Blonde Fury (7 page)

Both teams had been well drilled and the lines of naked
, gleaming
slaves
began to sway from side to side
. The long legs tensed and strained as the two lines began to ‘break out’ the logs; free them from the sand and get them moving. On top of each log the main whipman cracked his long lash above the heads of the girls, whilst below him the guards yelled their charges on and slashed down with their whips. The Proteus stable had equipped their men with floggers comprising thin leather tails that would sting the girls as the sweat ran into the welts. The Tykes had favoured slightly more solid tails of leather that smacked rather than cut. Both teams’ guards got their girls moving by targeting their thighs and buttocks.

Clive sighed in pleasure
at the sound of the whips and
his hand kneaded deep
er
into the
breast
of
the slave kneeling by him. H
e looked up at the screens where there were close ups of
rows of shining thighs and buttocks quivering as the lashes rained down, even as they strained for purchase. By now the girls were straining so far forwards that the whip was whistling past the nose of the girl behind as her sister slave in front was lashed. He knew that down there the air would be heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal and it would be driving the girls mad with desire.

Slowly the poles began to move and the whipmen yelled to their teams to straighten up. The whipping changed cadence as the teams were urged into straight line pulling and the sprint for the far end of the arena was on. The whips now fell on the girls’ backs and each team set up a rhythm so that the smacks became amplified into two distinct sound tracks, the Tykes setting a slightly faster rhythm.
Gradually the straining lines of girls increased their pace down the arena and the heavy logs moved sluggishly behind them. As they moved so the whipmen set faster and faster rhythms
as the lines tried to accelerate towards the far wall of the arena. Up on the screens the cameras roved from one sweat-soaked face grimacing under the lash to another and from one shining back and welted arse, quivering and jiggling from effort and the whips to the next.

Clive glanced across at the two owners next to him, Lord Barber was open mouthed and clearly just about
to spend in his girl’s mouth, Neil
had his girl sitting on his cock – her back to him - and he was cheering his team on as she wriggled and squirmed on him. As Clive watched, the climax of the first run was reached and he pushed
her
off him and stood up in triumph, a quite respectably sized cock standing rigidly to attention from his trousers. He was quite unabashed and once he had punched the air, he grabbed the girl’
s hair and rammed her face down onto it
. Clive had his girl climb up onto the seat
beside him and kneel
with her thighs wide spread. His fingers sank easily into the warm swamp of vaginal sap his mauling of her tits had engendered and he happily put four fingers up her, making her bite her lip to stop herself from moaning and
disturbing
him.

Down below the teams were turned around. While the slaves were
unchained
, both teams allowed the guards to let a few lucky girls get a mouthful of cock. It provided good pictures on the monitors for the crowd and it held out the promise of fulfilment to the slaves
. It worked for the Tykes because they drew level by winning the second pull.
A third and deciding pull was not the ideal outcome for either team as
the slaves still had plenty left to endure before the games ended. But the crowd was delighted. Once again they got giant images of thick, shining
cock shafts
stretching
soft and compliant lips and then a whole five minutes of mass flagellation as the teams staggered back along the arena dragging their
brutally
pointless burden
s
with them.

Beside Clive, the girl gave up the unequal struggle against her body and erupted into full orgasm as she was fingered relentlessly. Clive only had eyes for the screens and the close ups of welted backs and
buttocks
becoming ever more so as the cries and screams from the arena floor floated up and caressed his ears. When his girl had finished coming he pushed her face down on his lap and
made her suck him off
as the Tykes staggered across the line a foot or two ahead.

A couple of hours later, showered and refreshed, Clive left his room in the hospitality building and rode the lift down to the hospitality suites
set behind the upper terraces of the arena.

Through the smoked glass of the windows he could see that the arena was empty now, men were raking over the sand readying it for the following day
. That day
had finished well
,
with lines of girls who had lost contests put to the whipping posts and receiving what the crowds had decreed for them earlier in the day. Even after the spectacle of the log pulls, the flagellations were spectacular and closely followed by the cameras. To rousing applause, he, Bob Barber and Neil Consadine had gone down into the arena and delivered the first few punishments. He had been given a lovely little blonde who had gone down in only the second round of a boxing bout. He got to give her forty satisfying lashes with a heavy flogger. He could see how helplessly she came as she writhed and
he
was aware of the cameras on him so he smiled and waved from time to time between lashes. Beside him the other two finished their punishments by shoving their hands into their slaves’ cunts, but Clive felt it wasn’t fitting for him to be filmed being that blatant – not yet at least. Then as they had made their way off
,
the lucky numbers had been called and from various parts of the stadium cheers arose as fortunate ticket holders began to make their way down to join in the fun.

But now a
cockt
ail party was in full swing,
his host was watchful
though
and came straight over to him to guide him towards the bar and to introduce him to the local great and good. Clive knew how important this was and was good at working social gatherings, but his eyes kept straying to the edges of the room.
He could see groups of people standing around and laughing delightedly from time to time, and from what he could tell, it seemed as if slaves were at the bottom of things.

At last, he could res
train himself no more.

“Bob, I’ve pressed enough flesh for one night. What the hell’s going on over there? It looks like I’m missing out on something.”

Barber grinned at him. “I was wondering when
you’d ask! We’ve got the new sD
ocks in.”

Clive looked at him in surprised delight. “
Hey! I didn’t think they were on the market yet!”

“They’re not.
We said we’d help test them. Come on, let’s go and look.”

They made their way to the front of one of the groups and Clive was delighted at what he saw. A hooded slave was mounted on the device and was being turned this way and that by a man who was quickly getting the knack of it.
The device was a simple series of flexible, steel ringed pipes – like shower head hoses but with added rigidity –
they
followed the outline of a human form rather like a stick-figure. A pipe ran down the
slave’s
spine and from it branched off pipes that followed the arms and legs. At intervals the girl was
s
trapped tightly to the pipes. At the back of her head a cradle was provided so that even if she was laid on her back,
it
wouldn’t be allowed to drop backwards
, unless the person controlling the dock desired it
.
About half way down the girl’s back, the pipe that ran down it was pivoted on a ball joint that sat on top of a pole that ran down to the floor but which could be extended and reduced in
height
by the console that stood beside the girl. And it was this that was at the heart of the interest.

The console was entirely blank and about the size of a tablet and all the man currently in charge of the girl had to do was make passes in the air above it to manipulate the girl into any posture he cho
se. As Clive joined the group,
the man had just made an expand and rise gesture over the pad and the device had extended the pole
running up from the floor
and bent back the arms and legs so that the girl was now presented at face height wi
th her pelvis thrust forward but
the rest of
her body
and her arms and legs
bent sharply backwards, as if she was being launched skywards. There was some laughter and applause. The man made some more passes and lowered the pole, made bending back gestures at either side and low down on the console
and w
ith a quiet humming noise the sD
ock lowered its cargo
, bending her legs back from the knees
and he guided it to a halt – by holding his palm out to the console – when the girl was
kneeling
in front of him, her torso now upright and her mouth at the perfect height for cock sucking. Urged on by the
onlookers, he freed his cock fro
m his trousers and guided it to rub against her lips. Immediately she opened them and he slid himself into her.

“We’ve been training
the slaves to it
for a couple of weeks
now,
” Bob Barber told Clive. “They squealed rather a lot to start with
but they’ve
settled down
to it now.
They
know that it won’t bend them in any way that’ll cause damage.
” Just below her hood the men could see how eagerly
the slave
was hollowing her cheeks as she sucked and how much of him she was getting down her throat as his pubic hair almost brushed her nose.

Suddenly
the man jerked his pelvis frantically at the girl’s mouth and clutched the back of her hood as he came and then stood back. His place was taken by a woman. She had obviously been watching carefully and made a revolve motion over the console and the girl was spun around
so that
her back
was
to the woman, then a quick upwards beckon at the far end of the console had the girl lifted and tipped back so that she lay face up. Demurely the woman lifted the front of her long skirt and stepped forwards slightly, spreading her legs as she did so. A look of utter pleasure softened her rather hard face as she felt the girl begin to tongue her. She made the gesture of opening her fingers over the console and the girl’s legs were drawn wide apart. A man that Clive assumed was her husband – but at an arena one could never be sure – placed himself at her open cunt, unzipped his flies and began to fuck her.

The woman’s skirt was long enough and
cut generously
enough to hide everything that was going on underneath, it was a fashion that was beginning to catch on in quit
e a big way. Free women had begu
n to cover up as a direct reaction to the amount of naked female slaveflesh that was on show at the arenas, via the internet and increasingly on some streets in better off areas
of British
towns and cities. It wasn’t a prudish covering up – at the moment, necklines were daringly plunging, but it was a definite move away from free women needing to bare their legs in particular. It merely differentiated them from slavegirls but it didn’t in any way inhibit them from enjoying them
, or from being enjoyed by their men
.

Clive accepted another drink from a waiter as the woman flung her head back and climaxed noisily while her partner did
the same
at the slave’s other end. Then, smiling happily they stepped away from the splayed body and left it to the next customer.
Clive
looked on proudly as the console was manipulated again by
the
man who spun the girl so that she lay with her head away from him and he had her arms and legs stretched out fully and then slightly bent back so that she was arched up towards him as he moved in to fuck her, pausing only to have his own slave kneel and lick the last man’s sperm from her.

The
company that had patented the sD
ock had been a company that Clive’s administration had helped with grants and loan guarantees. Now it was clearly ready for the market and it would secure Britain’s position as a world leader in slave technology
, the chips having paved the way
.
He made a mental note to ring the MD and congratulate him during the week.

He and Bob meandered along the long wall admiring the ingenuity of the ways people were finding to splay and display the bodies provided for their entertainment. One party had found that it was possible to completely upend the slave and have her upside down with legs wide open. Inevitably, one of the floggers hung on the wall behind her was being energetically employed
between the long, toned thighs
and there was much laughter and lots of female giggles and squeals as the tails splatted rather than smacked and kicked up some spray and some sticky trails of vaginal secretion even
as the slave moaned and yelped while she was being thrashed.