Blonde Fury II (15 page)

She knew what he expected and he felt her tongue begin to lick expertly at the ridge behind his balls and slowly find its way down until it was making his anus tingl
e deliciously as it circled,
probed
and lapped
, making him sigh with pleasure. But there was work yet to do and he reluctantly sat up again. The woman knelt back on her heels and looked down, awaiting his next order.

This was
really
going to work, he thought.

Whether the chips had so thoroughly conditioned them that they were now irrevocably submissive or whether their arena training had knocked submissiveness into them before they were chipped, didn’t matter. It looked as though they would remain obedient when the chips were removed but perhaps
they might
be less orgasm addicted, which would make them easier to work with.

He had her climb onto the bed and kneel up but then put her head down and reach through her parted legs to grasp her ankles.
She was as obedient as ever and Clive was able to lay into her marvellous buttocks with all his strength. And even as the braided shaft of the whip buried itself in the soft cushions of flesh and sent rippling shock waves through them, she gave out no more than the occasional grunt at a p
articularly hard strike to the
tops of her thighs. And slowly the dark lips of her sex began to peel apart and the startling pink of the inner flesh began to show against the chocolate coloured satin of her skin. He paused in his beating long enough to plunge his fingers into her and ascertain that she was every bit as wet as she would normally be.

“I’m going to give you another thirty before I fuck you,” he told her. She made no response, but then why would she? Undergoing beatings, sex torture, being fucked and orgasming or not, depending on the Master’s wishes were what she was for. The great thing was that now he knew
that
she knew
that
it
was her nature
. I
t wasn’t being dictated to her by an electronic implant. It had been a long time since he had thrashed a fully willing and unadulterated slave and he found he was enjoying it immensely.

He really threw himself into delivering the thirty promised lashes and the woman’s buttocks rippled and swayed beautifully, only towards the end did sombre purple lines show how hard she had been beaten.
And the only noise she made were soft cries of orgasm right at the end.

He had her rim him again before he laid her on her back and took her, sliding his cock into the welcoming heat and moistness of her vagina. And as he
began to move in her, clawing
his hands tightly into her flogged bottom as he did so to make her arch up and give him a better ride, he realised that while she was definitely a bit thicker in the waist and a bit more fleshy than his newer acquisitions, she was a real woman
and actually very comfortable to lie on
. She
might not
be
a girl any more, but she
was
accom
m
odating
, knowledgeable, servile and tough. She knew exactly what he liked and lived to give it to him. In short she would not only be a useful addition to the younger slaves, she would teach them how to be like her. She and the other one, re
covering from her beatings. O
ther slaves would go the same way as they grew older
and
society would find a use for them.

When he had finished pumping his spend into her, he watched as, without needing to be told, she knelt beside him with her thighs spread. Carefully she explored inside herself, extracting every drop of his ejaculation and licking it off her fingers. When she was quite sure she had collected every trace she
bent forwards and licked his softening cock until it too was thoroughly cleaned, then she
moved to the foot of the bed and settled herself across it, ready to respond to a foot in the ribs if she was needed in the night.
Once she was in place, Clive lay back and prepared for sleep. It had been an excellent day!

The other one’s chip was removed
in the morning
and he had them both stand behind his chair with clamps attached to their nipples and the short chains that joined the clamps were held in each woman’s teeth so that their nipples were yanked up hard against the weight of their breasts. Then he made video calls to various arena owners and other wealthy slave owners, telling th
e
m that they had been unchipped and could still be trusted to be obedient, which opened up new possibilities
because
they
still orgasmed under mis
treatment but didn’t seem to
be
so desperately addicted. He told them that he intended, once their tongue rings were removed, to
allow them clothes and
to
send them on errands and to start trusting them to carry out instructions without being overseen. So
from now on,
as a slave aged, her usefulness and value
would merely change
, it
would
n’t disappear.
To underline his point about their obedience he made them keep the chains tight between their teeth for a full hour.
They managed it without coming.

However, o
ther slave owners were not so happy.
Not many miles away from the Prime Minister’s retreat,
Brian and Peter
were taking part in
a holo-conference
.
They were in Peter Lang’s office at The Lodge, it was late in the evening
and Peter was attended by one of the Housegirls – a dark haired Mediterranean beauty who knelt beside him, her breasts offered up over the low cut bodice of her uniform. The night was a crisp autumn one and a fire had been lit, throwing flickering shadows into corners beyond the bright
holographic images
of arena owners from around the world. Further light came from a candle that Peter was holding and occasionally tilting over the girl’s breasts, making her bite her lip so she didn’t interrupt his thinking
while the gentle swells of her breasts were slowly covered with a shiny scarlet coating
.
He might want to whip it off later; she could only hope and keep as still as she could in the meantime.

Brian had Martha with him and she was sitting just out of shot, so the others couldn’t see that his hand was gently stroking her between her legs. His fingers were trailing up and down the length of her lips, occasionally pushing between them but making no attempt to penetrate her with any real intent. She recognised the signs of his being deep in thought and kept herself still and available for him.

One of the holographs
was showing footage from a show staged between the Proteus stable and the Bengal Tigers.
There hadn’t been a D
emolition Derby
added to the end of the games
so Ace had been fielded in the individual pony racing, the boxing, the wrestling and the pursuit running and had featured prominently in the finale.
What was concerning everyone was that whenever the cameras panned around the crowd, it was clear that it was an unusually subdued one.

Even
when
the two hundred and more naked girls, tore into each other out on the sun-bleached sand of the arena floor until the men were sent out to enjoy those left standing, where there was normally an unrestrained orgy on the terraces, here there was rapt attention but very little sex. Even w
hen the men stalked, teased, then
finally fucked
and flogged
the exhausted girls into complete inertia
-
all
covered
in loving close-ups on the giant screens, there was relatively little
action
of any kind on the terraces.

The last girl to go down was Ace. Again.

As Anil Murti, the Bengals’
owner observed; “She’s been the last slave
down
for the last three games she’s
been in. People expect it now! Let me show you what happened earlier.”

There were subdued nods from the other owners.
Murti
replayed
one of
the boxing bouts. Ace looked magnificent in her leather corset with
the
small steel circles on it where the tines were embedded, ready to dig in if she was punched. The trouble was that she was hardly ever touched. They watched her put into a cage with an olive skinned beauty
whose breasts overflowed
her
corset and rippled enticingly with her every move.

“She’s experienced, this one,” Murti told them. “Unbeaten in her last twelve bouts.”

They watched quietly as the two girls circled each other warily, then the Tigers
’
girl made the first swing, the weighted straps at her fists making the blow
look
slow – but if it connected
,
the
studs in the
corset of the recipie
nt would make it telling indeed
.
The girl put her whole weight behind the punch, leaning forward with her legs spread for balance.
They watched as the tall brunette swayed back, letting the fist slip past her stomach and then leaned in almost lazily to bring her fist up between the
Tigers
’
girl’s legs. A hoarse roar of pain escaped her as the studded thong was dug into the sof
t labial flesh. She
crouched down cupping her groin and staggered away from Ace, who was experienced enough to know that this was too soon to finish the bout and so didn’t follow up her ad
vantage too quickly. The Tigers
’
girl was certainly tough and came back from
what might have been a knock
out blow. She came forward once more, keeping a wary distance this time. Ace took her time and when she saw her chance she feinted with her right fist, making her opponent dodge to the left and dug a straight left jab into her torso, just below the breasts. The girl was knocked back and immediately covered up but Ace just dug in a couple to either side of her ribs where there weren’t any studs and stood back. The girl
straightened
up again and circled warily once more. Ace feinted again. This time she shot out a right towards the girl’s crotch. With a shriek of anticipated pain the girl covered up but Ace took a step to the side and dug a punch in that slipped through her guard from the
right
and took the side of the
right
breast. The girl staggered away
again
and this time Ace followed
,
s
winging lefts and rights to the breasts, making them ripple and flatten as the tines dug into them. The girl was blinded by the speed of the punches and although she tried to swing, Ace just knocked her fists away and carried on. Soon the girl was backed up against the bars of the cage
and crossing her arms in front of her chest. Ace simply went lower. The girl lowered her guard and
just
shipped more breast punishment
instead
. She raised it again and took a pummelling to her stomach. She began to slide down the bars, spreading her legs as she did so.

Ace swung an uppercut to the crotch again and the girl
yelled and
straightened as if she had bee
n hit by an electric shock, then she
grabbed a handful of hair and led the wobbly legged girl out into the centre of the cage, made a big show of winding up her left fist but instead flung the girl into the opposite bars. She managed to turn and take the impact on her back but it knocked the wind out of her and she staggered back into the centre where
she met another perfectly timed
uppercut.

Ace stood back and watched calmly as she collapsed to her knees and then toppled slowly forwards and lay still.

“Two minut
es,” Morti said gloomily. “
I hardly had time to get my hand up the bitch I
was with
!”

“But you can’t
blame her,” Brian put in. “She could have finished it even quicker but she did play with her for a bit.”

“She won two more bouts at boxing and three at wrestling. Total
cage
time, eight minutes,” Morti went on, hammering home his point. “We have a real problem here! People are getting bored with seeing her win!
”

An
other scene came on the holograph
and t
hey watched the tall, lithe figure spring from the starting gate in the pursuit running. Her long legs effortlessly ate up the ground, even her sizeable breasts swinging freely on her chest couldn’t unbalance her or diminish her grace. She eased herself round the central fence as the horse and rider pursuing her huffed and snorted and skidded after her
, having given her a start of half a lap
. As the rider closed with her and attempted to bring her down with his whip, she feinted and dodged and spooked the horse, even allowing herself to take some lashes and shrug them off. She made a record breaking seventeen laps before the rider, leaning sideways from his saddle, managed to wrap the bull hide whip around her lower legs and bring her down, her body rolling in the dust as the horse was reined in and the rider, furious and embarrassed leapt down.