Into The Arena (9 page)

"You're learning, Blondie," he said and patted her back. "Release her and let her eat."

Tara sat uncomfortably in her cell and ate her supper. Her body throbbed, stung and burned both inside and out. But her soul was in even greater turmoil. She had never been so humiliated. Never had a man turned her on so devastatingly and then spurned her like that. And never had she lost in any physical challenge she had set herself, but Carlo had set her up to lose to that girl. She was furious with herself for finding this savage life so exciting and behaving just as sluttishly as the other girls. She was furious with Carlo for.......what? Having beaten her so brutally? For having screwed her and then left her short of an orgasm? She just didn't know any more. There were only two thoughts she could really focus on. One was her abiding fury with Conor for betraying her, the second was that she was going to get even with the bitch who had beaten her. She relaxed and nursed her anger, realising that once she stopped trying to think, her body was telling her that it really wanted to finish off what Carlo had begun.

They were allowed to use the toilets and to wash and then they were chained for the night again. The guard who secured Tara was one she vaguely recognised as one of those who had taken her above decks in the morning. Now he had her bend over her bunk, bracing her hands on it and he took her from behind. She didn't even try and fight the pleasure this time. It was pure animal rutting; just a cock stuck in her up to the hilt and she writhing on it, determined to find her own pleasure. While he casually screwed her, he smeared some stinging antiseptic cream on the scratches and cuts on her back. She hardly noticed. Her right hand was under her working furiously at her clitoris until at last she threw her head back and came in blinding waves of ecstasy. Once she had achieved that first climax, it seemed as though a dam had burst inside her. The guard started a vigorous pounding into her, slapping his hips against her sore buttocks, shaking her around so much that he grabbed her hair to steady her. She came in vivid peaks, one climax almost overlapping with the next until she knew she was going to faint, but just in time she heard the man gasp and felt him stiffen as he began to pump himself into her.

She collapsed onto the bunk as soon as he withdrew from her and was asleep almost before he had chained her wrists to the wall.

Chapter
7

After the traumatic first day, a predictable routine began to appear. It started with visits to the showers and the toilets. After that, each girl was painstakingly weighed and measured and all her details noted meticulously by Carlo on his clipboard. Height, bust size, waist, hips, thighs and inside legs were all noted. In addition, during the early days, those girls who carried a little more weight than Carlo deemed appropriate were subjected to exercise regimes which were discussed amongst the men; how many runs per day would reduce this girl's tits to a firmer consistency, or how many fights would firm up that girl's thighs. Absolutely no attention whatever was paid to the girl in question who just had to stand on the scales with her hands behind her back and her legs apart. She was merely the object of discussion. The rule of silence was absolute.

Tara and five other girls were reckoned to be in good enough shape not to require any extra exercise, but even so they all went through the morning ritual, which of course involved explorations of their sexes, which in turn provoked discussions about the proportions of erect nipples and the condition of their internal muscles.

All the conversations were carried out using the crudest of terms and Tara began to find that even in her mind she was starting to frame words like 'cunt' and 'tits', words which not so long ago would have disgusted her. The constant and total nudity began to have its effect as well. She and all the other girls began to lose their consciousness of it. Their struggles inevitably involved their legs being wide open on many occasions. They stood up straighter and moved more freely; it gradually began to be less demoralising and more natural to open their legs whenever necessary. And of course there was the more or less constant sex itself which wore down their reserve and dispelled the last shreds of their modesty.

Most mornings were spent in training. Carlo had gym mats brought in and they were told how to fall in such a way as to avoid hurting themselves. They were taught various wrestling moves and throws, Tara intensely enjoyed these sessions; it wasn't just that she had always enjoyed physical exertion, it was also that she found she loved the feel of another naked body against hers - even a girl's. She loved the feel of the warm flesh under her hands, the way the muscles played under the skin. And there was the undeniably sexual thrill of sitting astride a girl after she had made a throw, or of being sat on herself when she had had to take one. They all became intimately acquainted with each others' bodies as they learned to apply the various holds and throws. Tara particularly enjoyed applying head scissor holds, with a girl's head held between her thighs, feeling her panting breaths on her labia and her anus as she squeezed with all her strength, until the men made her break the hold. Quite apart from what the men taught them, as girls, they quickly taught themselves ways to add in purely female touches. For example, if a girl was held in a headlock, then a quick delve with one's free hand could result in a pleasingly painful nipple hold as well. Fingers dug deep into breastflesh were also very effective, and Tara herself had to be careful to avoid that, she offered two very tempting targets. But she loved applying it, watching the flesh swell up between her clawed fingers and feeling the girl squirm against her. On the other hand, a girl who was in a headlock could reach under her tormentor from behind and apply the grip which they all learned was the ultimate in naked female wrestling. It consisted of putting a thumb in the rectum and preferably two fingers up into the vagina - and then squeezing the septum which separated the two channels. If the girls were face to face then the thumb would slide into the vagina and the fingers into the rectum. It was almost impossible not to react to the pain. Tara found it was easy enough to apply for the simple reason that all the girls reacted as she did to struggling with other naked girls in front of a male audience, and therefore fingers and thumbs slipped easily between slick and open labia. It took a while before she could bring herself to force her thumb into another girl's back passage, but the flogging one girl got for similar reluctance soon won her round.

But above all Carlo drilled into them the entertainment factor. If they had a girl by the nipples; they should lead her round by them. Let the audience see what they were doing. If they had the crotch grip on; then they should push the victim up onto her toes, make her squeal and then use their free hand to slam down onto the one holding the grip and jerk it out with the fingers still clenched. And the victims had their part to play as well, they were to play up the effects of the hold they were in. But in the case of the brutal removal of the crotch grip, there was no need. However, the recipient of the hold was strictly forbidden to try and stop the chopping hand from descending, it was a theatrical gesture for the benefit of the audience and nothing to do with the girl on the receiving end. They all took turns in putting the grip on another girl and then jerking their hands loose and then having it done to them. Tara, along with the rest of them screamed as the fingers were wrenched free, it was a gut-churning combination of curiously intrusive pleasure and pain, and immediately she doubled over with her hands between her legs. A girl in that position was easy meat, either to finish off if the contest had gone on for a reasonable amount of time, or to lead round by the hair and/or nipples for a bit before using an Irish whip or hip throw to get her down.

Curiously enough even the bruises and the pain didn't bother Tara - or any of the others it seemed. If anything they were more than ready to service the men when they required it, which was almost always. So for hours on end the hold would echo to the sounds of bodies being thrown onto the mats, girls grunting and straining as they struggled, the snap of whips as the guards encouraged them and then around the mats, there were the softer noises. Here a girl would have been fingered so long and thoroughly that she was squelching, there one would be on all fours, moaning in pleasure while a guard knelt behind her, and mostly there would be girls on their knees before their guards with thick rods of manhood between their stretched lips. Tara found that she especially enjoyed being ordered to her knees after she had finished a training bout, somehow it seemed fitting to end it like that.

In the afternoons the sessions would get harder. That was when additions were made. Instead of fighting each other with wrists chained just to get to one wall of the hold, they were introduced to whip duels. In these they would face each other with a whip of many flat-bladed strands about eighteen inches long and attempt to flog the other girl into submission. Tara found that she hadn't the slightest compunction about whipping another girl. They had all become so used to whips by then, due to the evening activities, that it just seemed part and parcel of what they were and how they lived. They were slaves - even Tara had given up trying to deny it - and had obviously been picked for their slavish inclinations and physical abilities. It was pure pleasure to find a whip in her hand and an opponent to overcome. The duels demanded fast reactions, physical stamina and high pain thresholds. Tara had all three and she always won. She could twist away from incoming slashes of the whip, drag her opponent off balance and get her own blow in, in one single graceful move. But she never repeated her first mistake. She tormented her opponents, drawing out the contest, even letting them land a few blows on her just to make it more interesting - and she had to admit more pleasurable; she was beginning to allow herself to enjoy the hot skin-burn of the whip - she lapped up the cheers of the men as she danced infuriatingly in front of her tiring opponent, until finally she would wrap her whip's lashes round the handle of her foe's and wrench it from her hand. From then on she would choose her targets. A beaten girl's first reaction would be to shield her breasts, so she would lash the fronts of the thighs, to make her drop her arm, then swing one in over the girl's shoulder which would make her straighten; and then she had a clear shot and would make the soft swells of the breasts ripple and shake under the lash. Just as the audience liked. But it wasn't just Tara who had learned her lessons, her victims would play their part too. They would react with screams and gasps and twists, and stagger about more than was strictly necessary, but enough to make a good show.

Eventually they would collapse to their knees and offer her their surrender by letting her spread her legs in front of their faces and then licking her. Tara found that an exquisitely delicate pleasure to balance the rough fucks she got from the men. The delicate, knowing tongues, lapping and swirling around her engorged clitoris were the perfect opposite to the brutal, breathtaking penetrations she got several times a day. She loved both of them equally. But even the losers found their pleasure, as Tara herself had, the one and only time she had lost.

Climaxes under punishment gradually became commonplace. It seemed that the elements which made up the girls' new lives; physical conflict, domination, discipline and sex were becoming more and more mixed and blurred in their minds. The discipline was administered not only for defeat, but also randomly. Just as a guard would pleasure himself with a girl whenever he felt like it, so he might also put a girl in a whipping frame, chain her to the whipping post or put her in the stocks and administer 'discipline' at any time and only when he had finished with her in that way would he take her. So the whip, both giving and receiving it, and the men's cocks became an integral part of each day until the girls reacted to discipline as they would to sex. And as the days wore on, real punishment took the form of enforced sexual abstinence. This took place in a small cell on the deck below the one on which they were held. It was an airless, plain, steel box and a girl condemned to punishment would be chained in it with nothing more than a bucket. Meagre supplies of food and water were given her twice a day but otherwise all she could do was sit or lie on the hard steel and contemplate all that she was missing.

As a result of all these developments the hold became a furnace of sexual tension fuelled by twelve constantly aroused girls and twelve well set up men who were only too happy to keep them that way, whether they screwed them or beat them.

But it was in the evenings when things got really hot.

Carlo referred to it as 'playtime'. At that time each day, the girls were schooled in other sorts of contests. These he called 'endurance' events. In these the girls measured their tolerances of pain and pleasure against each others'. They learned what weight lifting really entailed.

In Tara's first contest she was put up against the girl in the opposite cell to hers, she was dark haired and pretty with good-sized breasts and hips. They were made to squat while the guards attached clips to their labia. These were flat-bladed metal affairs with a locking mechanism and they bit cruelly into the soft flesh, making Tara draw in her breath with a hiss as they were attached, sending pain deep into her core to mingle with the excitement of having a man handle her sex lips. The clips had chains hanging from them and the contest was brutally simple. To start with each girl had a cylindrical weight attached to each chain and on the command they had to stand and fully straighten their legs. Of course the chains supporting the weights were only a couple of inches long so that meant that their labia had to take the full strain. They had to remain quite still for a count of ten before they were allowed to squat again. But that was only to allow for another weight to be added and the process was repeated until one girl gave in.

The first weights weren't as bad as she had feared. But even so they made her feel as though her labia were being stretched down to her knees. Both girls held until the count of ten and then gratefully squatted once more. With two weights swinging from each chain, Tara couldn't help but grimace at the sharp pain which shot through her as she stood. She could feel the metal cylinders swinging against her inner thighs and most disconcertingly actually feel her labia distending downwards. The count seemed much longer that time before she could squat once more and prepare herself to take three weights. This time she glanced over at her opponent while the guard was busily working at her crotch. She was biting her lip and watching her guard closely; nervously. Tara felt the familiar thrill of conquest run through her. She was going to win this. Her guard had finished attaching the third weight to each chain and ran his fingers down her slit and into her molten vagina, making her whimper with pleasure.

"Carlo says if you don't win, he'll put you in solitary for a week, Blondie," he whispered. "But if you do win, I'll fuck your lights out."

She grinned but didn't dare look at him. She was coming to understand and accept her liking for this blunt openness about fucking. And she knew well enough that his threat was no idle one. These were the sort of men she had visualised in her most secret dreams.

She couldn't help but gasp this time as the weights left the floor and swung freely between her open legs. The pain in her labia was excruciating, but she was in position well before the other girl and heard the slow count to ten begin. She felt a sweat start out on her though at the thought of maybe having to lift four on each lip. Around her Tara heard the shouts of encouragement but the pain in her labia was now engulfing her whole lower belly. She had screwed her eyes tight shut but opened them again to see the other girl gasping and crying even more than she was. It was enough, she clenched her hands into fists by her thighs and watched her opponent give a despairing cry and fall back down to a squat.

The pain of having the clips removed and feeling the blood flow back into the squeezed flesh had both girls writhing on the floor but as soon as she could stand, Tara's guard was as good as his word and led her back to her cell. There, to the background noises of the whip being applied to the loser and the sounds of another weight lifting contest taking place, he made good his promise.