Blonde Fury II (22 page)

After a light lunch and a siesta to allow the main heat of the day to subside a little, the guests all reconvened and were taken back to the racecourse. Martha had slept well
despite missing
the
pillows of tit flesh she had slept on the previous night.

As she had only recently come on the scene,
she
missed out on a seat in the procession which got the afternoon’s proceedings off to a good start. From up in the grandstand however she got a good view of the line of traps being drawn along the finishing st
r
aight
. The ponies’ decorations flashed and glittered in the sun
as their smooth thighs rose in
choreographed perfection and their plumes nodded. She felt immensely proud as she saw Brian and Peter – with Peter driving – in the fourth carriage behind the
Prince
himself. The living banners were still providing their colour and eroticism as well, and to judge by the amount of waving in the banners, they had been taken down and put up again and were back on the hunt for pleasure with renewed vigour. For anyone who appreciated
all the possibilities for pleasure that
slavery
afforded
, Martha felt, Bakhtar was a great place to be.

When the procession had clattered its way past,
she
went down to the paddock and
waited for Brian and then they
put money on the home stable’s entry
and
a Malaysian
arena owner asked him to keep an eye on his entry with a view to possibly sending her to CSL.

“It looks like
this trip
could well have repaid the air fare already!” he told Martha as they took their seats for the Hacker class.

Even though it was mid-afternoon and the sun was well past its zenith, the heat was still intense. As a result the Hackers were run much more gently
for the first three laps
than the Novices had been
and then the drivers took to the whips in earnest for the final lap. The slightly longer distance showed up those ponies which had never really been conditioned properly and by the time the field came back onto the finishing straight to start the last lap,
it
was strung out much more than with the Novices. There was a front group of six ponies who were in contention and the amount of whipping they took
as they galloped the last half mile, had Martha standing and rubbing herself shamelessly as the crowd cheered the sweating and slathering ponies down the finishing straight for the last time. The winner was a stocky blonde from an American stable who ran without a high leg lift and didn’t seem to be going fast, but it was an efficient pace. She seemed to ignore the volleys of lashes that left her back and buttocks a mass of criss crossing pink welts and kept up her deceptively quick pace while those around her fell away. She finished a clear two lengths ahead of a privately owned and trained entry from Croatia. The third pony finished fast and if she had been better positioned on the run in she could have won. She finished under a blizzard of lashes but with her head steady and her shape still good.

Brian looked behind him at the
Malaysian
owner. “She’s an honest worker isn’t she?
She’s got potential alright!”

The man beamed at him. “We’ll talk later, Brian,” he said.

As the crowd settled back down to an excited buzz once the presentation had been made in the winners’ enclosure, Brian and Martha made their way back down to the paddock to see the runners in the Hunter class.

They had some difficulty getting a good view but eventually perched on some stairs
overlooking a part of the ring
. At the far side of the paddock, which was really just an area of flat tarmac behind a large warehouse, there were doors which opened from the holding stalls and the drivers’ preparation area, although, as with the Hackers, the harnesses and especially the plugs and dildos had had to be lodged with the WPRA the previous night so that no jollop could be added illegally
,
so all the drivers had to do was get into their colours.

When the doors opened this time there were
loud
cheers, the Hunters were regarded as the cream of the crop
;
tall, powerful girls who could take a man for a run over
three
miles and take his whip as well.
The minimum height required for a Hunter was five feet
seven
inches and most of them over topped their drivers easily as they were men picked for being wiry and lightly built.

Martha watched the first few ponies intently. There was a black one that caught her eye, she moved beautifully and looked sleek and threatening as her skin shone in the sun, lightly sheened with sweat. There was an even taller black haired girl with magnificent breasts, but Martha wasn’t sure how she would carry them over
three miles. There was a red
head who was slender and who could barely have made the height limit but who looked as though she could be a tough nut. There was even a
tall
Chinese girl in the colours of a Swedish stable and then there was a blonde who came out in the colours of the home stable, plain purple. She almost sauntered, her hips swayed as she idled towards the spectators and then was turned to walk along the edge of the ring. Martha felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. The figure was so familiar and yet so strange. Despite the blinkers, she was sure she knew t
he face
, but the whole bearing was utterly different. This was a girl who was confident in her nudity, and a girl wh
o was used to being bridled, bitted,
harnessed and whipped. She looked totally at ease with herself.

Sophie had never looked like that, Martha suddenly realised, she had always seemed to be nervous and skittish as if s
h
e had never
been at ease with who she was. This tall girl, holding herself more confidently and more upright than she ever remembered Sophie having done, was nevertheless achingly familiar.

Slowly Martha stepped down from where she had been and began to push her way through the crowd.

“I’m sorry! Excuse me! I’ve got to get through, please!” It was like wading through mud in a nightmare, the more she tried to push through, the more obdurate people seemed
to become
but at last she found herself with her stomach pressed against the rail, panting and dishevelled. The tall blonde had done a full circuit and was now heading for the exit but fortunately that took her past where Martha had fetched up. Open mouthed she stared at the girl as she approached. From this distance there was no mistaking her.

She had
found her Sophie
at long last. But someone had beaten them to her. She turned and began to fight her way back to Brian.

The cage looked menacing somehow.
It stood in the centre of the deserted
but floodlit
Dragons
’
arena
with cameras poised at the corners and at various points along its sides and over the top.
It was bigger than the standard cages
but
t
he extra bars that had been welded
on to the
extended
standard-sized
cage
frame
looked sturdy enough.
Scott Holroyd
went up to them and shook them as hard as he could. They didn’t seem to be flimsy.

Well there was only one way to be certain.
When the bosses had first run the idea past him he had been very unsure about it but after a couple of days thinking about it, he had had to admit that maybe this time the bosses had got it right. In any case, the Dragons had already been contacted and their consent obtained by then, so there was nothing for it but to load Ace into the horsebox and bring her up here.

Dai Williams, the Dragons’ trainer came up behind him. “We
’ve
got them ready. Just give us the word and we’ll bring them out and see what sort of show they put up.”

“It’s good of you to risk t
hem
, Dai.
We
appreciate it,”
Scott
said.

“Don’t mention it! It’s no good for any of us if the crowds get bored is it?
They’re good reliable performers I’ve picked and it won’t matter if
they take a beating and are
out of action for a week or two, we’ve not got a show for a month.
” He turned and w
histled to his men and beckoned and
Scott
did likewise.

Three of Dai’s men came
out from the tunnel under the owners’ box leading
three of the Dragons’ girls and one of
Scott’s most trusted
men appeared, leading
the tall figure of Ace on her tongue leash. She had been kitted out for boxing and as ever the addition of a corset and thong made her even more desirable than when she was naked.
Scott
shook his head, the girl could get a stand on a stone saint. She always gave
him
an erection, he knew that
, and she was giving him one now
.
He watched h
er long, languid strides behind the guard
,
who was
shorter
than her
by a head
,
as she was brought
over
to him and he took her lead
, taking the chance to survey the wealth of breastflesh, the graceful waist and those long, long thighs, so toned and so smooth
and the fabulous buttocks
. He couldn’t wait to have her after this, whatever state she was in
,
and he treated himself to giving her a slap on the flank
. Come to think of it, he had never had her when she had been badly knocked around. She had hardly ever
been
knocked around. His cock gave an extra twitch of interest at the prospect.

His thoughts were interrupted by
Dai’s guards arriving with their
girls. They were kitted out for boxing as well. The two trainers stood facing each other with the girls beside them, facing each other at right angles to the men.

“No rounds. No counts. The bout only stops when we agree it should,”
Scott
said, directing his comments to Dai but ensuring the slaves could hear.
Dai nodded.

“And,”
he added
, coming to the nub of things, “there are no rules at all. Anything goes. The loser or losers will be put to the whip immediately after, for as long as it takes the winner or winners to be fucked by four men.”

“Agreed,”
Scott
replied. He waited for some signs of revolt from Ace as it dawned on her what she was being put in for, but she kept that faraway look in her dark brown eyes that she always wore when she wasn’t
actually competing
or
in
a dungeon
,
and made no move to tug at her leash.

The men led their slaves over to the cage, turned them to release their hands, unclipped their leashes and pushed them roughly inside the cage, slamming the door and barring it after them. The loud clanging echoed around the empty arena with a sinister finality.
Scott
stood back to watch the four females, their skins given added
pallor
by the floodlights and their shadows falling in complicated patterns across the sand of the cage’s floor.

“We’ve lit the blue touch paper,”
he
said to Dai. “Let’s see what happens.”

The girl who had once been Anna Chatham
but who was known throughout the world of the arenas as Ace,
shook her shoulders to loosen them up and looked again at her gloves. As soon as the guard had velcroed them on, she had noticed they were different
. Normally the gloves were just a couple of long weights that nestled in the palms of her hands. They were sewn onto a leather strap that was fastened by Velcro once it had been wrapped snugly around her fists. But these were actual
boxing
gloves, the weight was still in the palm of her hand but it was lighter and the glove itself had a bit of padding to it. She ran the trainer’s words through her mind again. ‘No rules…anything goes’. The only thing
s
that
had
always b
een guaranteed to get a girl an
instant flogging was a punch to an opponent’s head
,
and kicking
. She clenched her fists
and looked at the gloves again then hefted them a couple of times. Interesting.

Then she looked at her three opponents and smiled. Even if she lost, it was going to be a hell of a scrap.

She put her guard up and began to sidle towards them as they spread out, grinning at her in return. Three against one – even if that one was Ace – was no contest. And four fucks on the trot
for a chipped girl
was well worth fighting for.

The one
on Ace’s right made the first move, stepping in and swinging a right hook at her body. Ace had a split second to realise they might not have taken on board the trainers’ words and then she knocked the fist down and lashed out with her right leg. Her foot caught the girl full amidships and she screamed as the studs dug into her
and she whirled away. Momentarily Ace saw the others glance sideways and she moved. She darted in and let go a straight right to the head of the girl directly in front of her. It took her on the nose.

The third girl moved to her right and dug a punch into Ace’s left ribs and then a left into her breasts as she swung round to face her. She winced at the sharp stabs of pain
but managed to get off another head shot before an arm grabbed her round the neck from behind. Anything goes they had said. The girl who had just punched her shouted in glee and charged in for the kill. Ace leaned back against her attacker - who had to be the girl she had kicked in the stomach – and launched a two footed drop kick. It landed sweetly, one bare foot on each tit. The girl yelled and turned away nursing her breasts. Ace dropped to a crouch
,
grabbed the arm round her neck and threw the other girl over her shoulder. She landed heavily on the sand in front of her and lay for a second, spreadeagled and winded. Ace was just about to dig a killer punch down onto her studded thong when the third girl returned to the attack by hurling herself at Ace’s waist and bearing her to the ground. The girl’s nose was bleeding and spectacular sprays of claret flew around the cage as Ace landed with the girl on top of her. Her entire torso felt as though it had been stung by wasps as the girl’s weight bore down on her – but it had to be hurting her too. Even so she managed to get two punches in to Ace’s face before Ace could get her hands up and force the girl’s head back. As she tried to wriggle out from under her, one of the others returned and kicked her, the foot just grazing one of Ace’s inner thighs and missing the studded thong by inches.
Instantly Ace whipped round and grabbed the girl’s ankles, bringing her crashing down against the cage bars but another girl’s body landed on top of her and she screamed as her breasts were forced down against the wicked little studs.

The wa
tching men made sympathetic ‘Ooh
!’ noises as they saw the fabulous Anna Chatham tits flattened but then grinned happily. It was a better spectacle than the usual boxing bouts. They watched as the three Dragons began to kick and punch at Ace with what looked like complete freedom, their long pale legs flashing in the floodlights and their breasts quivering. One girl’s nose bleed was beginning to slow but all the combatants were smeared with it. Suddenly they saw Ace get her knees under her and begin to rise to all fours but a Dragon girl saw it and skipped behind her to deliver a kick squarely between Ace’s thighs as she tried to rise.

The yell of pain and the applause and laughter from the men were simultaneous, but Ace suddenly shot
back
up, her face contorted into a snarl of rage instead of its usual expression of calm competence. Two of the Dragon girls were thrown backwards off their feet and the third was felled by a left hook to the head and an uppercut between the legs
. But the battle fury had infected the Dragon girls too and they bounced straight back, both swinging wildly but from two sides and at the same time. Ace tried to tackle one and ignore the other but she couldn’t do it and a simple kick to the back of one knee brought her down again to her knees and the girl in front of her took full advantage and hammered her breasts with lefts and rights while her colleague
grabbed and
held Ace’s arms back. Then they finished her with a quick left and right to the head and threw her limp body down.

There was no way back. But there was more to come.

The men watched approvingly as the two Dragon girls, now confident in their victory set about playing, just as an arena crowd would expect and cheer for.

They dragged the dazed and battered Ace back up to kneeling height by her arms and then took it in turns to punch her breasts and stomach again, but also took the time to stroke and caress each breast before striking it. Ace’s head threw back at each blow but came forwards again to watch helplessly as the next was lined up. The third girl scrambled up and joined in by kicking her buttocks and spanking them dismissively. Eventually they tired of the sport and one girl took a handful of Ace’s hair and threw her hard down onto her face again. Ace just managed to get her hands down in time
to protect her breasts from the worst of it
and
pushed herself back up with a scream of pain and managed to turn onto her back. But her legs were wide ope
n and two of the girls held them
that way while the third went into a pantomime of winding up a kick to the studded thong.

Ace shook her head frantically and held her hands up, begging for mercy, but the two girls holding her legs simply moved up her body until her famously long legs were splayed wide apart at right angles to her body and then bent back over her face, leaving her crotch horribly vulnerable. With the men cheering her on the third girl placed her foot on Ace’s cunt and ground it down, just a little. Ace yelled and wriggled desperately but then the girl lifted her foot away and brought it down.

Ace’s body flipped like a gaffed fish as they let her go and she turned onto her face, her knees under her and her hands at her groin. The three Dragon girls strolled to the bars to smile at the men and spread their own legs in invitation, rubbing their groins at the same time. The men cheered and made lewd suggestions to keep them occupied. From where they were they could see
Ace getting back to her feet, a
look of cold fury in her eyes. She hit the girls from behind with no warning. One’s head was banged on the bars and she went straight down, the second got a punch between her spread legs rather than what she had been hoping to get there. The third managed to whirl around and fight back just in time.

The men were convulsed with laughter as the four blood spattered figures rejoined battle.
Ace threw a blizzard of punches at the one upright girl but was too exhausted by her ordeal to make them tell and by the time the other two had staggered back to their feet, Ace was ready to be taken down.

They got her in a corner and she gradually slipped down unable to defend herself any more.

Scott and Dai exchanged glances and moved to open the door and break it up. It had all been filmed and the bosses would decide, but Scott was as sure as he could be that exhibition bouts like this with Ace outnumbered hopelessly but still fighting
till
she dropped would be gracing games
from time to time
in the future. But now there was the question of reward and punishment, a vital part of the entertainment the arenas provided.

Ace’s arms
and legs
were tied out to the bars and she was pressed face first against them once she had been stripped. To Scott’s eyes she looked even more beautiful than normal
. Her front was covered in a pattern of small craters from where the studs had pressed into her skin. At the breasts there were some spots of blood and her labia were heavily marked too. He was definitely going to have her later on, but for now he stood beside her and spoke to Brad who was holding the coiled single tail and waiting to begin. Her breasts protruded through the spaces between the bars and he reached in from the side and caressed each battered nipple, making it instantly throb into erection.