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Chapter 13 The Arena
“Shit,” cried Christine as Amanda’s shoulder drove her into the rough-hewn wooden wall of the arena. Christine’s back impacted with an audible thud that could be felt all the way to the spectator’s feet in the stands above. She felt the air rush out of her lungs. Amanda was in a crouch, her shoulder at Christine’s midsection. Christine saw stars when the back of her head snapped against a plank.
“A hundred on blue,” yelled one of the women seated above watching the contest. Christine’s color was green. A large green square was painted on her bare chest and back.
Amanda’s gloved hands took a firm grip on one of the planks that made up the octagonal side of the arena. Using it for leverage, she once again slammed her shoulder into Christine’s gut causing the smaller woman’s back to crash into the wall. Her skin scraped the unfinished wood drawing blood. Sensing Christine’s helpless state, Amanda repeated the body slam a third time before stepping back to allow her to sink to her knees obviously dazed.
Deciding the fight was under her control, Amanda chose to enjoy herself and take her time finishing Christine. Like the other female gladiators, Amanda’s adrenalin was flowing and she wanted to play to the crowd’s bloodlust. Too quickly for her satisfaction she had rendered Christine helpless. Plus she’d spent hours learning how to cause an opponent the maximum amount of pain. This was her opportunity to apply the things she’d learned. The crowd wanted more.
“Go blue, beat her brains out,” screamed one of the female spectators. Watching previous fights through the crevices in the boards, the gladiators had noted it was the female spectators who appeared most animated, yelling for more blood. When Amanda looked up she saw the woman’s hand was stroking the erect cock poking out of her partner’s toga. Peter had said the spectators would have sex while viewing the combat.
“In the Circus Maximus, the men often bent their wives over the rail and sodomised them while they watched the chariots,” said Peter describing the audience’s propensity for public sex. “And in the Coliseum, there were mass rapes of reluctant females. During the course of an afternoon, a woman might be raped fifty or a hundred times.”
From the start, sex had certainly been part of the competition. When Amanda and the others first entered the arena to be viewed, she’d felt something land on her shoulder. When she looked up, she saw a spectator ejaculating over the railing. Amanda, to the crowd’s loud approval, opened her mouth to catch a few of the falling drops.
Amanda placed her foot in the center of Christine’s chest and roughly pushed her onto her back. Bending at the waist she grasped the base of Christine’s long nipples between the fingers of her kickboxing gloves. The rough leather managed to maintain its grip on the tender flesh as Amanda dragged a screaming Christine through the soft sand by her nipples. Christine had come out of her dazed state to sound a piteous cry as her heels traced a circle in the sand. She flailed her arms attempting to dislodge Amanda’s iron grip.
The crowd lustily shouted their approval. Amanda stopped in the center of the ring positioned one hand between Christine’s legs allowing her first two fingers to enter her vagina as the fingers of the other hand hooked into her nostrils. Somehow Amanda brought a protesting Christine to standing before stepping back to swing her sandal-clad foot into Christine’s sex. The force of the blow almost lifted Christine off the ground as the top of Amanda’s foot landed flush between her legs. The crowd jumped to their feet applauding the sheer brutality of the blow.
Amanda stood pointing and laughing as Christine danced about clutching her sex and screaming in pain. As Christine struggled to overcome her pain, she delivered a vicious combination to the stomach and nose dropping Christine to the ground. Drops of blood dripped out of Christine’s nose staining the white sand Peter had trucked in from a nearby beach.
“Do her tits again,” yelled a spectator.
Playing to the crowd Amanda rolled Christine onto her back and planted her right foot in the center of her chest. She bent over, grasped the base of Christine’s swollen and stretched left nipple in the thumb and forefinger of her left hand and pulled. Christine’s breast was stretched to an obscene length as the stronger Amanda brought all her strength to bear. Christie’s heels beat a tattoo on the ground as she grabbed Amanda’s wrist attempting to dislodge it.
“Rip her nips off,” yelled an enthusiastic female spectator who had exposed her own breasts.
Amanda brought her right hand around in an arc to land in the palm of her left hand knocking it free but not before creating a firestorm of agony. Christine’s nipple was locked between two of Amanda’s fingers and the force of the blow came close to ripping the flesh. Christine looked down surprised to find her nipple was still there and not in Amanda’s left hand. As the fiery pain welled up in her breast, she grabbed the offended flesh and rolled over and over shrieking.
“Shit, that made my titty hurt just watching,” said another of the female spectators exposing her breasts and pulling her nipples to mock what was happening in the arena. “Again,” urged the crowd causing Amanda to repeat the hand slap with the other breast. A near hysterical Christine writhed in the soft sand.
Amanda raised her arms in victory strutting to the cheers of the spectators. Christine had rolled to the side of the arena. Christine’s hands clutched her wounded mammaries as she lay face down in the soft warm sand. Amanda raised her gloved fists in salute to the audience. A cheer arose since most of the crowd had bet on the larger Amanda.
Amanda stepped forward to finish Christine off. A dazed Christine had used the sidewall to rise to a half kneeling position. There were thin streams of blood on both her breasts and her nipples were red and stretched. The spectators watched expectantly as Amanda prepared to deliver the winning blow. Amanda had won her earlier bouts and was looking forward to meeting out the victor’s brutal punishment to the loser. She walked slowly to where she stood over Christine her naked sex inches from Christine’s face.
“Time to end this,” said Amanda drawing back her fist to smash Christine’s face.
“Suck it up, girl,” whispered Christine summoning the last of her strength to deliver an uppercut that landed squarely on Amanda’s sex. There was the sound of a loud smack as the hard leather glove landed dead center on Amanda’s sweat covered vagina. Christine actually felt Amanda’s clitoris flatten against her pubic bone. Perspiration from Amanda’s sex splattered in her face.
Amanda’s face changed instantly from a proud victor to one in extreme pain. Her swagger disappeared as both gloved hands flew to her crotch. She staggered backward several steps struggling to stay upright. Her face displayed her acute agony.
“Right in the cunt, fifty on green,” yelled someone. “Green’s not done.”
Christine grabbed the side of the arena to pull herself to her feet. Ignoring the blood dripping from her nose and knowing she had to move quickly, she took three steps and put her hand on Amanda’s shoulder to spin her around. Amanda managed a clumsy roundhouse swing as she turned. Christine stepped under Amanda’s arm to slam her fist into her solar plexus. Christine’s shoulder was behind the blow. Her fist sunk deep snapping Amanda’s diaphragm into a violent exhale. Now, it was Amanda’s turn to fall to her knees gasping for breath.
Christine’s fist landed on the side of Amanda’s jaw causing her head to snap to the side. A mouthful of blood splattered the sand. Christine delivered two more hammer blows to the side of Amanda’s head then a third cracking her nose. With the last of her strength, Christine grabbed Amanda’s head in her hands as she brought her knee to the woman’s chin. There was the loud crack of bone on bone. The top of Christine’s knee went numb. Amanda collapsed to the hot sand and lay still. It was over. Christine had won.
***
A female gladiator fight followed by a Roman orgy was the finale of the boot camp role-play events. It was also the most elaborately staged and brutal. The day after the fight, Christine and the others would leave and a new class of eight would arrive the following day.
When Christine looked in the mirror in the free weight training facility, she could tell without referring to the chart containing her Goal Weight, Body Mass Index or her Fat to Muscle Ratio she had achieved her fitness goals and more. Most of the muscle gain had been in her shoulders and arms. Her abdominal wall was slightly concave with defined muscles. Her weight was seven pounds lighter than when she first had met Maurice. Her cardio-vascular condition allowed her to easily run two miles at a fast pace then return to a normal pulse rate in a matter of minutes.
The Tantric classes had greatly added to her capacity to orgasm. It had also taught her to control and focus her sex drive. No longer did she feel driven to feed any available cock to the mouth between her legs.
Half way through boot camp, the women were introduced to kickboxing. Kurt, a well-regarded competitor and instructor, taught the daily ninety-minute class. The women learned to overcome their innate reluctance to physical combat. Christine discovered that slamming her fists into a body bag and on occasion another female was the best stress reliever she had ever encountered.
Three days before the end of boot camp, the women were taken to the arena where Peter described the upcoming event. It was almost noon when the trainers ushered the women into the octagonal wooden structure.
“Three days from now, your boot camp experience will come to an end here in this arena. There will be roughly a hundred spectators in the stands, most of whom have previously attended one of these events. At the start, the eight of you will walk into the arena to be viewed by the crowd. Your color will be painted on your bare chest and back. You’ll be wearing only these,” said Peter as he held up a pair of sandals and boxing gloves.
“We don’t wear any clothes,” asked a surprised Cynthia?
“Why not? Gladiators in ancient Rome fought nude,” said Peter.
Amanda was incredulous. “The last movie I saw they were wearing leather skirts.”
“Hollywood couldn’t very well show you an actor striding into the arena with his penis dangling; but it’s a historical fact. Roman gladiators fought with their privates exposed to the mob. Fighting nude with the possibility of having your cock and balls hacked off had crowd appeal. Any gladiator who lost his nerve and refused to fight was castrated before he was executed. The last thing he saw was his manhood being tossed into the stands,” said Peter.
“The females in the crowd must have enjoyed the show,” said Christine. “I wonder if there was a correlation between the size of the member and success in combat.”
“I doubt it but Roman noblewomen often paid handsomely to spend the night in the cell of a successful and well-endowed gladiator. Become pregnant by a champion was considered a very enviable thing even though they were slaves,” said Peter. “Husbands encouraged their wives to be seeded by such men. They eagerly adopted any off spring.”
“So this is where we apply the skills we learned in kickboxing class,” asked Deirdre looking around the wooden structure?
“Yes, other than to teach you the art of self defense so the next time someone leaps out of the bushes to rape you, you kick him in the family jewels,” said Peter.
“If the family jewels are heirloom quality, I’ll let him fuck me first then smash his balls,” said Amanda.
“Explain the contest,” said Christine excited at the prospect of the competition.
“Fifty couples have accepted my invitation and paid the fee so there will be a good crowd,” said Peter.
“But nothing like the hundred thousand they packed into the Circus Maximus,” said Laurie.
“Not hardly, one hundred plus the staff and I, will be it. I suppose I could arrange a WEB cast of the event to reach a wider audience but that might embarrass everyone. However, based on past experience, they will be noisy and of course, they like to wager. It begins when the eight of you enter from that door to be introduced to the crowd. You will draw lots to determine your opponent. You fight two at a time. Everyone fights at least once. We start with eight then go to four and the final two. So the winner and runner up will fight three times. After the contest is over, we will have a sumptuous meal followed by an authentic Roman orgy. At least it will be as authentic as I can make it. There will be food, excellent wine and unbridled sex until the sun rises,” said Peter.
“What do the winners get,” asked Kay?
“Glory and the right to punish the losers,” said Peter.
“What happens to the losers,” asked Cynthia?
“Public flogging by the trainers and sexual humiliation by the victor that should serve as an incentive to win.”
***
An out of breath and bleeding Christine leaned forward with her hand on her knees watching as the trainers wheeled in the third round punishment stock and positioned it in the center of the arena. It was different from the one used in her earlier two competitions.
“Here, good job,” said Ahmad handing her two bottles of cool sports water and smiling at her for the first time ever. He along with the other trainers was dressed in Peter’s idea of the attire of the men who worked the arena floor of the Coliseum in Rome, a short cotton skirt over a pair of leather underpants. The underpants were cut high and Christine had been amused when she saw him bend over exposing his hairy buttocks. The trainers except for Muhammad didn’t seem happy to be there in all that wickedness. Christine had learned from Amanda that Muhammad was the most relaxed about the sexual goings on at the Boot Camp.
“I don’t think he’s as religious as the others,” said Amanda.
“Religious or not, they all seem to like infidel pussy,” said Christine.
“Men are the same the world over. Show them a hot wet hole and they’ve found their one true God,” added Laurie
Christine tried to imagine what Ahmad and his fellow trainers thought of Peter’s gladiator fight and orgy. Did it demonstrate once and for all the depraved state of Western culture? Would they be tempted to join in the sex that followed? There would be plenty of available females eager for cock. Or was their contempt so great, they considered the idea of sex with the audience a terrible sin. Christine couldn’t fathom Ahmad’s true feelings.
He and Christine had engaged in some form of furtive sexual intercourse almost every day of boot camp, often more than once between breakfast and lights out. She referred to it as her daily quickie. It had begun as strictly oral, a blowjob in the latrine or behind a building. Later, he had changed to vaginal intercourse and ultimately anal intercourse.
The fact it included some form of physical degradation made it something Christine looked forward to. The day before had been the worst or the best depending on your point of view. After an hour of calisthenics in the mid morning sun, he followed her into the portable latrine located at the side of the open field. It was a hot humid day and the women had consumed several liters of water to stay hydrated. She was dripping sweat when she sat down on the plastic seat. The smell of rotting sewerage filled the stifling oven-like space. That day had been the same as usual. As soon as Muhammad announced a break, the trainers lead the women away for sex.
“I have to pee,” said Christine walking toward one of the latrines.
Ahmad didn’t say a word as he followed a few steps behind.
The trainers and the women quickly left the field. Few if any words were exchanged. When the women compared notes, they found the acts were performed in a similar fashion.
“Rashid makes me kneel before him like I’m some sort of slave,” said Marilyn. “I have to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. At first he just rests his cock on it like it’s a pillow. Then he puts his hands on the sides of my head and begins to slowly skull fuck me. It’s weird.”
“You are his sex slave,” said Kay. “I think Tariq is praying to Allah while I suck his cock. At least it sounds like he’s praying.”
“Prostitutes get more words out of their johns than I get from Ahmad,” said Christine.
“Muhammad curses me, at least I think he’s cursing,” said Amanda. “Maybe it’s just Arabic for suck that dick, Christian whore.”
“We are whores to them and they hate the fact they desire us and can’t resist the sin of having sex with us,” said Kay. “Sellim slaps me after I swallow him. Most men appreciate a girl who doesn’t spit it out.”
“I have Ahmad’s semen in my rectum. See,” said Christine that night in the shower as she bent over and contracted her abdomen forcing a thin stream of semen to dribble out of her asshole.
“Me too, here’s Rashid’s,” said Marilyn imitating Christine. “Behind the Weight Room, I sucked Rashid’s cock, fucked him and got my shit stirred. I guess that’s progress.”
It turned out all the women had been subjected to anal intercourse for the first time on the same day.
“There is a method to their madness,” said Christine. “They must get together and decide what particular orifice is next. I wonder how today got to be butt fuck day.”
“Maybe it’s national sodomy day in Iraq,” said Marilyn.
Christine wondered whether her last time with Ahmad would hold any surprises. She pushed her sweat-drenched spandex shorts down then lifted her sports bra to allow him access to her breasts although he rarely touched them. Her bare bottom had barely touched the plastic seat before his cock was pressing against her lips. She’d hoped he would take her to the same place as yesterday, several yards into the woods where it was cooler and she could rest on her knees and elbows while he took her dog style. At least, it was in the open air and away from the smell of the latrines.
She opened her mouth and used her lips to push back the foreskin as she probed his piss hole with the tip of her tongue. Ahmad’s loose scrotum allowed his testicles to hang several inches below his cock. Christine wondered if that was natural or the result of wearing a ball stretcher. His ball sack was large and roomy reminding her of Maurice’s. She took each gonad in her hand, pulled downward, and twisted.
“Yes,” he hissed as Christine applied sufficient pressure to cause him a slight amount of pain. She’d learned through experience he wanted her to hurt him. The discomfort of having his balls twisted made up for the sin of having sex with an infidel whore. He was sweating profusely as he slowly moved his hips thrusting into her mouth. One hand took its usual position at the back of her skull while the other wrapped around her breasts twisting the globe as he dugs his fingers into the soft flesh. Pain was very much a part of their having sex.
“Oh yes, hurt my tits,” she responded when he flatted her nipples with his strong fingers pressing his nails into the flesh to form a blood-rimmed haft moon.
Needing to empty her bladder, she added the sound and aroma of her urine to the confined space. Ahmad muttered in Arabic as Christine’s mouth brought him to erection.
“Turn and get on your knees, whore of the infidel,” said Ahmad moving his hips forward to embed his cock in Christine’s throat. A phase of Christine’s Tantric training had involved suppression of the gag reflex while a man’s cock was in your throat. Christine squeezed her throat muscles pressing Ahmad’s cockhead.
Moments later, Christine’s elbows were resting on commode seat as Ahmad crouched behind her. She felt the blunt head of his hard cock seeking her opening. She wiggled her hips slightly to aid his search, anxious to have him inside her.
“Whore,” whispered Ahmad delivering a loud stinging slap to her backside. Her desire for sex damned her in his eyes.
“Fuck you, fuck me, yes, I am a cocksucking whore who wants your dirty Arab dick inside my pussy, Ahmad. Slap me again. I love it when you slap me,” said Christine flexing her spine to offer him her buttocks. Ahmad delivered several harder slaps to her flank.
“Yes, that’s it,” hissed Christine responding to the pain. It encouraged Christine to reach between her legs and take his cock in her hands and rub it over the valley of her sex as she moaned.
“You filthy infidel slut,” said Ahmad delivering two hard slaps to her rear. If you were my sister I would not hesitate to kill you and throw your body in the garbage.”
“Oh yes, fuck me to death, hit me harder,” said Christine moaning loudly as his cock slipped into her opening. She titled her pelvis to aid his entry as she pushed back to slide more of him inside her.
They settled into a rhythm for a few minutes. Ahmad was holding her hips driving his cock into her hole. The sound of wet bodies slapping together filled the latrine.
Christine reached between her legs to rub her clit. She orgasmed the instant her fingers touched her clitoris. Totally focused, the muscles lining her vagina contracted informing Ahmad that once again the Godless infidel whore had achieved the first orgasm. Ahmad’s anger overflowed as his cock felt the pressure from the convulsing flesh.
“Is there no end to your filth,” asked Ahmad grasping Christine’s hair and pulling her head back to where the tendons in her neck stood out and she yelled in pain?
“That’s right. Hurt me, fuck me in the ass, Ahmad,” begged Christine. “The Prophet wills it.”
“Whore of Satan,” was all Ahmad could manage as he struggled to his feet coming into a crouch over Christine’s rear.
Christine heard the sound and felt the impact of his spit landing on her anus. His strong hands clutched her buttocks separating them as he placed his thumbs in her butt hole, stretched it painfully open and spit again. She felt the slimy fluid slip down the walls of her rectum.
“I love it,” said Christine as she felt the hard cock head push past her sphincter and travel through her rectum. It was a quick descent with no time for her anus to accommodate the intruder. “Oh it hurts so good,” murmured Christine experiencing the pleasure of having her bowels painfully stretched.
Ahmad placed one hand on the back of Christine’s head and pushed her face down into the dark hole below the latrine seat. “Breathe your own shit,” said Ahmad.
The stench was overpowering but Christine could not move. She struggled and succeeded in getting one hand on her clit. Overcome by the smell and reacting to the sensation of Ahmad’s cock ramming repeatedly into her rectum, she reached an elevated orgasmic state as Ahmad released his semen deep into her bowels. He continued to spasm as he spurted semen choosing to leave his cock in place until it softened and popped out.
Christine covered in perspiration slid to the floor leaving her upper body resting on the commode stool. Ahmad’s hand embedded itself in her sweat-drenched hair turning her to face him. She smiled as she opened her mouth and stuck out her flattened tongue. Sucking a slime covered cock withdrawn seconds before from her ass was a form of degradation Christine and the others craved.
“Lick your filth from me,” said Ahmad placing his cock on her tongue.
Christine ignored the taste and smell as her lips and tongue caressed the softening penis.
“More,” she said grabbing his arm when he turned to leave. Once again, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. Sweat dripped off the tip of his nose onto her face. The rattle in his throat signaled he was gathering his sputum. A large bubble of warm spit appeared on his lips, hesitated for a second then dropped. He left immediately.
Holding the substance on her tongue, Christine resumed masturbating until she experienced another seemingly never-ending orgasmic wave.
That night it was after lights out Christine made an observation to the others. “I’m going to miss the love that Ahmad and I have shared.”
“It has been incredibly erotic in an insane kinky sort of way. Where else can you get fucked every day by a man who loathes and despises you,” said Laurie.
“Who makes you lick clean his cock after he fucks you in the ass,” said Marilyn.
“Who leaves a gob of fresh spit on your tongue as a keepsake,” said Kay.
“Who calls you a filthy infidel slut and a whore of Satan and even worse in Arabic,” said Deirdre.
“My husband and I have all that except for the fucking,” said Marilyn causing everyone to laugh.
***
“Congratulations on your victory. I won over three hundred dollars from the others,” said Ahmad buckling a three inch wide belt around Christine’s waist. After a victory walk around the perimeter of the arena, Ahmad had escorted her back to the staging area where he set about preparing her to punish Amanda. The buckle was in back and she found herself aroused by the feeling of his hands on her rear.
Out in the arena a moaning and still unconscious Amanda was being tightly restrained to the punishment bench two of the trainers had wheeled to the center of the arena. The bench was dubbed the ‘cow’. The name was apt because the woman’s position somewhat resembled that of a cow. Amanda was draped face down over the skeletal frame. Her legs were strapped to a cross member that extended them at almost a ninety degree angle from her torso. Her arms were strapped to the cow’s front legs. Her breasts even hung down like a cow’s udders. A chin support held her head upright forcing her to look straight ahead.
Amanda started to wake when Muhammad attached pressure clamps to her downward pointing breasts then allowed the two pound weights attached to the clamps to drop. Rashid brought her to full consciousness by pouring a bottle of cold water over her head. Amanda began to whimper when she realized her position.
“I got lucky,” said Christine between sips of the cool water that was restoring her spirits.
“We must hurry,” said Ahmad attaching straps to the belt that circled her thighs. “Muhammad has begun. ”
Christine heard the sound of a whip landing on bare flesh followed by Amanda’s loud scream. The sound of the whip and its accompanying scream took on a regular rhythm as Christine prepared herself.
“Those are huge,” said Christine watching Ahmad fit a long flexible anal dildo to the top of her pubic region then a thick rigid vaginal dildo below. “God I’ll kill her.”
“No, she will not die but she will suffer,” said Ahmad. “I have seen this before. The pain will be very great but she will not be harmed.”
“This is far more than I did to Deirdre or Laurie,” said Christine noting the curved and rough surface of the vaginal dildo.
“That is Peter’s intent. The punishment of the loser becomes worse at each stage,” said Ahmad placing the bull’s head on Christine’s shoulders.
“How many lashes does Amanda get from Muhammad,” asked Christine?
“Thirty, her back will be bleeding when you mount her. Smear your body with her blood. Peter said it would please the spectators.”
***
Deirdre had been her first opponent and the easiest victory. Seconds after Peter signaled for the combat to begin, the top of Christine’s foot had landed hard on Deirdre’s sex almost lifting the woman off the ground. Deirdre danced around in pain both hands attempting to comfort her protesting clit. She proved defenseless to Christine’s quick follow up to her chin. Christine grabbed her arm and spun her into the wall where she landed with a thud before sliding slowly to the ground. Christine was on her in a flash.
Deirdre’s hair proved a useful handle to bring her to her feet for a series of punches to the rib cage. Deirdre collapsed to the sand only to once again be brought to standing by Christine’s grip on her curls. Another vicious kick to the groin left Deirdre twitching face down in the sand.
“Submit,” demanded Christine bending Deirdre’s arm behind her back as she used her hair for a handle. Deirdre signaled her surrender to Muhammad the referee.
While Christine circled the ring in victory, Sellim and Rashid wheeled a large wooden turntable into the center of the ring. Muhammad and Ahmad placed adjustable rings around the base of Deirdre’s breasts and closed them causing her breasts to swell into round red balls in a matter of seconds.
Balloon tits said Christine to herself as she stood sipping from a bottle of water. Christine was no stranger to that particular form of breast torture. Sadists whose specialty was causing breast pain preferred to first constrict the mammary causing it to swell into a round shape. As Deirdre’s breast expanded, the veins and arteries became visible.
Deirdre was restrained on her back to the turntable in the spread eagle position. Rashid and Sellim appeared each carrying a nasty looking flogger. They looked to Peter awaiting his signal.
“Mercy,” cried Deirdre aware that in moments she would be in horrible agony.
Peter stuck his hand out, hesitated then turned his thumb down. Immediately, the flogging began. Thin rivulets of blood appeared on Deirdre’s breasts. The erotic nature of the tableau in the arena was undeniable. Deirdre begged for mercy between screams. Lust and depravity shone on every face as the floggers turned Deirdre’s breasts into angry centers of intense pain. Several of the spectator couples were having sex as they watched Deirdre’s flogging. When it ended, Christine was brought forward to squat over the prone Deirdre.
“Eat your victor’s pussy or we’ll whip the flesh off your tits,” threatened Muhammad.
Rashid slowly rotated the turntable as Deirdre applied her mouth to a squatting Christine’s sex. Her sense of victory complemented by the eroticism of having her sex licked before a crowd brought Christine to a strong climax. She rubbed her wet cunt over Deirdre’s face coating it with her secretions.
***
Laurie was Christie’s opponent for the second round. She had defeated Kay quickly with a vicious upper cut in the first round. Kay’s eyes had rolled up in her head as she fell slowly to the ground. Christine had watched through a crack in the boards at the savage pummeling Kay had absorbed. Not content with merely winning, Laurie gave Kay a brutal beating that focused on her breasts and vagina.
This is bringing out the savage beast in us realized Christine as Laurie repeatedly kicked a helpless Kay. Laurie turned Kay on her side, placed the heel of her sandal on the side of Kay’s breast and ground the wailing woman’s mammary into the sand before ending with a stomp that landed the sandal’s hard heel on the end of the breast. The crowd applauded wildly as Kay rolled in the sand begging Laurie not to hurt her any more.
And when it was Laurie’s turn to receive oral sex from a prostrate Kay whose breasts were swollen and bruised, she grabbed the flogger from Rashid. As the turntable slowly rotated, Laurie landed painful blows on Kay’s sex encouraging her to lick harder. The onlookers loudly approved her additional spontaneous punishment of her defeated opponent.
Fast and agile, Laurie proved more difficult than Deirdre landing several blows before Christine’s foot crashed into her jaw knocking her cold. Christine and Laurie’s match was the first of the second round. As Peter had stated, the savagery of the loser’s punishment increased each round.
Christine stood with Ahmad as a X-cross was wheeled into the arena. Muhammad and Sellim picked up Laurie and with the help of Rashid suspended Laurie upside down with her legs spread in a wide V. The top of the cross was adjustable and the men forced her legs into what must have been an incredibly painful position. The strain of the extended split was evidenced by the visible tension of the tendons in her inner thighs.
Playing to the crowd, Muhammad took two large brass colored clamps and allowed them to snap together to demonstrate the force they would apply. Laurie’s nipples began dripping blood as soon as Muhammad attached sharp saw-toothed clamps. The clamps were connected to iron weights pulling the over stretched bleeding flesh toward the earth.
“Vicious,” whispered Christine her hand stroking her sex as Rashid and Sellim buckled leather bands around Laurie upper thighs. The crowd watched in rapt silence as the men inserted large fishhooks in both sides of her labia major then connected them by elastic cords to the thigh bands. A collective roar of approval sounded from the crowd when the men stepped aside to reveal how the hooks spread Laurie open.
“Magnificent,” muttered one of the male spectators near Christine.
They’re spreading her open to flog her sex realized Christine as Ahmad fastened a harness to her waist and thighs. The tight fitting harness held an evil looking punishment dildo rigidly in place. The dildo was covered in hard rubber nodules. Over her pubic bone there was a spine-covered area for the victim’s clit. Christine had seen strap on dildos like the one she was wearing for sale in the S&M shops in Paris. There were intended only for those who could take pleasure from pain.
Muhammad and Sellim filled two large pails with ice and water. Sellim slowly poured his bucket of ice water on the unconscious woman bring her awake with a start. As a loud wail escaped her, Muhammad dumped the second bucket.
Laurie looked up at her stretched bleeding breasts and screamed. The weights were suspended only inches from her face. But it was when she saw Rashid approach carrying one of the heavy floggers she reacted in sheer terror.
Rashid raised the flogger in salute to the dais where Peter and several couples sat. Once again, Peter decided the punishment. At the sight of the down turned thumb the nine strands of the flogger traveled in an arc to land with a loud splat on Laurie’s most sensitive flesh. Based on the way Laurie’s body reacted and the ear-splitting scream that followed, the pain must have been off the charts. Christine found herself fantasizing that it was her pussy that was being whipped. Responding to the crowd’s desire for a show, Christine masturbated as her eyes traveled over the crowd imaging what it would have been like at the Circus Maximus being gang raped by the unruly crowd.
Laurie fainted when the count reached five and had to be revived by Muhammad dumping a handful of coarse sea salt onto her bleeding sex. Laurie’s labia were swollen to twice their normal size by the time the count reached twenty.
“No,” screamed Laurie when she saw Christine approaching with nine inches of strapon dildo dangling between her legs.
Following Ahmad’s instructions, she stepped between her legs, positioned the faux cockhead just inside Laurie’s opening and began to raise and lower herself. Laurie’s screams filled the air each time the rubber spines tore into her tortured sex.
The dildo’s spines raked the vagina walls embedding the salt crystals. Each stroke of the dildo was total agony. When Ahmad signaled she was to stop, Laurie’s sex was covered in blood. To staunch the flow, Muhammad took a large handful of salt and rubbed it into Laurie’s sex pushing the salt into her vagina. After a long series of screams the crowd thoroughly enjoyed, Laurie passed out.
They quickly removed her from the arena so the next fight could begin.
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“I can barely see, Ahmad,” said Christine attempting to look out the small eye sockets in the hollow bulls head he had placed over her.
“I will guide you to Amanda and help you mount her,” said Ahmad.
“Why a bull,” asked Christine while they were waiting for Amanda’s whipping to finish.
“Peter said the pagan Romans executed women by allowing bulls and other animals to fuck them. That was before the time of the Prophet when only evil was known to man,” said Ahmad.
“What kind of women were executed,” asked Christine?
“Criminals, child murders, women who offended the Emperor, Peter said they were put in a special stock so their sex matched the animal’s penis. Bulls, stallions, and even rare animals brought from Africa were trained as executioners. People who do not know of the Prophet and the Quran do such vile things,” said Ahmad.
“They’ve finished,” said Christine noticing that the sound of the whips and Amanda’s screams had ended.
“Wait, Muhammad will salt her wounds,” said Ahmad. “The crystals are from my country. The salt contains impurities that magnify the pain.”
An ungodly wail of pain came from the arena.
“They must hurt horribly,” said Christine.
“I have seen women and even men go made with the pain. That would be you if you had lost,” said Ahmad.
They listened in silence as Muhammad placed handfuls of sea salt on Amanda’s back and slowly massaged it into her cuts. Amanda’s screams slowly trailed off to whimpers.
“Now, they are ready for you,” said Ahmad pushing the door open.
Ahmad guided the naked Christine to a position at Amanda’s rear. Christine’s limited vision permitted her to place both hands on Amanda’s bleeding back and buttocks. She smeared the blood onto her breasts bringing a cheer from the crowd.
She felt Ahmad positioning the two dildos in her entrances. Through the tiny holes, Christine could see the tip of the enormous dildo was just inside Amanda’s sphincter.
“Here, use these to pull yourself into her,” said Ahmad placing two leather reins in Christine’s hand and looping them around her wrists.
“Please, those feel huge, no more,” pleaded Amanda.
“I will help you start,” said Ahmad placing his hands on Christine’s buttocks. Quickly and requiring an almost superhuman effort, the two dildo penetrated a screaming Amanda to their fullest.
After a few strokes, Amanda’s orifices accepted their oversized intruders. Christine slowly increased the pace until she was slamming her body against a protesting Amanda.
For a few moments, the crowd seemed mesmerized by the sight of a woman wearing the head of bull thrusting into a screaming helpless female covered in her own blood. Then a sexual frenzy was unleashed. The other six trainees appeared in the audience each wearing the head of a bull and wearing a strapon cock. Men and women pulled up their toga and bent over the rail offering their sex to any takers. By the time an exhausted Christine finished, the orgy was underway.
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