Innocent (12 page)

Coins had been raining down as Klia was urinated on, and more followed as she began to lick Yuilla's sex. The act was unhurried, and staged for show, with Yuilla turning to show off, and Klia held so that her tongue was visible as she lapped. The orgasm was real though, when it came, Yuilla's thighs tightening around her victim's head as her eyes closed in bliss, her mouth wide in a silent scream. With that the crowd rose, clapping and showering coins down into the pit, until at length Jelkrael stepped out again, raising his hands for silence as Yuilla strode from the pit, with Klia crawling behind her.

Two days later they reached the town of Ioto. As before, Yufal had gone ahead, to place bets surreptitiously, to spread rumours of Yuilla's prowess and generally whip up interest in the contest. This worked, and they paraded, with Yuilla standing proud in her wagon and Klia bound at her feet, through urgent crowds. Cianna once more stood chained to a post, the subject of even more attention than Yuilla.

The pit proved to be at one side of a great square, in which the wagons were drawn up. Jelkrael was beaming as he jumped down, and giving assurances of a fine display to people in the crowd as he walked down the line of wagons. Yuilla was helped down, dragging Klia behind her, to strut proudly across to the pit. Cianna followed, Glaucum trotting beside her, her chain held in Jelkrael's hand, snarling and spitting at people around her as she had been taught. Within, the pit was identical to the one in Port Utis, with a cool dim space beneath the seating, where Yufal was waiting, along with the pit staff. Cianna sat down, glad to be out of the heat of the Makean day, watching idly as Jelkrael spoke to Yufal and the pit staff. Yufal in particular was animated, making points on his fingers and stabbing the air in emphasis. As Cianna relaxed back against a pile of sandbags, Babalyn came to join her.

‘It seems you have created something of a sensation,' Babalyn said.

‘Me?' Cianna answered. ‘I haven't even fought.'

‘No, but Yufal has had plenty to say nonetheless. His rumours have you as a cannibal girl bought from dwarven traders at vast expense. You are supposed to have been trained by the whip, like a beast. The people have never seen anyone from Kora before, and believe everything, which is helped by your teeth and your necklace. Yuilla's signature has also caused some comment, but she is spitting with jealousy, the more so because she is to lose.'

‘I have no wish to hurt her. I would rather be friends.'

‘Ha! You are to wrestle her to the ground and fuck her in front of maybe a thousand people! She will take it, and doubtless put on a good show, but she would far prefer to be the one to win.'

Cianna shrugged, lying back among the sacks and wondering if she would be able to sleep for a little. Her bruises were fading, but she felt tired after standing chained to the post for over an hour. Closing her eyes, she thought of Sulitea, and her goal, which seemed more distant than ever, then of Boreal, and of cool wind bringing the scent of pines and grass, which had become a dream before she knew it.

She woke to the boom of Jelkrael's voice, finding him standing over her, rubbing his fat hands together in glee.

‘This is too good to miss,' he declared. ‘We have a full pit, every one laden with coin! Now listen, Cianna, there is a change to the program, from which I hope to profit greatly. You are to fight Klia first, then Yuilla. For the first, use your full strength, hold nothing back. Yufal will watch the odds, and if they swing far in your favour for the second, as I suspect they will, we will reverse the outcome. Babalyn will tell you at a break, but do nothing until the fifth. Is this clear?'

‘I…' Cianna began sleepily, only for a pit official to appear.

Jelkrael quickly turned to the newcomer, greeting him warmly.

‘You are ready?' the official demanded, with an uncertain glance towards Cianna.

‘In all particulars,' Jelkrael replied. ‘Cianna, come.'

He stepped to the corridor, Babalyn following as Klia scampered across the join them. Cianna followed, yawning, to the mouth of the corridor. Babalyn stepped out onto the sand, made a pirouette and gestured to Jelkrael as he followed. He raised his hands and silence fell.

‘Men of Ioto,' he boomed, ‘and Ladies also. It is my pleasure tonight to present not one contest, but two. First, the Warrior, Klia, veteran of over a hundred combats and victor in most, a fighting girl as skilled as she is beautiful…'

He made a sweeping bow, mimicked by Babalyn. Klia stepped forward, bouncing into the pit and waving, then flaunting her bottom for the crowd. Jelkrael waited a moment, then once more raised his hands and spoke.

‘…in a combat unique, Klia is pitted against the savage Ice Cannibal, a girl taken by dwarves from her northern wastes and purchased for a most extravagant sum for your entertainment…'

Again he gave his gesture, and Cianna stepped forward, her teeth bared, feeling slightly silly, but with a knot tightening in her stomach. She came out onto the sand, blushing and grinning despite herself, and giving a formal Aeg curtsey, which felt yet sillier without any clothes. The crowd laughed, she caught a dirty look from Jelkrael. Bets began to be called out, largely on Klia.

Jelkrael withdrew, leaving Babalyn to hold up a placard and Klia sunk down into a crouch, her knees well spread and her bottom pushed out to the audience. Cianna followed suit, waiting as Babalyn made her circuit of the sand and disappeared into the corridor. Cianna waited, watching Klia and ignoring the comments on the look of her body, the shape of her bottom, the way her breasts hung or the colour of her pubic hair. Suddenly Klia came forward in an elegant pirouette, one leg extended. Cianna ducked, snatched, caught Klia's ankle and set her down hard on her bottom. The crowd laughed and Cianna danced back. From the mouth of the corridor Jelkrael gave her a pleased nod.

They engaged again, and again Klia was thrown, this time across Cianna's back, briefly spreading her legs to the audience. Bets began to go Cianna's way, cautiously, then more rapidly as for the third time they came together and Klia ended up sprawled in the sand. On the fourth pass Klia managed a hold she had not used in practise, and Cianna was briefly put into a lock, with her body bent back to flaunt her breasts. It was released, and Cianna danced away again, only for Babalyn to signal the end of the round.

The fight continued, Cianna growing more confident and more excited, the shame of her nudity completely vanished beneath the pleasure of showing off her strength. Jelkrael's instructions were forgotten, and if she adopted a lewd or silly pose it was by accident. Klia was also enervated, but clearly tiring by the time Babalyn called out the fifth round.

Jelkrael was making frantic signals from the corridor, to which Cianna nodded. Stepping forward, she wiped a stray piece of sweat soaked hair from her forehead and crouched low. Klia was watching her, breathing slowly and deeply, her mouth slightly open, drips of sweat running down her face and chest. Cianna smiled, darted forward to catch Klia's arm, ducked, rolled, snatched. Klia skipped to the side, only for Cianna's legs to scissor onto her ankle, sending her crashing to the sand.

Even as Klia bounced up Cianna was on top of her, snatching at her wrists. Klia went down, hard, and a moment later both her arms had been twisted hard into the small of her back. She kicked up, catching Cianna with her heel, tried to twist, to buck her body, all of which were ignored.

‘I submit,' Klia gasped, and her body went limp, ‘fuck me kneeling, Cianna.'

The last had been a whisper, and Cianna was grinning as she rose, showing her teeth as she lifted her hands to take the applause of the audience. A scattering of coins landed on the sand, and Babalyn was coming forward, announcing Cianna as the winner and holding out the dildo and harness.

There was a roar of approval from the crowd at the sight of the thing, and more coins showered down as Cianna strapped it into place. Klia lay face down, looking back with an expression of horror which Cianna would have sworn was real. Stepping forward, Cianna reached down, took Klia by the hair and pulled her up, forcing her to lift her bottom. The move caused fresh cheering from the crowd, along with suggestions that Klia ought to be buggered.

It was tempting, with the dark wrinkle of Klia's bumhole plainly visible and wet with sweat, but Cianna ignored them. Squatting down to ensure that as many of the audience as possible were given a view of Klia's penetration, Cianna spread the soft, dark bottom. Putting the head of the dildo to the mouth of Klia's vagina, she pushed, and watched as it slid inside. Klia moaned in misery and despair as Cianna began to fuck her, with the crowd cheering and calling out in delight.

More coins were raining down around them, on them too. Cianna kept fucking, enjoying the feel of the dildo base on her own sex. Klia's moans began to change tone, leading to yet more catcalling, until she had begun to push back onto the cock inside her. Cianna took mercy, reaching under the beaten girl's belly, to find her sex. A few deft touches to the big clitoris and Klia was there, crying out in orgasm, to the delight of the crowd.

Unsure if she could come herself in front of so many, Cianna let Klia's orgasm signal the end of the ritual humiliation. She pulled out, spun round once to show the juice smeared dildo the to crowd, curtsied and stepped proudly from the pit. Babalyn greet her with a kiss and a pat on her bottom, sending her into the back, where Jelkrael and the others waited.

‘Did I do it well?' she asked as rose to kiss her.

‘Fine, in its way,' Jelkrael said. ‘Certainly a fine fucking. Otherwise, perhaps too fast, if anything. Be wary of disappointing the crowd, always. Also, you made little display. The squat was good, with your full rear view on show, but even then you held yourself like a man. Curve your back, flaunt your buttocks, push out your breasts. Display, Cianna, this is the key!'

He slapped her bottom and strode away to talk to Yuilla and Yufal, leaving Cianna puzzled and slightly put out. Showing off was all very well, but she was already naked, which meant showing everything she had, while it seemed impossible that a race as boastful as the Makeans would expect her to do anything less than her best. She shrugged, putting it aside, and went to get water and a towel. Klia joined her as she washed, hugging her with real passion.

‘You did well,' Klia said, ‘and thank you for masturbating me. I'd give you a lick if we had the time. Perhaps after you've fought Yuilla?'

‘If you like,' Cianna replied, blushing at the compliment. ‘So we did well, you think?'

‘The crowd liked it, there was plenty of money on the sand.'

‘What of my display? Jelkrael says I don't show off enough.'

‘You don't really, but then, you have your style. Now be careful, with the next. Yuilla resents you, and though she knows she must lose, she will try and hurt you.'

Cianna nodded, glancing over to where Yuilla was warming up. Above them, the crowd where calling for more, and had begun to stamp, making the decking shiver. Yuilla met Cianna's eyes, and stood, walking forward to near the mouth of the corridor.

‘Cianna first, as victor,' Jelkrael said, beckoning. ‘Babalyn, go out. Cianna?'

Cianna crossed to him.

‘Now remember,' he instructed. ‘A spectacle. Plenty of cunt. With Klia you showed too little. Throw if Babalyn instructs.'

‘Throw?'

‘Yes.'

Cianna nodded as Jelkrael stepped forward down the corridor. Yuilla gave her a hard look, and leant close to her ear, whispering.

‘If it goes my way, you slut, you can expect more than just piss in your mouth. I'm going to shit in it. Think on that.'

Cianna made to answer, horrified by the idea and suddenly confused, uncertain if she was still supposed to win or if the fight was now fair. She made to speak, only to hear Jelkrael announcing her. She stepped out and the crowd roared, leaving her smiling and blushing, once more failing to make the display expected of her. Jelkrael gave her an insistent look and she managed to bare her teeth. Jelkrael went on, announcing Yuilla, who stepped out onto the sand, to more stamping and obscene suggestions.

Babalyn raised her placard and Cianna crouched down, pushing her uncertainty from her mind. Yuilla was facing her, her body tense, all that mattered as Cianna dropped lower, watching her opponent's eyes, the crowd now no more than a blur in the background. They circled, warily, moving gradually closer, until Yuilla's right hand came forward, her left back, only to switch, the left darting out at Cianna, to be caught, twisted, and jerked, sending her sprawling into the sand. Yuilla was face up, Cianna remembering what Jelkrael had said and briefly dipping her bottom into her opponent's face. Laughter and cheers rang out from the crowds, along with the hurried calling of bets as Cianna waited for Yuilla to rise.

Yuilla now looked angry, her fists tight as she got up to face Cianna. Poised, Cianna flapped out a hand, swung up a leg in a clumsy pirouette, dropped suddenly as Yuilla snatched for her ankle. Hurling herself forward, she caught Yuilla in the midriff, lifting her, legs splayed, high in the air and over, to crash to the sand. Again she dipped, squatting just low enough to push her bottom into Yuilla's face before the girl could get her breath back, then jumping up to curtsey to the delighted audience. Yuilla cursed, snatching at Cianna's ankle, missing, rolling quickly upright and leaping forward to catch Cianna in the side.

They went down, hard against the wall of the pit, Yuilla clawing for Cianna's face. Cianna lashed out, catching Yuilla's arm to send her spinning back, red faced with fury, spittle running from her mouth. She came in immediately, making no attempt at technique whatever, spitting curses, scratching and kicking. Cianna caught both Yuilla's wrists, holding her back, ignoring one kick, then another, to force Yuilla down by main force. Blind fury showed in the girl's face, but she could do nothing. Cianna felt a wave of elation as she drove Yuilla down into the sand, intent on forcing a submission, first round or not. Twisting suddenly, she forced Yuilla around and into an arm lock, tightening it, only for Babalyn to step out, calling the round.