Into The Arena (11 page)

Both girls were given water while Carlo informed the crew that the tariff of defeat had already been set and they would not be disappointed. He ordered Cherry to be hung by her wrists from a chain hanging from the boom of a derrick, and then he turned his attention to Tara, pulling her upright and then bending her forward over a low air vent. He immediately drove his fingers into her, making her cry out again as he parted her lips roughly and delved into her cunt which began to lubricate again and squelch greedily almost at once.

"Flog that one until this one comes!" he called across to the two guards who stood beside the spectacularly suspended form of Cherry, whose feet were still vainly questing for the deck some four inches below them. Once again Carlo was pulling their strings, she realised. He knew how much Tara wanted to see the girl flogged as hard as she herself had been, but that meant she would have to hold out against her pleasure. However, yet again Carlo had one more trick up his sleeve.

Tara was by now in full flood and despaired of being able to prevent herself from coming even before a single lash had been laid on Cherry, but suddenly Carlo's fingers withdrew and she gasped as she felt their dampness wiped across the puckered crater of her anus and then felt the pressure of one finger, then two against her sphincter. She groaned partly in relief, partly in further despair.

She had been taken in her back passage several times before, but it wasn't something she enjoyed physically. It caused her considerable discomfort but she had always liked the idea that the muscular, masterful guard - whichever one it was - who was buggering her, was ignoring that and simply seeking his own pleasure inside her.

Now it would take her longer to come, but she would still have to fight the pleasure of being used so casually by Carlo himself.

She felt his fingers withdraw and she spread her legs a bit farther, trying to relax before she was penetrated properly, but even so she gave a strained grunt as she felt Carlo's cock slowly distend and stretch her entrance before achieving a painful entry despite the prior lubrication. He leant over her back, got a fistful of hair and hauled her head up. She realised that now she would be able to watch Cherry get her thrashing while Carlo had a good grip with which to ram himself into her. He really thought of everything she reflected ruefully while she gritted her teeth and prepared to fend off an orgasm as long as she could.

"Okay!" She heard Carlo's voice from above her and even as she watched the first lash smack across Cherry's back, making her head jerk backwards between her straining shoulders and her legs twist and twitch, she felt Carlo thrust into her.

The spectacle was breathtakingly erotic, Tara found. The suspended girl's body was almost silhouetted against the evening sky, twisting under the lash, her hair flying and her voice crying at first and then gradually subsiding into gasps and breathless screams as she was driven deeper and deeper into the dark regions of pain and rending pleasure. And all the time Carlo thrust and withdrew inside her while she fought the rising tides of her own masochistic delight in how basely she was being used while her defeated foe suffered so beautifully. On and on it went, lash after lash, the multiple blades of the whip fanning out as they laced the helpless girl's skin. Tara was whimpering with pleasure herself but determined that Cherry should suffer every last bit as much as she had. But once again Carlo was in charge and Tara found that her endeavours had been in vain, he knew exactly how much Cherry could take and was only giving Tara the illusion that she was in any way controlling anything. He reached down, squeezing his hand between their bodies and she felt him touch her vulva. It was an almost electric shock, so sensitised was she there. All he had to do was part her lips, find her clitoris, press it and she exploded into orgasm instantly and totally helplessly.

Two days later, when the girls were woken they could tell that at long last the ship's engines had changed their note, there was scurrying activity up on deck. For a few minutes there was one last pounding from the engines and then all was quiet. There was a faint jolt and they had docked.

The two days which had passed since they had all fought in front of a proper audience for the first time, had not been uneventful, although they had been different. The day after the fights, practice had been the same as ever, but instead of the measured cruelty and pleasure of 'playtime' in the evening, the girls had been lined up, taken on deck and marched right to the stern of the ship where the main accommodation was. There they had been taken into a large mess room where all the crew had obviously been drinking for some time. The guards had then simply left them to the men.

Tara had been stunned by how complete her conditioning was. Like all the others her hands were free, but like all the others she had stood in the usual position with her legs apart and her hands behind her back while the crew members had wandered amongst them making their choices and discussing the goods on offer. Although she had been aware that the guards were lounging against the bar and keeping a watchful eye on proceedings, she also knew that her training had made her more than a match for some of the men who were now pawing at her, their work-hardened hands with dirt-encrusted fingernails sliding appreciatively over her breasts and stroking down across her stomach to delve between her legs. But she remained quite still and docile, only letting out involuntary, trembling sighs as she felt some of those fingers begin to pry up between her opening labia and sample her warm depths.

After all, wasn't this how she had always dreamed of being treated? Hadn't she always craved fearless male appreciation of her body? She heard comments about the size and generous curves of her tits, the way her bum provided good firm handfuls of flesh and how her cunt was thickly lipped and already open and weeping juices onto the fingers which explored her. Suddenly she understood and appreciated Carlo's ruthless enforcement of the silence rule. Being allowed only to utter cries and groans of pain or pleasure concentrated a girl's mind on her only role. That of female toy for use by anyone who required her. Her mind and personality were irrelevant now. She existed only as a body.

As if to emphasise that point, no sooner had the thought occurred to her, than hard finger pads began to rub at her clitoris and she moaned aloud, abandoning all thought entirely and becoming the purely physical being the men wanted her to be.

The crew outnumbered the girls by about two to one, but they had all night and there was no squabbling as, gradually, the first choices were made. Tara found herself pulled forward by a hand grasping her hair and she followed quite willingly, knowing that at last, every inch of her body, inside and out, which could be used by men was certainly going to be fully employed in the hours that lay ahead. Her first fuck was a simple and direct affair. The fat little man who had claimed her and who looked Greek to Tara, just dragged her over to one of the simple metal tables and pushed her torso down onto it. She managed to get her elbows and forearms down to prop herself up and avoid the sordid ashtray just below her face before looking round over her shoulder and seeing the man unbutton his shorts to reveal a thick, stubby erection jutting up from his black pubic thatch. He gave her rump a resounding smack which made her jump and squeal a little before she felt him lodge himself at her entrance and then slide easily into her.

She didn't need the guards keeping watch on her to make her start rotating her hips and humping her back as she felt his shaft sliding backwards and forwards inside her, stroking her innermost tissues and making her clench hungrily around him. He put his hands on her hips and began to thrust in earnest, banging the fronts of her thighs uncomfortably against the metal edge of the table. Vaguely, as her own excitement increased, she was aware of the sounds of her fellow females being brought to their peaks in a chorus of moans, grunts and cries. She added her own breathless mewings as she writhed on the thick shaft inside her and suddenly felt different hands grip the heavy breasts which swung beneath her as she rocked to and fro. The Greek came before she had climaxed herself and she whimpered as she felt him grip her harder and then discharge with a loud sigh of satisfaction. But she needn't have worried, the man who had been gripping her breasts immediately went round behind her and rammed himself into the still fluttering and semen-leaking passage which was so open she hardly felt him until he began battering her in his turn. This time she was well on her way to her second climax when he spent himself inside her.

As soon as he was out of her, her hair was grabbed again, she was dragged up, whirled around and pushed down onto her knees. She never saw the man's face, just his still semi-tumescent cock, glistening and wet with his own spend and the juices of the last girl he had taken. Tara was rapidly attaining that state which she had gradually become accustomed to over the previous weeks on occasions when several of the guards had chosen to take her. It was as if the rapid succession of orgasms caused by casual and multiple usings of her body, let off some kind of physical bomb inside her. She lost all sense of herself and simply threw her body from one thrill to the next in a haze of sexual greed.

Now she almost lunged forward and took the cock deep into her mouth, making muffled groans of delight around it as her tongue swirled and lapped, savouring the pungently animal tastes of male and female secretions on it. And while with one hand she reached out to grasp the base of the rapidly hardening shaft and clasp it tightly, with her other she reached down and began stroking and rubbing urgently at her clitoris. She achieved a body-racking climax and clung to the base of the man's cock as she shook and melted under its force, making half-choked little grunts of ecstasy around the thick rod of flesh which now filled her mouth and began to pulse and pump as it prepared to ejaculate. Tara was still convulsing in the aftershocks of her own orgasm when the hot gushes of thick, salty sperm began to spurt from the jerking cock. But she kept her mouth glued to it and took it all down before collapsing back onto her heels, gasping for breath.

But there was no respite for her. Once again she was pulled up and this time the anonymous male hand which groped between her legs, used the warm stickiness oozing from her cunt to lubricate her anus. Then she was back over the table while a cock drove into her rectum. Again she managed to get her forearms under her before the devastating attack on her narrower channel got fully underway, but suddenly a crushing weight fell on her back. From the other side of the table, Jet had been pushed down onto her and was being used. Tara managed to get her arms under her again, even as she began to be rammed backwards and forwards and was able to see Jet's cunt just in front of her eyes, the labia were split wide apart by the thick pillar of maleness which invaded her and was thrusting up into her depths. She could feel the girl's hardened nipples rubbing on her back and hear her grunts and cries as she was taken. And under the sweating girl's body, her nose just inches from the pungent fragrances of the sexual congress taking place, and her eyes riveted to the spectacle, Tara desperately grabbed her own nipples and began pinching them herself while she rocked and groaned to the coarse buggering she was receiving.

From then on the evening was a blur. But Tara could nevertheless remember that she wasn't the only girl to have been driven to a frenzy. The next day she had woken with the taste of woman juice thick on her tongue, as well as the aftertaste of sperm, and was able to relive vivid moments from the miasma. She recalled one of the other girls kneeling to lick her clitoris while she herself was taken from behind, standing with her legs wide apart. She could remember the acrid and pungent taste of Carrot's cunt as she licked her out while she herself was being taken from behind again. Carrot had been lying on her back on a table, giving muffled shrieks of ecstasy while she sucked on the cock which was filling her mouth and used one hand to masturbate another man who stood over them. He squirted his come all over both of them when he finally ejaculated. There was a confused image of herself entwined with Jet on the floor, performing a sixty nine while some of the men cheered them on. She had been entranced by how pink the girl's sex flesh had been between her darkly smooth thighs, and how sweet the milky fluids leaking from her had tasted. On the very few occasions she had ever been drunk, this was how the night before had come back to her. But this time she had been drunk on pure lust.

At long last the guards had hauled them out of the sweat soaked atmosphere when every conceivable appetite had been sated. The night was just as warm on deck but at least there was a gentle breeze and she had sunk gratefully down onto a mat when she had been chained to the railings, allowed to sleep in the open for once.

Their last day at sea had started out as a day of rest. They had been showered and fed and then allowed to sleep until lunch. But even then Tara's sex and anus burned and stung almost unbearably. However, Carlo had had one last treat for them.

All of them spent their final afternoon aboard ship fully displayed in broad daylight for any further use the crew or the guards cared to make of them.

Once again they were led up into the dazzling daylight and saw what awaited them this time. Chains dangled from the boom arms of two derricks. At first Tara had visions of some kind of mass flogging session. And in her present state she would have preferred that to what Carlo really intended. They were made to sit under the boom while their wrists were clipped together behind their backs and then the chains were attached to broad ankle restraints which the guards had next buckled onto them. Tara groaned inwardly, she knew what was coming and sure enough she was flung unceremoniously onto her back when her guard hauled on her set of chains and dragged her legs up into the air. At first she was convinced that it would be a full ankle suspension but instead the pull on her legs stopped when her pelvis was only a couple of inches off the deck and her back was still on it. But she was aware that her legs had been pulled wide open. She craned her head up to see her guard making the chains fast to a ring in the deck some way beyond her spread legs. Then he came to stand in the wide V they formed and smiled down at her in the way she knew presaged some refined cruelty that Carlo had dreamed up.