies up.
Out on the sand the two girls were being led towards the ring in the centre of the arena floor. On one giant monitor screen he could see Asil looking nervous, leading the impassive Sophie Saurez out and on the other Scott himself led the seductive Anna Chatham out.
Both girls wore a sort of steel bustier that gave their breasts and stomachs some cover, although the upper curves of the breasts were squeezed up into deliciously vulnerable cushions and their backs were bare above a thin strap that held the armour on – and which could be removed with a skilled whip strike. At their groins were chain mail thongs – just enough to take out the full venom of a strike, but not enough to offer any real protection, and of course the buttocks were naked. The forearm of their whip wielding arm had a guard on it and their shins were armoured too. They each had goggles and a small, lightweight shield. The ferocious whips they would fight with were coiled tight in their right hands, but the cameras closed in on the wide section at the end of each whip’s tail, where the sun glinted off the studs.
The girls climbed into the large ring and their seconds stood back.
Brian had never heard an arena go so deathly quiet. Even up here in the owners’ box, he could hear the girls’ feet shuffle over the sand as they tested their fighting ground. After all the months of waiting, this was it. In the cavernous silence the two girls let the whips uncoil, and the cameras took some last, lingering close ups of their superb bodies, as yet unmarked.
Brian sat forwards as the man with the starting pistol walked out onto the sand too and it seemed as if every single person in the crowd sat forwards as well, and still utter silence reigned.
It was strange that even though the decision had been taken not to try and explain to Sophie who Ace really was, it didn’t detract from the fact that while the crowds only cared about Ace versus Lightning, there was another, much older struggle going on. Through the two girls now squaring up to each other in the arena, Carlo Suarez’s and Conor Brien’s deadly rivalry which had started so long ago was moving into a second generation.
For a moment he shivered, as if someone had walked over his grave and he looked around, startled, as if Carlo might suddenly appear in the seat on his left. He smiled at his own over heated fancy and settled down again.
Down below him the starting pistol was raised and two beautiful girls prepared to give the voyeuristic crowd what it had always come to the arenas for; sex and suffering.
The pistol went off with its usual dry ‘Crack!’. Instantly the noise flooded back, beating at his ears as the arena went wild and the crowd yelled their particular fancy on. The two girls advanced towards each other grimly, and as the first hiss and smack of leather on flesh and on steel floated up from the arena, Brian smiled.
“Game on!” he thought, and this was just the start.
The End