Innocent (17 page)

It stopped, abruptly. Voqual pulled back, sperm bursting from her sex as he vacated the hole, more squeezing from her vagina as it slowly contracted back to a normal size, grease too. She collapsed, back onto the couch as he let go of her legs, her body limp, her thighs going slowly down, but still wide.

Weak, exhausted, she looked at Bulzar. Grinning back, he tugged at his cloth, which fell away, leaving him nude but for his boots. Voqual lumber away at a word, all interest lost with his sperm discharged. Bulzar came close, to take Cianna by her legs, rolling her body up, his cock prodding between her buttocks. He found her anus, and pushed, Cianna managing only a weak groan as her ring stretched to take his cock head. Holding her legs wide and high, he watched as he wedged his erection slowly up her bottom, inch by inch, until the full length was in her rectum, stretching her just short of pain.

She let it happen, panting gently as she was buggered. Even when he put his thumb to her clitoris she made no effort to resist, merely taking her breasts in her hands to feel them as he casually masturbated her. She was brought to orgasm once more, so that her anal ring contracted on his intruding penis, then again, grunting and panting in her helpless ecstasy as he buggered her. With the second orgasm he came himself, pushing his cock in and out of her straining anus with the ring still pulsing from her climax. It was done up her, deep in her rectum, before he pulled slowly out. Taking her by the hair, he thrust his dirty cock at her mouth. She took it, too far gone to care, sucking up the salty sperm along with the earthy taste of her own bottom. He kept it in, making her clean it properly, then sat back with a satisfied grunt.

Cianna rolled from the couch, onto all fours. She was dizzy with lust, vagina and anus sore and gaping, her breasts swinging heavy beneath her chest. Not really sure what she was doing, she crawled across the room, to where a great mirror covered half of one wall. Turning, she stuck up her bottom, looking back to admire the view. Everything showed, her pale buttocks, high and wide, her twins holes, red rimmed, troll sperm dribbling from one, human from the other, grease from both. Her breasts were filthy too, from where she had fondled them during the fucking, and her belly as well, the grease mixed with come in a slimy mess. Her clitoris was showing, a pale bud in the middle of the filth that coated her tuppenny, taut and urgent. Beyond, she could see Bulzar reflected, watching her, his limp cock lying across one big thigh. The troll was visible too, eating fruit, apparently indifferent to her wanton display.

Rolling onto her back, she spread her thighs to the mirror. She found her sex, flicking at the little bud. That single touch was too much, too good to resist, and she began to masturbate, all the while with her legs rolled high, watching the mess ooze from her well used holes. After a while her spare hand went under her bottom, finding her vagina, then her anus, fingers pushing into the greasy cavities. Her flesh felt loose, slimy and open, and as she watched she could see the mess squeezing out around her fingers.

On sudden impulse she let her bladder go, pee spurting out, to spray the mirror and floor. Watching it, she held back a little, to let the warm fluid trickle down between her sex lips and buttocks, into the gaping holes of her vagina and anus. As her holes filled with urine she thought of the way Yuilla peed in girls' mouths to show her victory, and how Klia sometimes masturbated as it was done to her.

As her pee ran out she snatching up a good handful of the mess from between her bottom cheeks, slapping it to her sex. Her bottom was in a pool of warm pee and slime, her clitoris burning as she rubbed, her whole body greasy and foul, providing an unutterably deliciously feeling as she came, screaming out her ecstasy with her back arched and her fingers working frantically up her filthy, aching holes.

Her challenge to Moloa accepted, Cianna found herself with a week to wait before fighting. After her defeat of Lia-Gau, odds of as little as ten to one were being offered on her, to Jelkrael's irritation, as twenty to one was more normal for the champion's opponents. Despite that he remained in high spirits, with a handsome profit from the fight at Faerdahl's Pit and the attention of the fashionable clique in the city.

Each night entertainments were held, with Cianna in constant demand. Always at his most unctuous, Jelkrael did his best to stop her being used too heavily, explaining even to Elites that it would spoil her chances against Moloa. Despite his efforts he was forced to capitulate occasionally, allowing Cianna twice to be taken back for fucking, and also to be made to lick a female Exquisite to orgasm in front of a large audience. Bulzar she saw frequently, but never alone, and with no more sexual contact than a brief suck of his cock as one among several other men.

With a full day to go before the contest, Jelkrael and she retired to the room at the Five Moons, leaving instructions that all who came for her where to be told she was elsewhere. All afternoon she lay quietly on Jelkrael's couch, thinking of the situation she was in, and how strange it was beside her home life in Boreal. In the evening she ate lightly, and retired early, only to spend much of the night staring out of the window to watch the moons swinging slowly by through the sky.

She awoke to brilliant sunlight, and Babalyn seated beside her with a tray of meat pastries and sweet jellies. Learning that it was nearly noon, she ate and prepared herself quickly, with Babalyn, Klia and even Yuilla fussing around her and doing their best to boost her confidence.

Finally Jelkrael returned from the Great Pit, declaring that Cianna was expected there within the hour. They set off, riding the open wagon, with Cianna standing naked but not collared, and proud, her head held high, no longer embarrassed at the public exposure of her body.

A thick crowd had gathered around the pit, greeting her mainly with cheers, along with a few taunts from Moloa's more ardent supporters. The building was some twice the size of any other pit she had seen, but of the same design, only with a double set of public doors, for the commonality and the nobles. Within was again familiar, with a great dim chamber underneath the stands, which were already packed, with the massive beams that supported them groaning beneath the weight.

Among the pit officials within she recognised Glaydrak, who greeted Jelkrael with a professional yet slightly condescending nod. Beyond him stood Moloa, a vast woman, nearly Cianna's height, but broader, heavy with muscle and fat, her broad, flat face showing a cruel grin. Cianna gave her a nod, which only caused the grin to twitch up at one corner. A pit official approached Jelkrael, leaving Cianna alone with the other girls.

‘Have you seen her?' Babalyn said, glancing back at Moloa. ‘She is a monster! Look at her eyes!'

‘Don't be alarmed,' Klia urged. ‘She does it to terrify her opponents. She is as human as you and I.'

‘Give her a quick victory,' Yuilla advised Babalyn. ‘Don't get her temper up, then in with the capsule and she is done!'

‘Quiet!' Klia hissed. ‘She is likely to toy with you for one round at the least, Babalyn, perhaps two, simply to warm her muscles, but if you don't resist she won't hurt you badly.'

‘Stop it, please!' Babalyn said. ‘I'm terrified as it is! Look, what's she doing?'

‘Stropping her cunt razor,' Klia answered. ‘You wouldn't want it blunt, would you?'

Babalyn frantically shook her head as Cianna put an arm around her shoulder. In Babalyn's bush of frizzy hair was the capsule, ready to be placed in her mouth before she stepped out onto the sand. Again and again they had rehearsed the manoeuvre, until Babalyn had brought the insertion to a precise art, using a capsule no larger than a pea.

‘Truly superb!' Jelkrael declared as he joined them once more. ‘Never have I known so high a gate! Even at a sixth share we would stand to make as much as in three ordinary contests, four even. With a third of the gate and Yufal's bets, I will be rich! He is in the stands, and signals odds of eight up to twelve.'

‘You are ready?' Glaydrak enquired, appearing at Jelkrael's shoulder.

‘As ready as I can hope,' Jelkrael replied.

Glaydrak nodded, stepping towards the corridor. Jelkrael followed, holding Babalyn by the hand. In the narrow mouth of the corridor, Cianna found herself shoulder to shoulder with Moloa, their flesh touching, the champion's arm as thick and solid as a man's. Pausing, Moloa looked at Cianna.

‘How old are you?' she demanded suddenly. ‘You seem little more than a girl, for all your height.'

‘Seventeen winters,' Cianna answered.

‘Seventeen?' Moloa replied. ‘Run back to your nursery, little one.'

Cianna stuck her tongue out, lost for a better response. Moloa made to reply, but Glaydrak was already on the sand, his hands lifted for silence. Cianna listened as he made a respectful address to the King and various nobles, then announced Moloa with a sweeping gesture to the corridor. Moloa stepped out, raising one massive arm to shake her fist at the audience in a gesture of utter contempt. Quickly Babalyn ducked down, then rose, winking at Cianna. Again Glaydrak spoke, announcing Babalyn, who walked out slowly, her jaw trembling. The audience cheered and laughed, many throwing coins. Glaydrak retreated, two placard girls stepped forward, made their pirouettes and once more crouched down, leaving the pit to the contestants.

Moloa flexed her arms, not even bothering to crouch. Babalyn backed away, drawing ribald comments from the crowd. Moloa came forward, walking casually, only to suddenly lash out with an open handed slap. Babalyn jumped back, squeaking, as Moloa spun on her heel, snatching. Babalyn cried out, caught by the wrist, to be dragged in, grabbed around the waist and lifted bodily, her legs kicking madly as she was upended. Laughing aloud, Moloa threw up a knee, tossed Babalyn over it, delivered a dozen hard swats to the wiggling black backside and dropped her into the sand.

Slowly Babalyn climbed to her feet, rubbing at her bottom. Moloa put out her hands, beckoning Babalyn forward, an invitation that was ignored. Instead Babalyn backed away, Moloa coming forward, great arms spread. Babalyn ducked, rolled, only for Moloa to dance back, planting a foot on Babalyn's stomach. Immediately Babalyn was gasping out her submission, but Moloa merely laughed, reached down to fondle one fat brown breast before stepping back.

Babalyn stayed down, Moloa standing over her, hands on hips. The crowd began to yell, calling on Babalyn to fight. Slowly, Babalyn pulled herself up, onto her elbow, onto all fours, only to have Moloa plant a foot on her hip and kick her over. Babalyn scrambled away, Moloa following, hand out, reaching down to slap at Babalyn's bottom, once, twice, setting the full dark flesh quivering and leaving rich purple marks.

The gong sounded, and immediately Babalyn collapsed into the sand. The placard girls ran out, holding water flasks, one going to tend to Babalyn. Refusing the water with a gesture, Babalyn pulled herself up, resting her arm on the pit wall. She was breathing hard, her skin wet with sweat and dark with bruises on her buttocks and thighs. Cianna made a sign, clenching her fist in encouragement, to which Babalyn responded with an exhausted shake of her head.

As the gong sounded once more the placard girls skipped back. Moloa came forward, cracking her knuckles with her fingers locked together. Babalyn turned, ducked low and suddenly charged. Moloa stood firm, barely moving her body, but enough to lock one great arm around Babalyn's waist. Again Babalyn was hauled squealing into the air, plump black bottom stuck out to the audience. Again she was spanked, hard, her legs kicking in desperation, her thighs and buttocks wide to show every detail of her sex and anal region.

At last Babalyn was dropped, to lie panting on the sand. Her face was streaked with tears, her lower lip pouted and trembling. Throwing a leg across Babalyn's prone body, Moloa looked down in disgust. Cianna saw the muscles of the big woman's belly twitch, and a great gush of urine spurted suddenly from the thick forest of her pubic hair, full into Babalyn's face. Babalyn's hands came up to shield her eyes. Moloa laughed redirecting the stream to urinate in Babalyn's hair, over her chest, her belly, and lastly her sex.

Babalyn was left in a pool of steaming piddle, soaked from head to toe. Again she offered submission, and again Moloa refused, reaching down to pull Babalyn up by the hair. Gripped tightly, two fat fingers were pushed into Babalyn's vagina and she was lifted, high over Moloa's head, then sent crashing to the sand in a spray of droplets of piddle and sweat. Moloa lifted her hands in triumph, stamping across to Babalyn, who once more offered submission. Moloa gave a harsh chuckle and accepted it, the signal for ringing laughter, clapping, cheers and a shower of coins from the audience.

Glaydrak stepped out, bowed briefly to the King and passed Moloa a box. Moloa took it, pushed a toe under Babalyn's body and rolled her over, face up. Cianna found her hand going to her mouth as Moloa sank down, into a squat, huge bottom poised over Babalyn's face, then in it. A roar of delight went up from the audience, which Moloa acknowledged with a wave.

Opening the box, Moloa extracted the folding razor she had been stropping earlier. Babalyn was taken by one ankle, her legs hauled wide, spreading her sex to the audience. Moloa spat, full into the curly mass of Babalyn's pubic hair, then set to work, shaving.

Cianna watched as Babalyn's sex was denuded, the thick dark hair quickly scrapped away, to leave the plump brown mound she had kissed so often naked and shiny. The main mound done, Babalyn was rolled up, to have the hair between her bottom cheeks and on her sex lips shaved away, until her whole underside was entirely nude. By then, Babalyn's sex was wet, white juice running from the hole, her nipples hard too, drawing yet more raucous comments from the crowd.

The shaving done, Moloa made an elaborate show of lighting her cigar, striking the match on Babalyn's newly shaved skin and blowing a triple smoke ring with the first puff. Beneath her, Babalyn had lain inert, allowing her body to be handled to Moloa's amusement. Now, as the big woman wiggled her bottom, Babalyn's arms came up, taking hold of Moloa's huge thighs. Cianna realised that Babalyn had began to lick, and after a moment Moloa reached down, spread her sex with two fat fingers and quite casually began to masturbate. As Moloa rubbed herself she continued to smoke, also the flick ash onto Babalyn's breasts and belly. When at last she came it was with no more than a low sigh.