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Please note that the following fiction is intended for ADULT ONLY entertainment. Do not read further if you are easily offended by extreme themes, or your local community codes do not permit such suggestive material.
This fiction is intended for your use only. Any further dissemination of it must first require the author’s permission.
Thank you.
Faibhar
Arena Fights
Part Four
“You each will have two turns, “the high-pitched voice said, “With the weapons you are given. Do well… and freedom is yours.”
“So that’s why the three ignored her! Figures. Slydus and his motive opportunities.”
“You look thirsty.” Quamria blinked, from her perspective a huge shape towering above. “See if this helps.” She gulped the cool water, but struggled to swallow. She choked. Most of it ran out of the sides of her mouth, some out her nostrils. “Not too easy drinking from your position, is it?” She recognized the officer’s voice.
“You,” Slydus said to the first of the three, “get this branch; you this whip and you get to operate the rack. I suggest you with the rack begin first.”
“Here, let us get you started.” Quamria braced for more. Added rumbling tugged at her arms. Her legs further rose and parted. Tendons stretched and sockets threatened to pop. Her head hung completely upside down, only her hair brushing the small wood seat.
She saw more of the three women. From the floor of the arena they looked like giants coming right at her. Behind them, she could barely make out the high wall of the arena where she knew Slydus was. Forces pulled more and more apart. The three came closer.
“Looks like you won’t need this anymore,” said the officer. She felt fingers around her waist remove the hot metal skirt. “I think we can also loosen your hair.” The small cord holding her hair together was snipped.
The filthy, ragged hem of one of the women brushed her face as she reached for one of the two cranks. Quamria tried to prepare for what was to come, but had no idea. She heard the woman strain. The rack began to pull her again: Wider and higher she split.
Slydus elbowed his nephew whose focus seemed to be drifting. Below, long legs split. Gaping genitalia glistened, a pink cavern folding around a dark pit, one many in the arena knew led to pleasure.
“I want to share with his nephew his last night’s adventure in that particular region, and at least have him
watch the sight before him, but
wasn’t entirely sure how much the boy really cared. Regardless, today’s sight
in his opinion did inspire.” The warrioress’s ribcage expanded as her
stomach sunk. Every curve and definition dripped with one thing or another. “No doubt her sweet ass must be clenched
tightly behind her, too. So much for the kid. He was
missing quite a show…”
Quamria fought to breathe. Quartered so was unbearable. Panic shook her head. She felt her hair brushing across the wood below her. Open eyes saw dirty bare legs and tattered dress of one of the women. Behind, sand stretched to the base of the arena wall.
Another of them hefted the sturdy
branch. “She might use both hands to
swing it. She appraised the hanging blonde. Freedom would be so nice but she’d need to get through this strong one first.” She peered at the upside-down ribs.
“They looked like a good place to start. She had never broken any,
but these she might at least hurt. That ought to make a good impression to help
her own her way out the “door”.”
She gripped a gnarled end of the wood and set
her feet to swing along the front flank. “She
almost felt sorry for the girl, but then again, it was her freedom…”
Bones absorbed most of the impact from the harsh blow; the rack’s tension did not allow any movement. Quamria cried out. Immediately, her already struggling breath was drastically shortened. Any inhaling proved nearly impossible. Daggers plunged into her lungs and twisted…Her cries were cut short. Her sunken belly made rapid shallow beats.
The sick smacking sound forced the nephew look back down into the arena. “Oh my”. A quick glance at his fatuous uncle confirmed the worst. All around people were going crazy with chant after chant.
Down in the arena the one holding the branch stood back. The suspended nude tried to contort her body, but the rack pulled her so tightly she could hardly move. With morbid fascination he joined the others and watched as the woman with the whip in her hand stood behind the blonde and took aim at the center of the parted legs.
Quamria’s insides exploded. Raw terror overcame all, including the recently injured ribs. The single-tailed whip gouged deeply and fiercely into the inverted blonde’s sex.
Slydus grabbed for all of the fruit and wine in reach. Beside himself with questionable ecstasy, he felt another ejaculation-this time with no hands! He sat back down into the plush divan and stole his nephews fan. He immediately fanned his face, seeking coolness in any way possible.
“Very good for all three of you. You are halfway free. Now you know what next you need to do.” The women below nodded in understanding. His job done, Slydus further relaxed to enjoy more of the show.
To Be Continued…
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