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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
* Note the drastic change in Story Codes for
Part 5 and Part 6 The Conclusion. They now are listed as: extreme, sm, snuff,
torture & nc.
Arena Fights
Part Five
Brackish water splashed her face, somewhat reviving. Another dousing poured down her flexed torso, through the wide valley of her upside-down bosom and over her elongated neck. Quamria sucked what ran over her mouth. In addition to the already foul odor, the water had the coppery taste given by blood.
The rack moved again, the uprights moving farther from her shoulders. She lifted more, groaning loudly as she did. Bits of air came in short stabs. Another blow smashed into her back ribs. Quamria cried out. The lash ripped into parted genitalia.
Her screams, higher pitched due to the severity of her bruised ribs and added trauma endured, lasted well after the crowd’s roar lowered. Eventually, Quamria’s wailing turned to muted moans. Slydus stood. Below him stood the three women shoulder-to-shoulder.
“A classic “Thumbs Up”, he said to the hopeful three, “Or, “Thumbs Down” from not just me, “he gestured around the arena, “but from all here. I will, however, say my opinion is well in favor of the jobs you three have done. Admirable.”
His nephew wanted to shrink from
site. “Surely he must be seen by someone
here. He nervously fingered his locks. What
a brute his uncle is! How he would ever live THIS one down escaped him.”
“So I give the three a hearty Thumbs Up!” The majority in the tiers echoed the governor’s sign. Smiles widen on all three women especially when their wrist shackles were removed. The threesome bowed their combined gratitude and turned toward the exit.
The arena crowd still was noisy,
but more subdued. “Dare he?Dare he? Why
not? It was his show and he could call the “shots”. Privilege did have its,
uhm, Pleasures.”
Slydus surreptitiously nodded to the awaiting archers. The first of the “freed” prisoners added an arrow shaft to her forehead. Mortally wounded, she crashed. Horrified, the other two fled to the far arena wall. The archers followed. One caught an arrow in the back. Her hands reached around to try and pull it free. Blood gushed from the wound. She also fell. The third and surviving member, the one whose task it was to operate the vertical rack, made it to the high wall until stopped by another arrow. Momentum carried her forward and her body smeared the wall as it fell. She lay in a heap where sand met stone.
“Can
he possibly top himself?” The young assistant shared shock with those
around. “And here he was, actually
related to this savage!” He looked with pity at the arena women; arrows in
three of them, one still alive and impossibly stretched on the vertical rack. “All this carnage because of his OWN uncle!”
“Take her down. First splash more water on the rebel. Perhaps that will bring her to her senses.” Slydus triumphantly retook his seat. “Her final lesson in What Not To Do is almost at hand…”
Once righted, Quamaria staggered and nearly toppled. Legs once noticed for their abundant qualities wobbled. Fortunately, there was not far to go. Knees divoted the loosely-packed sand. The officer forced thighs together making sure she faced Slydus. Exposed less to the sun, contrasting marks on her breasts shown vividly. Cuffs and shackles remained, as did the collar.
“Do you have anything to say before your days as a rebel slave come to an end?”
Quamaria saw the fallen corpses of the three who thought they tortured for their own freedom. “How can you be so cruel to your own people?” she squeaked, each tiny breath an ordeal compounded by raising her voice to be heard.
Slydus regarded the warrioress kneeling now before him and laughingly said, “Them?” He pointed to the slain three. “THESE are my people!” Great cheers from the arena horde grateful for such demonstrated magnanimity and relief that they were not the ones down on the arena floor rose in kind.
“I have nothing further to add.” Quamaria bowed her head. Water could do only so much to fight off exhaustion and ease agony.
“Then you will kindly show us another example of your celebrated strength. Remain kneeling as you are,” Slydus said as two male slaves took the warrioress’ hands and placed them in the sand. “Support your upper body with those long arms…But wait. What am I thinking?”
The sycophant wanted to shrink into
the chair. His uncle obviously had not had enough fill of this female. “What would the monster do next?”
“Let’s make this a little more interesting.”
To Be Continued…
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