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The Games Ch. 01

By: secret_reader



Note: This is my first submission to Literotica. Please let me know what you think, and suggestions on how to improve and how to continue are always welcome. Thanks so much and ENJOY!!



Thunder rolled in the distance and a flash of lightning lit up the small room Ryan was in. The room contained only one window and the walls were all painted black. In each corner was a black candle that only gave off a little light. In the center of the room, Ryan sat crossed legged with a look of pure concentration on his face. He wore satin robes of deep black with a red sash around his middle. He was tall and lean, with well defined muscles. His dirty blond hair was cut short and his bangs swept to the right. His dark blue eyes were closed at the moment, but women would often get lost in them as they studied his features. As Ryan sat in the center of the room his lips formed unspoken words. Anyone who walked in on him would think that he was talking silently to himself, but Ryan was not deep in a private conversation, but was rather reciting words as for a test. Nervousness clenched Ryan's stomach, but he refused to let it show even in the private of this small room. Noise could be heard outside the small room, and Ryan opened his eyes just as the wood door opened.

"Ryan?" a man's voice said laden with a British accent.

"I am ready" was Ryan's reply, although he felt nowhere near ready for what was to come.

Ryan stood up and turned around to greet the man who had come for him. The man was small, skinny, and had unkempt dark brown hair. He seemed very nervous and kept wringing his hands over and over.

"Shamus, you seem more nervous than I" Ryan said with concern.

"Well, it's just that if anything happens to you I wouldn't know what to do with myself, you're the only friend I possess" Shamus said, continuing to wring his hands.

"Do not worry, my friend, I am the most powerful magician you know" Ryan smiled in an attempt to reassure his friend, even though he himself was unsure of his words.

Shamus nodded grimly, and turned to leave the room. Ryan followed him through the doorway and closed the door, labeled "Prep Room" behind him. The pair found themselves in a large circular hallway with people milling about busily. There was little in the way of noise, but there was an air of urgency and anticipation. Many of the people in the hallway wore robes similar to Ryan's, but of varying colors. Some wore white, some red. Blues greens and browns could also be seen throughout the hallway. Those who wore robes also wore sashes, either red or blue.

Children begin to study magic at the age of five. After 10 years of general studies, a practice is chosen. There are 6 practices to choose from: Dark, light, fire, water, earth, and air. After 2 years of studying under a specific practice, a discipline is decided. The young magician chooses either offensive or defensive magic. Followers of the offensive discipline focus on studying spells that are used for attacking while students of the defensive discipline focus on spells that are more defensive such as blocking spells and counter-spells. Ryan had chosen to practice dark magic and to follow the offensive discipline. Together, they could be a deadly combination.

"Lot of offensive player's here today" Ryan observed, frowning slightly.

He looked over at his friend, who seemed to become even more nervous at the observation. At that moment a large man dressed in simple black pants and white long sleeved shirt approached the pair of men.

"You Ryan Mortalitus?" The man asked, addressing a piece of paper in his hands.

"Yes" was Ryan's curt reply. He took a shuddering breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"Come with me, you're up next" The man said, turning for Ryan to follow

Ryan turned to Shamus, "I'll be alright, Shamus. Do not fear for me, I can hold my own in the arena"

Shamus did not answer, but nodded grimly and walked away toward the stands. Ryan watched him disappear into the crowd and then followed the man with the paper toward a large set of double doors marked "Arena" in big, gold letters.

"Wait here for the doors to open" the man said, and walked away to search for the next contestant.

Ryan stood before the large doors, reciting over and over the spells he would use in the arena. He had trained for 21 years for this day and had waited anxiously for its arrival. Now that the time had come, however, Ryan felt that all his years of training had not been enough. Perhaps he should have chosen a defensive path, or perhaps a different practice to follow. These thoughts were racing through his head as the doors began to open outward. The roar of the crowd greeted Ryan and he took his final steadying breath and walked through the doors.

The sky was dark with thick clouds of thunder, and lighting stuck once again as he entered the arena. The stands were packed with spectators, all cheering for the upcoming match, but Ryan could hardly hear them, he was too focused on the moment that had finally come: a chance to become a master of magic by proving himself against another magician in a duel to the death.

Ryan reached the center of the arena, and came face to face with his opponent. The girl wore red robes with a red sash, and had long hair that matched the colors of her practice and discipline. The robes clung to her body, and showed off her toned stomach and accented her breasts. Her eyes were of a deep green and Ryan found himself as if under a trance from their stare. He held her eyes and his heart began pounding even harder than before as it sent blood rushing to his cock.

"This is gonna be fun" Ryan said out loud, his nervousness melting away as he stood there smiling at the girl mischievously. 

When Ryan had been sitting in the room and while he waited for his turn in the arena, he had been at a state of rest. Now he stood ready, and black magic spread throughout him, igniting the most primal desires in his body. His thoughts turned not only to the ways to kill his opponent, but also to the ways he would fuck her. Such thoughts were not present in his mind a little while earlier, but the effect black magic had on the mind was strong, which is why so few people chose to follow the practice.

She seemed uncomfortable under his stare, but Ryan held it firmly. The horn to begin blew, startling Ryan's opponent and giving Ryan enough time to make his opening move.

A strong wind sprang suddenly from behind him, blowing past Ryan as he stood, knocking into the girl, throwing her to the ground. 

This is too easy Ryan thought, but was taken aback when he noticed his sleeve was on fire. Apparently the girl had time to react quickly enough and throw a weak fireball at Ryan, catching his sleeve. Unwilling to waste energy conjuring water, Ryan removed his robe's top, Easier to fight like this anyway Ryan thought, throwing his garment away. 

During his brief battle with the fire, Ryan's opponent managed to get back on her feet, and was now staring at the shirtless man in front of her in surprise and slight arousal as his masculine features. Ryan took this opportunity to whirl two spinning blades, each in the shape of five-point stars, he conjured at the girl. The girl fell to the ground again, this time in an effort to escape the spinning blades, but they were cursed with black magic. They froze mid-air after missing the girl, and returned the way they came, back toward her. She barely had time to react, and narrowly avoided one; the other one caught her shoulder though and left a deep gash. The crowd roared at the first bloodshed. Ryan sent the blades away and stepped back as the blade's dark magic took hold.

The girl struggled to her feet, holding her wounded shoulder trying to stop the blood flow. All of a sudden the girl stopped a look of pure horror on her face. She began to scream silently and back away from an unseen terror. She then began to claw at her robes, audibly screaming this time.

"Get it off!!!" She screeched, ripping the middle of her robe clear off in an attempt to rid herself of this malevolent force. In doing so she revealed her bare, toned stomach and Ryan became even more aroused and his lustful thoughts became even more prominent in his mind. 

As sudden as the terror started, it ended, as the dark magic's hold wore off. The girl took a moment to catch her breath, and then blushed deep red as she noticed her midriff was showing. Clearly this girl was a modest one. Perfect Ryan thought to himself, as his cock twitched at the thought of what he was about to do to such an innocent girl. But first, I'll let her have a little fun of her own, and he waited the second it took for his opponent to decide to retaliate. 

Anger flashed in her green eyes and she began to hurl fireballs she conjured from thin air in Ryan's direction. Blinded by rage, her aim was poor and Ryan managed to dodge each one of the fireballs by ducking and spinning out of the way.

Noticing that her efforts were failing, the girl paused in her fire throwing to reach for something at her side that Ryan has not noticed earlier. 

The object turned out to be a whip, and the girl uncoiled it with a sharp crack. Suddenly the whip caught fire, starting from the base, the fire spread up to the tip, and the girl was now holding a blazing weapon that could dole out some serious damage. Ryan saw the danger he was in and began to run away from the menacing weapon so he had time to figure out a counter attack. That was one of the main problems of following the offensive discipline which is why Shamus had looked so concerned, if your opponent came at you with a powerful enough attack, you could do little more than run because any defensive spell you may have would not be enough to stand up against it. 

Ryan knew this all too well, which is why he decided to run, but he was too late to react, the whip struck his bare back with a sickening crack. Blinding, burning pain seized Ryan from where the whip met him and he fell to the ground on his stomach with a grunt.

The next thing he knew, the whip was wrapped around his leg, burning through his robe and causing tremendous pain where it met flesh. He began to feel himself being dragged back toward his attacker. Ryan managed to turn himself over onto his back so he could face his opponent. She had a look of confidence on her face, and was certain that she had won. So, it seemed, had the crowd as they cheered for her to "Finish him!!". 

Ryan was not ready to finish, however, and produced a slicing spell that cut through the whip, freeing him. He jumped to his feet, ready to finish his opponent's advances, but not the fight. 

Ryan closed his eyes as the girl prepared the whip for another and quickly chanted a spell he had practiced for just this occasion. Once his concentration was focused on the spell, he opened his eyes and executed it. 

Four black, thorny vines sprang from the ground near his opponent's feet. Two wrapped themselves around her wrists, stopping her from finishing her attack and two around her ankles. The vines pulled her arms out to her sides, and she stood there as if on the Cross. His captive struggled to free herself, but the vines held firm. The spell was not completed yet, Ryan executed the second part. 

A jolt of dark energy ran through the vines and into Ryan's victim. She threw her head back and let out a loud blood-curdling scream that caused the crowd to gasp and then go silent. The girl kept screaming for another 30 seconds and then she went limp. She would have fallen to the ground, but the black vines held her upright.

Ryan strode over to his helpless victim, a look of pure evil on his face. 

There were no rules in the contest, anything went, and no one could or would interfere until one of the contestants was dead. Matches had been known to go on for days, and horrible things had been witnessed by the crowd. Once game Ryan attended a few years prior, a man had pinned his opponent and began lopping of body parts one at a time, keeping the victim from dieing by cauterizing his wounds with magic. Half of the crowd had to leave that day or risk becoming violently ill. 

Ryan had no intention of being as sadistic, even though his opponent was helpless. In fact, Ryan's intentions were to entertain the crowd and his victim and make this a game that would not be forgotten quickly. 

Ryan reached his prize and roughly grabbed her jaw in his hand, lifting her head up. She was conscious, and her eyes seemed to be staring past her captor as if seeing something that no one else could.

"What is your name?" Ryan asked, narrowing his eyes in a menacing manner.

"Eliza" the girl said almost in a whisper.

"Well, Eliza, it's your lucky day. I'm going to make you enjoy your final moment on Earth"

Ryan released Eliza's head, and it fell to her chest. He waved his hand and another jolt of energy traveled through the vines. This time instead of screaming, Eliza moaned low and sensually. Ryan smiled, the sound causing his cock to twitch in anticipation.

Dark magic centered on the more taboo aspects of life; pain, horror, death, and of course, sinful sexuality. Ryan had found early in his training of dark magic that he could cause intense pain, but also insane pleasure. He had found that if he sent dark magic coursing through the women he laid with, their basic, primal desires could be stimulated in much the same way Ryan's were when magic flowed through his own body. This caused them to be sexually wanton and want nothing more than to please and be pleased. Ryan never considered this rape or submission, the desires were there, but had to be awoken. 

When Ryan first laid eyes on his opponent in the arena, he knew that he would send her away only after he had given her multiple orgasms using the art he had grown to love. And when he saw the look in her eyes after she first gazed upon his hard chest and sculpted abs gleaming with sweat in the sun, he knew that with a single jolt of magic, she would be like putty in his hands. 

Ryan stood before his latest conquest and watched as she raised her head by herself. Her eyes roamed over Ryan's naked torso and she began to writhe and pull at her bindings in an attempt to free herself. He smiled and understood that she was trying to escape not to attack Ryan but to get his cock into her pussy.

"Soon, Eliza, soon" Ryan assured her, stroking her cheek tenderly. "First I need to make sure you are truly ready." 

Eliza continued to struggle as her frustration continued to grow. Ryan bent his head towards hers and captured her lips in his. She returned it passionately, and their mouths melded, their tongues dancing together. 

Eliza's pulse quickened and she could smell Ryan's masculine scent all too well do to his previous exertions and his state of undress. Warmth spread from her belly to her pussy, and she could feel herself moisten. She felt Ryan's hands cup her ass possessively and he brought her waste to his. His cock was rock hard and pressed against her belly, which caused another moan to escape Eliza's mouth.

The sudden cessation of Ryan's assault on her mouth caused Eliza to gasp in protest and open her eyes. The kiss had left Ryan's head spinning, and he had decided to step back before he lost control and took her right then and there. 

He decided Eliza must be unbelievably hot in her long robes. With a wave of his hand, Eliza's robes began to unwrap themselves from her body. First what remained of the top half of her robe separated itself from her breasts. They fell free, her breasts were full and perky, each tipped with an erect, pink nipple. 

Next came the bottom half, and it fell in a heap to the ground. He pussy was entirely shaven, and her lips were swollen and glistening with moisture.

"I can tell you want me" Ryan said.

"Yes, please, I need you" Eliza pleaded, moving her hips in his direction.

"And you will have me, but first you will cum for me"

Again Ryan advanced toward Eliza, and wrapped his arms around her now naked waste. He kissed the side of her neck, and continued to trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.

Eliza felt Ryan's first hot kiss on her neck, and she became even wetter. Her breathing became shallow as he continued to move down toward her chest. She tried to arch her back toward Ryan, but the vines that bound her held her firm. She whimpered in frustration, and felt Ryan smile against the hollow of her neck.

"Yes, yes I know," Ryan whispered into her skin, "just a few more moments and I will release you; I need to make sure you won't run first."

Eliza bit her lip in anticipation for her eventual release. She would attack her assaulter with reckless abandonment and sexual energy as soon as he undid her bonds. 

She gasped when hot kisses began to trail lower and she moaned when he reached the top of her breasts. 

Ryan grabbed Eliza's breasts in each hand and he squeezed them firmly while his lips continued their assault. This elicited a number of moans and whimpers from her, and Ryan's erection throbbed in response. He pinched her nipples, and a yelp of pain mixed with pleasure came from Eliza.

Ryan continued to trail kisses lower, down her hard toned stomach. He paused at her naval and blew lightly into it. Eliza's hips bucked toward Ryan, and he could smell the scent of her arousal growing. 

Finally, Ryan reached her pussy, and he planted a light kiss on her outer lips. Eliza bucked in response, trying to press her lips closer to Ryan's warm mouth. His kisses became more urgent and he could taste her juices as she released even more. He pinched her clit, eliciting a scream of pleasure from Eliza.

"Please, don't stop" Eliza whimpered.

Ryan complied, and used two fingers to spread her lips and his tongue licked her pussy starting from the bottom and ending with a small kiss on her clit. 

Eliza began to moan over and over again in response, and she was breathing hard. Ryan continued to kiss and lick her pussy, and she could feel her orgasm growing in her. Suddenly, Ryan's mouth was at her clit again and he sucked it into his mouth and his tongue danced around the swollen bud. She let out a gasp at this point, and Ryan gently nipped the bundle of nerves. 

This was too much for Eliza to bear, and her orgasm rolled over her like a wave and she screamed in ecstasy as she began to come and her hips bucked frantically against her bonds. 

Ryan continued to lick her as she came into his mouth. He swallowed what he could, the rest ended up running down his chin.

As her orgasm subsided, Ryan stood up and kissed her mouth again. Eliza could taste herself in his mouth, and this elicited a moan, and her arousal kicked back in.

"Still hungry for more, huh?" Ryan smiled.

Eliza nodded in anticipation. Her eyes closed in bliss.

"Fine then, let me release these bonds" Ryan said, and he waved his hands.

The vines that held Eliza in placed uncoiled themselves from her and retreated into the ground, waiting further instruction.

Ryan braced himself for what was to come, as his captor attacked him, only this time with her mouth and groping hands. Eliza kissed her opponent, parting his mouth with her tongue and she hungrily moaned into his mouth. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and he wrapped his around her waist, bringing her close, pressing his erection against her. The feeling of her firm breasts against his bare chest made Ryan moan as well. 

Eliza's mouth left his and she hungrily kissed his neck as she ground her hips against Ryan's hard cock and her hands began to work at the remaining half of his robe in an attempt to free his cock. She gave up trying to unfasten it, and instead yanked it down hard. Ryan's cock sprang from its confines, jutting out, pre-cum already glistening on the head.


The Games Ch. 01



Jason Storm was one of the few passengers to look well rested, as United flight 070 disgorged it's tired travelers at London Heathrow. 8am in London, 3am back in New York, and a true red eye for most, though Jason had slept almost the entire way, fully flat in the 900-thread Egyptian cotton of Executive First. It was the first flight in a long time he hadn't undertaken on his private jet, and he had been pleasantly surprised by the experience. There had even been a stewardess, one of those sufficiently exceptional to serve his level of VIP, whom he had deemed worthy of the rare honor of his card. An auburn beauty from Cincinnati, she was the rare woman that may have been suitable. She may call, she may not; Storm cared little, there were plenty more of her, and only one of him.

Storm's bags were at the carousel before he was, and it was the shortest of walks to meet the limousine that would ferry him into Central London. During the drive he made some calls, ensuring that all was as planned; if it was not, it would be too late to salvage in any case. It was a sunny morning, autumnal warmth soft over Buckingham Palace as Storm left the car outside the fabulous Ritz hotel.

Storm left his luggage and check in to the porter, swiftly scanning the lobby for the man he sought. He saw him almost immediately, a tall, golden haired Swede of his own age, flipping a laptop shut and rising to meet him.

"Welcome to London, Jason."

"Thank you, Gustav," said Storm, shaking hands. "Everything is set?"

"The London Games begin tonight as planned," said Gustav. "All is well. You will be collected from here at five PM, it is a half hour drive. You will want to sleep after the flight?"

"Not at all," said Storm, "I slept right across the Atlantic."

"I hoped you would say that," said Gustav with a smile. "There are two Estonian girls in your suite, both nineteen. A gift from the London organising committee."

"Appreciated, Gustav," said Jason. "But first I'd like us to go through the running order one last time. Our first foray into Europe is making me nervous."

*******

Thirty minutes later, Storm slid the keycard into the door of the Presidential Suite, and felt it gently click open. The room spread out in front of him, a separate bedroom and bathroom to his right, a lounge and cocktail bar ahead, with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Green Park. On the sofa sat two girls; tall and slim, one with ice blonde hair, the other with fiery orange, but both almost alabaster pale. Storm smiled; Gustav had clearly done his research.

They both stood as he entered, each making a small bow. Both wore slender black negligees, and both were barefoot. Another tick for Gustav. 

"Ladies," said Storm, devoting them with the critical eye of a jaded expert.

"I am Sveta," said the blonde, "and this is Lina."

Storm waved away the information as unimportant. 

"We have some supplies for you," said Lina, kneeling down to unzip a large suitcase, and giving Storm an uninterrupted view of her milky breasts as she did so.

Storm looked inside the case and smiled. Four pairs of handcuffs, two vibrators, two enormous black dildos, a thick leather paddle, two ball gags, a cane and a riding crop. Gustav had been thorough.

"Well, ladies, we only have six hours," said Storm, thrusting out a hand and grabbing Lina viciously by the hair, "so we'd better get started."

******

The redhead was better. Storm had watched the blonde, Sveta, strip and bring herself to orgasm whilst Lina sucked his cock. When they swapped, he found Sveta's mouth to be harsher, her tongue less agile, his eyes drawn to the moisture bursting from Lina's cunt as she forced the black dildo deeper inside her.

When the redhead had come, he made them both bend over the bed, and fucked them both in turn. Here, again, he found Lina's cunt to be hotter, wetter, more welcoming than that of her friend. As such, he decided that Sveta should be punished.

Storm ordered Lina to tie her blonde friend face down on the bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the four corners. He felt the soft, gentle rise of her beautiful buttocks, and went to work with the paddle. When her screams became loud enough to potentially alert neighbouring suites, he paused and neatly fastened the ball gag into her mouth, before resuming the spanking. Sveta's pale bottom was now a glowing beacon of scarlet, whilst Lina gently sucked Storm's cock. Perhaps it was the flight, or the hot, burning buttocks in front of him, or the expertly skilled tongue of the Baltic redhead, but without warning, to his complete surprise, Storm's cock exploded, pumping thick bullets of cum straight down Lina's throat. 

Being the expert she was, Lina barely reacted, keeping her eyes on Storm, her mouth still softly sucking his cock as she neatly gulped down the strings of sperm he'd left in her mouth. 

"Fix us a drink," Storm said to Lina, recovering himself a little. "Pineapple juice for me, but you have whatever you like."

Lina nodded and padded over to the drinks cabinet, whilst Jason replaced the paddle in the suitcase, and took out the cane. He took it to the front of the bed, and held it out for Sveta to see. He enjoyed watching the ice blue eyes swell in fear, as she realised that he planned to use it on her defenceless bare buttocks. 

*****

The Limousine slid gently through the London traffic, and out towards Surrey. As the roads turned steadily less urban, Jason Storm began to fret again about what he would find. Taking the Games franchise outside of America for the first time was a considerable risk, as well as a massive opportunity. He flipped open his tablet and scrolled to the members-only homepage of his security-encrypted website. Somehow, he found reading the introduction to be beneficial, reminding him of what he was trying to achieve.

Welcome, it said, in stylish black script. You are now a member of the world's most exclusive club. (And exactly one million dollars lighter in pocket, smiled Jason). 

The Games are entirely committed to worldwide expansion, for the convenience and enjoyment of our members. For that reason, our annual schedule for the first time includes three events outside the United States. Please see the confirmed dates below.

September 28th - 30th; London, England

November 4th - 6th; Scottsdale, Arizona

December 21st - 23rd; Christmas Extravaganza; New York City

January 17th - 19th; Cape Town, South Africa

March 12th - 14th; San Diego, California

May 1st - 3rd; Munich, Germany

June 12th - 14th; Charleston, South Carolina

July 28th - August 3rd; Summer Holiday, Location TBC

Attendance at all events is priced at a flat fee of $250,000 in addition to your annual membership, and includes full VIP access to all sessions, plus two nights' luxurious accommodation on site. Each event is strictly limited to 200 places, and advance booking is required. Members unable to attend will be able to run a live stream of the event, including participation in interactive elements, for $25,000. At all events, facilities for private jets and vehicles are available. Please visit the links to individual events for more details.

Storm smiled, and clicked on the link to the London site. Here, as he knew, were detailed booking instructions and directions to the site, which his own car was now approaching, in the heart of the Surrey countryside. He scrolled down to the event preview; he needed to make sure that everything went ahead as promised. 

"The Special Relationship," (it read).

Our very first event overseas will celebrate the Special Relationship between the United States and Great Britain. 

"Here, Sir," said the chauffeur through the car's speaker system, interrupting Storm's reading.

Storm looked out, the darkness suddenly illuminated by the swooping of armed security guards. They were unobtrusive, all ex-military employees of The Games, all there to ensure that no prying eyes, law enforcement or otherwise, infringed on the event. The car was swiftly waved through, and they drove up a long, winding drive towards an immense slab of a house.

Storm knew plenty about the place, because he had attended most of the meetings that had surrounded the planning of the event. A Jacobean mansion, owned for generations by the Earls of Cobham, it had fallen on harder times of late, and the impoverished aristocrats had been glad to sell to a nameless American consortium. Storm would use the place for his event, refurbish it a bit, and then sell it on for what he guessed would be a considerable profit. As the house loomed closer, he saw a set of marquees in the grounds, ready for the outdoor events over the weekend. For tonight, though, all of the activity surrounded the house itself. All the windows blazed light, and a welcoming committee were ready to receive Storm as soon as he stepped out of the Limousine. 

"Welcome, Chairman," said Gustav, now in full tuxedo, extending his hand.

"Thank you, Gustav," said Storm. "And well done on the Estonians, most enjoyable."

"Of course," said Gustav, inclining his head like a waiter whose diner has enjoyed his recommended dish.

"Mike," said Storm, turning to the short, thickset man on Gustav's left. "No problems, I trust?"

"No Sir, quiet as church mice," said the ex-Navy SEAL, now Storm's Head of Security.

"Hi, Mr Storm." There she was, immaculate and fabulous as ever in long, slinky black dress, stockings and glittering shoes. 

"Hi, Danni." His regular host, ever since the thing had started out. Plucked from the obscurity of being a local weather presenter in South Dakota, Danielle Green was now, thanks to Jason Storm randomly tuning in whilst overnighting in Rapid City, a multi-millionairess. 

"This is Kate O'Hara, Jason. My British colleague for the weekend." Danni had her arm low around the waist of a blonde girl almost as tall as she was, and just as slim. 

"Hello," said Kate, looking suitably nervous to be meeting the Chairman himself.

"Kate is a relatively recent drama graduate," said Danni, smiling, "and she auditioned remarkably well."

Storm found himself wondering if Danni had conducted the audition personally. He knew exactly what type of skills Kate would have had to demonstrate during the interview, and imagined that Danni would have made a very eager recipient.

"Are we all set up inside?" asked Storm. He knew that the former ballroom and library had been merged to form the main indoor auditorium. 

"Of course," said Gustav, "follow me. We start in ten minutes, so the girls should go and get ready."

Storm nodded at Danni and Kate as they made for the back of the house, whilst Gustav led him up the stone steps to the front door. Inside, the lobby was palatial, gold chandeliers and red carpet, and the entire place was lit purely by candlelight. It made for precisely the Gothic, ethereal atmosphere Storm had envisaged when he bought the house. Glancing around, he saw that refreshment tables in the reception rooms were being cleared away, the members all having presumably taken their seats in the auditorium. An at-seat drinks service was available during the show itself, with an interval scheduled midway through, so no-one would go hungry or thirsty. 

Storm followed Gustav through into the auditorium itself. Four rows of fifty seats each rose above a large stage area, currently curtained off. There was an expectant hum amongst the assembled members, as waiters flitted amongst them delivering last-minute drinks. Masahito Sakho, Storm's Head of Technology, was making final checks on the lighting and video equipment that would be live-streaming the event back to members all over the world. Storm allowed himself to be conveyed to a front row seat, and accepted a glass of Champagne. On both sides of him sat the key executive members of The Games; eight of them in total, including the organisers of the next two events, in New York and Arizona. They had meetings scheduled at various points during the weekend, but first and foremost, they were here to enjoy the show. Finally, the lights dimmed, the arena fell silent, the curtain drew back, and the shimmering dresses of Danni and Kate appeared on stage. Once again, thought Storm happily, it was time for The Games to begin.

*******

The thick curtain drew back, revealing Danni alone on the vast stage, her silver dress shimmering amid Sakho's powerful studio lights. A murmur of appreciation rippled through the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, in the soft, sweet accent of the Dakotas, "a very warm welcome to The Games, coming to you live from London, England. Joining me as Mistress of proceedings this weekend, to celebrate our transatlantic visit, is a beautiful girl from right here in Surrey. Please give an exceptionally warm welcome to the gorgeous Miss Kate O'Hara."

The statuesque blonde swept on stage, heels clicking beneath a long, low-cut black dress. The crowd whistled and clapped appreciatively. Storm considered the girl again. A good choice, all things considered. He'd given his blessing to a co-host, wanting the London Games to have a fresh, distinct, local feel, whilst keeping the same essential format that had served him so well for six years. The girl herself seemed an excellent choice; exquisitely beautiful, of course, though that was a given. She held herself well, affecting just the right mix of nerves and confidence. Her accent was the clipped English that his father would have termed "BBC". It spoke of private school, and even as jaded a sexual mind as Storm's momentarily flitted off to visions of Kate in uniform, in an all-girl dorm...

"Thank you Danni," said Kate, kissing her co-host on each cheek. "I believe that this evening I have the honour of taking you through the house rules, as directed by Mr Storm."

She caught Storm's eye, and gave a heartbreakingly perfect submissive nod. Dropping Storm's name, of course, ensured that the rules would be followed without question. 

"Firstly, I would just ask for those members viewing the online stream to bear with us for a moment. For those of you here, you will have noticed that our waitresses will be serving drinks to your seats. Please note that the waitresses are unable to offer any sexual services during the show, as this will delay the service of drinks to your fellow members. On your interactive screen, you will find a booking system, should you wish to schedule some private time with your waitress during the course of the weekend. You will note that your seat possesses a privacy screen and a lap cover, enabling you to masturbate in privacy during the show. Mr Storm particularly requests that any, er, mess, be deposited in the cups provided. Below your feet is an immeasurably valuable fourteenth century Persian carpet, it would not do for it to be stained. Finally, we ask that audience interaction and participation be strictly limited to those times when it is particularly sanctioned by your hosts. Now, it's time for the lovely Danni to introduce our participants."

"Thank you, Kate. You will all know the format of our main Game by now, I'm sure. Three teams of two girls each will compete to earn the ultimate prize: their freedom. The winning pair will battle it out in Sunday's finale to escape the clutches of The Game. Thus one girl will claim her freedom, whilst the five losers will be auctioned off to Members; those of you at home intending to bid should ensure that you have your auction plugin enabled by tomorrow morning at the latest. We find that this incentive ensures full effort from our contestants."

Many of the audience laughed. Storm grinned ruefully; capturing them was easy, freeing them was the hardest part of all. He looked around him, seeing many familiar faces in the crowd. Most Members were well known to him, especially those who attended live events. He was pleased to see that his goal for a thirty percent female audience was not far off successful. The dominant, ultra-wealthy lesbians were frequently the most enthusiastic bidders for the girls.

"Team One, wearing blue," continued Danni, "both appropriately hail from England. Please welcome onto stage Jasmine and Chloe."

The crowd jeered as the two girls walked onto stage. Each wore a powder blue t-shirt with 'The Games' emblazoned across the chest. They wore white sports shorts, with bare legs and bare feet. They looked warily around them, and walked nervously towards Danni.

"Please introduce yourselves, ladies," said Danni, as if they were members of the public on an afternoon quiz show. "Jasmine?"

"I'm Jasmine," said Jasmine. What could she do? Since being taken by The Games, she, like all girls, had been made to understand very clearly the penalties for disobedience. She was of medium height, slim, with full breasts and wavy dark brown hair. A beauty, a rare find, but Storm insisted on nothing less. "I'm 24, and I'm a hairdresser from Rochdale, just outside Manchester."

"I'm Chloe," said the other girl, a short, flaming redhead. "I'm from Barnsley in Yorkshire, and I'm a student. Or I was, before they came for me."

Storm had never laid eyes on the girl before , but he knew the main outline of her experience to this point, as it was a tried and tested method. Some local informant would have singled her out, in a bar or club, perhaps, or even just on a train. Research would follow, the capture request sanctioned by the country manager, and the girl would, one night, be flipped into a transit van before anyone could say they saw what happened. Basic training would have been in their facility in the Scottish Highlands, three months of gymnastics and fucking and caning to instill discipline, and to see if she would make the cut. Those who did not were put on planes to Dubai, Beijing, Lagos and Mumbai, where the highest prices for nubile white girls could be found.

This girl, though, had made it to Games training. She would have been flown to the main training facility, deep in the Ozark mountains of southern Missouri. There, at least a year would have been spent ensuring that she were pristine, ready to be enjoyed in a live tournament. Punishments were very different; marking was not allowed, as Storm insisted on perfect skin, at least until the Games started. Mental discipline was enforced, whilst physical and sexual skills were honed. When the girl was deemed ready, she would have been allocated a position in a live show, perhaps a main contestant, or in one of the subsidiary events. A long, arduous and expensive process. But with each of the 200 guests paying $250,000 just to attend, Storm could afford it.

"Team Two," said Kate, "is our Green team."

Two more girls joined the stage, in the same costume as the others, save for their t-shirts being emerald green.

They were Eastern European, though both spoke impeccable English. There was Ana, an improbably beautiful, fat breasted former model from Zagreb, Croatia, and Hazel, a slender, dark redhead student from Szeged in Hungary. 

"I like the brunette," said Storm, nodding appreciatively at Gustav. "Ana."

"Indeed? Would you like me to make arrangements? For later?"

"Let's wait a little," said Storm, judiciously. "See how she performs."

"Finally, we couldn't have The Games without some contestants from the good old US of A," said Danni, hamming up her accent. "So let's rectify that with our beautiful yellow team."

The last two girls were welcomed onto the stage with catcalls and laughter. Their bare feet pattered lightly on the wooden stage as they made their way tentatively across to Danni, who nodded that they should go ahead with their introductions.

The first girl, Max, was much the oldest on stage, probably in her early thirties. Storm considered her full figure, oceanic blue eyes and long dark hair, as she explained that she had previously worked in insurance in Connecticut. The brunettes, he thought, were of particularly fine vintage this evening. 




The Games Ch. 01



Eliza marveled at his cock, which was a good 8 inches long and licked her lips. She got on her knees and began to kiss the length of his cock starting from the base. When she reached the head her tongue snaked out to lick the pre-cum from it. 

Ryan moaned as her tongue licked the most sensitive part of his cock, and he hips bucked toward her waiting mouth. He could feel her warm breath as she took the length of his shaft into her mouth. As soon as she had taken in all she could, Eliza began to slide her tongue along the underside of Ryan's cock. In response, Ryan grabbed her head and began to thrust inside her mouth. Eliza gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, but she remembered to breathe through her nose and soon enough Ryan was fucking her mouth rhythmically. Eliza's tongue began to play with the head of his shaft, and it took all of Ryan's self-control to keep from coming.

He pushed Eliza roughly from his mouth and onto the ground. The sky had darkened considerably since the beginning of the match as the clouds gathered and grew thicker. 

Ryan stood over his opponent laying on the ground, and she looked up on him.

"Please, fuck me" She pleaded, slowly bucking her hips upward towards him.

Ryan knelt before Eliza. He looked up at the crowd who were looking intensely at the spectacle before him. Ryan knew they weren't morally outraged, they had come to the games to see much worse than a simple fuck, but he knew they had enjoyed the show a great deal, and wanted to see it to completion.

Ryan grabbed his cock and positioned it outside her slick opening. She moaned, and her head fell back He thrust into her in one move, burying his cock to the hilt and he brought his body above hers and placed his arms on either side of her. 

She gasped at the sudden intrusion and gripped his hard biceps tightly, and began to slowly thrust upward towards him. Ryan thrust again, and Eliza's senses came alive and she released more moisture.

Ryan's thrusts came more frequently, and he grunted each time he bottomed out. Eliza was in pure ecstasy, and her moans turned into pants, which eventually gave way to wanton screaming.

"FUCK ME!!" She yelled, "I love your cock inside me!"

Her dirty talk caused Ryan to become even more aroused, and sweat began to shine on his body as he thrust harder. Eliza's hand moved from his biceps to his shoulders and she racked her nails down his back. She brought her hands around to his front and her nails now racked down his pectorals and his abs as she gritted her teeth and continued her labored breathing through them. The sensation of her nails on his skin elicited a moan from Ryan and he brought his mouth to her throat, kissing her there. After roaming around his hard stomach for a moment, Eliza began to finger her clit. That coupled with Ryan's large cock thrusting into her in a frantic manner was what Eliza needed to orgasm for a second time, spilling cum from her pussy. Her inner walls began to spasm, and grip Ryan's cock. This was the straw the broke the camel's back. Ryan began to cum, and he yelled out as his orgasm gripped him.

Rope after rope of hot cum erupted from his cock and into her. He pulled out of her and continued to come on her stomach and on her breasts. Finally the spasms subsided and Ryan stood up, once again looking down at his opponent. She was dirty from the ground and covered with his cum, which was fine, soon she wouldn't care. 

Eliza felt Ryan cuming into her and then cuming on her stomach. She loved the feeling of hot, sticky come on her body and she smeared it over herself with her hands, languishing in the feeling of his come covering her body as her breathing returned to normal. Suddenly she felt a familiar feeling at her ankles, and then around her wrists and she opened her eyes to see that the black vines had returned from the earth and were now wrapping themselves around her appendages once again.

Her arms were pulled from her stomach to either side of her body until the black vines had her spread eagle on the ground. It was if a fogged cleared her mind, and Eliza remembered that there was only one survivor in the games. She was so lost in the throes of passion that she had forgotten that her lover was to be her executioner. Panic gripped her tightly and she struggled against her bonds, though she knew they were no use.

"I hope you enjoyed your last moments on earth" Ryan was saying, smiling at her.

As much as she hated to admit it, Eliza had enjoyed her last moments immensely and she moaned inside her mind as the memory of his cock buried inside of her. She didn't let Ryan see that she felt that way, and instead closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at his naked form looming over her.

Ryan waved saw the discarded bottom part of his robe, and he beckoned towards it. On its own volition is flew to Ryan and wrapped itself around his naked waste.

He addressed the crowd.

"Did you enjoy the show!?" He yelled, and the crowd roared their approval.

Ryan waited a few moments for the crowd to settle down before addressing them again.

"Shall I kill her now!?" Was his second question 

The crowd roared, "Kill the whore!!"

"Animals" Ryan thought amusingly to himself.

He turned to face Eliza, who had her eyes open again, and was looking at him with her head raised as far as she could. 

"Seems the crowd has spoken" Ryan said matter-of-factly to Eliza.

It started to rain, first in small, slow droplets, but soon speeding up to become a downpour. A huge clap of thunder roared above the crowd, and a streak of lighting raced across the sky, illuminating the face of the crowd. Ryan looked up toward the heavens, and stretched his arms upward, his palms facing the sky. He closed his eyes and began to chant toward the clouds, willing them to bring his final blow to Eliza. 

The crowd watched in anticipation to see what end the girl would meet. Eliza's head fell back and she closed her eyes against the rain and waited for the end to come, trying to appear brave.

Suddenly, a streak of lighting bolted from the clouds and landed right next to Ryan. He lowered his arms and opened his eyes, his spell complete. The lightning bolt stayed next to Ryan, reaching from the ground all the way to the heavens in one, jagged arc. Slowly, it began to dance across the ground towards Eliza's prone body. The crowd roared as they realized the path of the lighting, and knew its goal was to fry the helpless girl.

Ryan continued to guide the bolt towards Eliza, stopping it between her outstretched legs, just short of her still swollen pussy, which was oozing with her and Ryan's mixed fluids. 

Eliza could feel the tingle of electricity on her inner thighs and on her pussy, and she opened her eyes to see the lightning bolt inches from her. 

She screamed at the top of her lungs and struggled to free herself from her bonds, yanking as hard as she could. She only succeeded in hurting her wrists, but still she pulled.

Ryan smiled, satisfied at the outward expression of her fear as her basic survival instincts kicked in. 

The crowd cheered as they watched the struggling prey fighting helplessly for her life. Deciding it was time to truly end this, Ryan willed the bolt another few inches forward and it struck Eliza's pussy, sending tens of thousands of amps coursing through her body. 

Eliza began to spasm, her body jerking every which way as far as the binds would let her. Ryan could smell burning flesh and the crowd cheered in excitement and revulsion. 

Ryan severed his control on the bolt and it ascended back into the heavens, leaving the blackened corpse of Eliza behind.

"RYAN MORTALITUS IS THE VICTOR" came a very loud, disembodied voice.

The crowd began to chant his name, "RY-AN, RY-AN", but he was not listening.

The vines had retracted once again and Eliza's body lay in the rain limp with steam coming off her as the rain hit. 

Magic had ceased flowing through Ryan, and he became disgusted with how he had killed her. He had no regrets about fucking her, he had given up feeling guilty about such things long ago, but his inner voice told him that perhaps a quicker death would have been just as effective.

Two large men came to take Eliza's body away, and the sight of them snapped Ryan out of his thoughts and back to reality. He looked around and found a tall, lanky man with slicked-back long, black hair walking towards him. He wore a silver sash around his middle and held a black one in his hand.

He reached Ryan held his hand out to be shook. Ryan took it and he felt a burning sensation on his palm. Quickly, he retracted his hand and saw a black circle etched into his skin where he had been burned.

"Congratulations on becoming a full Black Magician" the man said, in a deep monotone voice. "I present you with the mark of the clan as well as the black sash that signifies your status."

Ryan took the sash the man held out to him. After winning in the games, a magician discarded the red or blue sash of a student and donned the sash of a magician. Every magician starts with a sash matching the color of their practice, and earns different colors depending on their position on society. 

Ryan took the man's hand again and shook it, mouthing "Thank you".

The man nodded his acknowledgement and turned, walking towards the stands that sat the leaders of the various practices and their immediate followers.

Ryan felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see another man.

"Right this way, sir" He said, bowing slightly.

The gesture shocked Ryan, but he remembered that he was now a full magician, not just a student, and thus there were members of society who must be subservient to him. He followed the man through another set of double door separate from the ones he had come in from and was greeted by a cheer.

The other winners of the games were here, and they shouted their congratulations to him. Ryan smiled and raised his hand in gratitude and scanned the crowd for Shamus, who had promised to wait for him here. He spotted him and trotted up to the small man, giving him a hug.

"I'm glad you made it!" Shamus exclaimed, happy to see his friend alive. "But did you really need to put on such a show?"

"Oh most definably" Ryan said smiling.

His torso was still bare, and the smell of sweat and sex was overpowering.

"You need a bath" Shamus said, dramatically plugging his nose, eliciting a smile from Ryan.

A man's voice came from the crowd that carried over the din and was laden with authority.

"Quiet!" the voiced called, and instantly the room fell silent.

"The final match has ended, and it was certainly a grand one to end the games with" the voice said, and Ryan got a few devilish looks from his fellow victors.

A short, stocky man emerged from the crowd, and made his way toward a wooden crate which he climbed upon to stand and address the crowd. Ryan recognized the man as the Director of Occupations. It was his job to ensure that everyone in society was doing their part, and that no magician's talents were left unused. 

He spoke again, stocking an impressive beard the color of the moon, "Tomorrow, you will report to the city square and register for a job. I hope you all thought long and hard about what you want to spend the rest of your lives doing" He scanned the crowd with grey eyes like a teacher does a class.

Ryan had thought very hard about what he wanted to do, and had decided on the job his talents were most suited for.

"Do not 'forget' to come," the Director said, "or I will find you, and I will pick your job, and you will not like it"

The threat was clear and the consequences well known. Anyone who did not sign up for a job would be sent to maintain the borders of the country, a job that almost guaranteed death by the hands of outsiders or bloodthirsty beasts. Even though everyone knew the dangers of skipping out on registration, every year a handful of magicians were caught and sent out to their deaths. 

"On that note, I will leave you. Enjoy your night, but don't party so hard you forget to wake up tomorrow"

The director climbed down from his makeshift pedestal and he moved through the crowd towards the exit.

Ryan looked at Shamus, and a huge grin spread across his face. He could not believe that he had actually made it in the games and was now a full magician. Years of training would soon pay off as he began his dream job.

"Come on, Shamus, let's go get roaring drunk" Ryan grinned, and Shamus rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. 

"Just don't forget to get up tomorrow" Shamus warned, and he and Ryan walked together out into the rain and the streets surrounding the arena and disappeared into the crowd. 

As they walked through the storm Ryan began to fantasize about his new life as a magician and the rewards of the job he had chosen. As a gladiator, Ryan would live a hard life with the danger of death always immanent. The rewards would be great, however, and if he survived he would become rich quick. 

These were Ryan's thoughts as he walked with his friend. What he did not know was that he was destined for much more than glory in the arena, things far greater than he could have ever imagined.

To be continued...



The Games Ch. 02



Note: I have read and reread my fist submission, and I believe that this a much better attempt. Reading the first part will explain some minor parts of the story, but this can also be read by itself and still make sense.

Again, comments and feedback are welcome, enjoy!



Ryan awoke to a frantic pounding on his door. He brought his fists to his face to rub the sleep from his eyes. Slowly he opened them, but was quick to reverse his action when sunlight streaming through his bedroom window caused them to burn.

"Ryan! You need to get up!" Came a muffled cry from behind his closed door.

"What's the sound?" A sleepy female voice from beside him asked.

Ryan looked in the direction of the voice and found a naked woman with long, brown hair laying on her stomach next to him. He looked down at himself and found that he too was naked.

What happened last night? was Ryan's first thought. Clearly he had sex with this naked woman, but he remembered neither meeting her nor taking her home, and certainly not what they did when they got there.

"That's it I'm coming in!" The muffled voiced warned, and the door burst open. "Oh for God's sake Ryan, didn't you get enough at the games" 

Apparently Shamus had noticed the naked girl still shaking sleep lying beside Ryan. 

"Good morning, Shamus" he said smiling sleepily.

"Ryan, you need to get up and get to the square, NOW" Shamus said, "or you'll miss your chance to sign up for a job and be shipped to the borders"

Instantly Ryan was out of bed and searching frantically around for a pair of robes. He had totally forgotten about the registration sometime during the previous night's festivities. Finding a pair of decently clean robes, he threw them on and headed for the door, but remembered his guest before he left and spun around to apologize/ say goodbye.

The girl was sitting up and her breasts were in full view. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and Ryan thanked whatever god was listening that she was not drunken mistake.

"Um, sorry I have to dash, I'm very late" Ryan apologized, "Shamus here will take care of you, sorry if I did anything stupid last night, I was uh clearly very drunk."

The girl smiled, "Not at all, I decided you were descent enough after my fourth orgasm."

Ryan let out a low whistle and shook his head in disappointment that he had been so drunk that he had forgotten what was, undoubtedly, mind-blowing sex. With a grateful glance at Shamus, Ryan ran out the door and down the stairs of his family home. 

He had inherited the house from his father, who had made a descent living as a tax collector for the king. It was a deplorable profession in Ryan's opinion, and when his father had passed away he decided to keep the house but give most of the money he inherited back to the people it was taken from. 

Ryan's father had never supported hiss training in magic, but allowed him to continue after seeing how his success made his mother proud. Being a magician herself, Ryan's mother wanted her son to grow up to follow in her footsteps. All his father wanted was for him to be a tax collector like himself, but Ryan would have none of it. He had a knack for the magical arts starting at a young age, and he made an impression on his instructors, often quickly mastering skills far beyond his years. This aptitude would have accelerated him through the ranks and he could have completed his training years early if he hadn't been so reckless with his power.

Always anxious to try new spells, Ryan would often attempt something still beyond his ability and on more than one occasion had seriously injured his fellow magicians-in-training. It was this carelessness that prevented him from advancing too quickly, and soon enough his peers caught up to him and his talents were lost in the crowd. 

Secretly, Ryan continued to practice spells well beyond his years, and he had revealed his true powers in the arena, proving to himself and, he hoped, others that he was an extremely powerful magician and would make a fine gladiator. 

Running fast, Ryan headed to the city square and prayed that he was not too late. He knew the streets of the city by heart having grown up there and he wove through them with skill, his robes billowing around him. Finally he reached his destination out of breath and saw to his joy that there were still a few people registering. Tables were set up all through the square and around the giant fountain with signs that advertised different kinds of jobs. Glancing around, he found the table that sported a sign reading 

"Glory, Honor, The Arena: Become a Gladiator...If You've Got What it Takes"

Smiling, Ryan walked up to the table and pressed his finger to the paper he found with a small list of names, causing his signature to appear where his finger had landed. Satisfied, he looked up at the person sitting at the table and was shocked at what he saw.

Before him sat the most magnificent woman he had ever seen. Her eyes matched the color of Ryan's, deep blue, and they shone at him from under heavy lashes. She had dirty-blond hair that hung low and strait over her small breasts that were accented by the garment she wore. Instead of the customary robes, the woman had on a top that only barely covered her breasts. It was black and strapless, held together by a gold, circular clasp in the front. It was more bra then shirt, and even less bra then most.

Her taught tan stomach was bare save a silver chain that was wrapped around her waist. Hanging from it was what looked like an obsidian pendent in the shape of a dragon. Ryan could see no more of her while she sat at the table, but what he saw made his cock twitch.

"I recognize you from the games."

The sound of her voice brought Ryan back to reality. He chastised himself for staring, and gave the woman what he hoped was a friendly smile.

"Really, how was I?" Ryan asked, finding himself hopeful she approved of his spectacle. 

"While it certainly was no gladiator contest, it was interesting. It certainly made my heart pound." The woman winked at Ryan, and he found himself blushing slightly and he was surprised by his reaction.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the, eh, show," Ryan said, "I'm Ryan Mortalitus by the way." 

Still smiling at the woman, Ryan stretched his hand out for the girl to take. She returned the gesture, surprising Ryan with her firm handshake which contrasted her small, soft hands. 

"My name is Isabella, but everyone calls me Izzy," She offered, "and I'm the head trainer of the gladiators."

This news shocked Ryan, he would never suspect such a gorgeous woman to be the trainer of rough and tough gladiators. Clearly his surprise showed, and Izzy laughed warmly.

"Surprising, I know, but don't let my appearances fool you, I'm a hard taskmaster." Again she winked at Ryan.

Is she flirting with me? Ryan thought, but quickly dismissed it. He would never dream of sleeping with his soon to be drill instructor. It was silly, and there were plenty of other willing women who did not carry the same taboo as Izzy did. Still, the thought of bringing Izzy to blissful release caused Ryan's cock to stiffen a little.

"So can I expect you at the arena bright and early?"

Again, Izzy's voice brought Ryan back to reality.

"What? Yes, of course." Ryan flashed another smile.

"Okay then, I will see you tomorrow" Izzy smiled back, "don't be late or you'll have me to deal with."

"Doesn't sound all that bad" Ryan said, astounded to find himself flirting back.

With that, he turned to leave, not noticing the flash of arousal that flashed in Izzy's eyes. 

The man who had approached her had been the same man she watched with heated interest as he fucked his opponent in the arena the previous day. Watching him had made her pussy moisten with the thought of being in the girl's place, having his cock thrust into HER with such passion. When she saw him in the square, the beginnings of arousal hit her, and when he came to sign up, her lips were already wet with arousal. She could smell his masculine scent, and had nearly melted when she saw his blue eyes and his flashing smile. 

Clearly the man worked out, and her thoughts turned to the future and how he would look in the sun shirtless as he trained with the other gladiators. Again her arousal peaked, and it took all she had not to moan in front of him. Izzy decided that his cock would be inside her before the week was through, and she usually got what she wanted.

"Good list of recruits?" came a voice, and Izzy gasped at the sudden intrusion to her daydreaming.

The Director of Occupations stood before her, scanning the short list of recruits.

"Short, but I think they'll turn out to be fine gladiators." Izzy replied, hoping that she was right.

The city of Necros had not fared well in the recent past against the other cities in the region, and their reputation was taking a hit. Every year, new and eager recruits signed up to be gladiators, but every year most disappointed. The King, who resided in the city, was beginning to become embarrassed, and threatened to send the gladiators to the borders if their performance did not improve.

The Director had reached the bottom of the list, and nodded thoughtfully as he read the final name.

"Ryan Mortalitus." He mused aloud, "He put on quite an impressive show yesterday, don't you agree?"

"Very much so." Izzy replied, moistening at the memory of his cum soaking his opponent. 

"He shows great promise. Pay close attention to him, and see to it that he becomes a champion. That is, unless, you WANT your gladiators to be sent to the border."

"Yes, Sir, I agree, Ryan will be ready for the Games in four weeks time." Izzy assured, hoping she was right.

"See to it that he is." The Director said, placed the list of names back on the table, and turned to leave.

Seeing that the square had emptied, Izzy grabbed the list of names, and walked towards her home near the arena, placing a cloaking charm on herself to ward off any unwanted attention from the opposite sex. As she walked, the Director's threat echoed in her head, and she hoped that Ryan would live up to all her expectations, especially the physical ones. 

"I guess I'll find out tomorrow." She said with a sigh, and continued her walk home, using the looming arena as a guide.

The following morning found Ryan in the arena with half a dozen other men, awaiting the arrival of Izzy and the beginning of their training. Among the men, 2 wore red robes, 1 wore brown robes, and 3 wore black robes. This surprised Ryan. Black magicians were rare to begin with, and to have 3 sign up to be gladiators was even rarer. Usually those who practiced black magic moved to the palace and became apprentices to the king, becoming his own personal band of assassins. These assassins were utilized by the government to control the people and enemies to the king often disappeared in the night, showing up weeks later dead and mangled. Ryan never paid any attention to the politics of the country, understanding that as long as he kept his head down and never insulted the king in public, he would be safe. 

"Good morning, gentlemen"

Izzy's voice echoed through the stadium, and the men turned toward the source of it. She was walking towards them from behind, wearing the same attire she had worn the day before and Ryan noticed that what was hidden beneath the table the day before was a black skirt that came to just above the knees that was slit on both sides from the hem to the waste, showing off her tan thighs.

When Izzy neared, Ryan noticed that something wasn't quite right. The edges of her figure seemed blurry and parts of her seemed to faze in and out of focus. Had he been staring at just her gorgeous body (as the other men were doing) he would have missed that this was not the real Izzy.

After realizing this, Ryan whirled around to find a volley of black darts headed in their direction. Thinking fast, he cast a weak blocking spell and watched as the dart destined for him hit some invisible barrier and disappeared, and the other darts hit their marks. 

Four grunts of pain, and one undignified yelp greeted Ryan's ears and he smiled, knowing he had past some sort of test in never letting your guard down.

"A little cliché, don't you think?" Ryan mused out loud, knowing that Izzy was nearby and would hear him.

"But an important point to make" Her voice echoed through the stadium again.

Smoke began to rise from the ground, and soon a thick cloud of it billowed in front of the men, all now turned back around. Izzy stepped out of the smoke a moment later, and it disappeared.

"Even more cliché" Ryan shook his head, smiling.

Izzy smiled back at Ryan, but frowned at the rest of the group. 

"I'm surprised you survived your tests you morons." she said insultingly. "Never let your guard down in this arena, ever. You never know what someone might hurl at you from behind."

Ryan noticed the looks coming from the other gladiators, and noticed they weren't friendly. 

"You might want to get friendly with our friend Ryan." Izzy said, also noticing the looks of contempt. "He was the only one who managed to keep up his guard; you can learn something from him."

Ryan blushed with embarrassment; he had not come here to become teacher's pet. 

"Some of you met me yesterday, but for those who didn't my name is Izzy, and I will be your trainer." Izzy said with an air of authority. "It is my job to whip you sad excuses for magicians into fighting shape, both physically and mentally."

She was now pacing up and down the line, as if addressing an army before a battle.

"Our city has fared poorly in recent games, and the King has given us an ultimatum." Izzy's tone turned serious, "Either we start winning, or you all get sent to the border. So if I was you, I'd win or make sure I die in that arena."

She paused, letting the threat sink home. Looks of anxiety spread throughout the men, and a small squeal came from the end of the line, causing Izzy to snap her head in its direction.

"What the fuck was that?" She demanded, staring down a very small looking, orange-haired adolescent of roughly 18 years of age wearing red robes.

The boy could only manage a small squeak at the sight of such an intimidating woman baring done on him.

"What's your name, boy?" Izzy growled.

"E-e-echo." The boy managed after some difficulty.

"Echo, huh. Well, Echo, you look a little lost, small thing like you would never make it as a gladiator." Izzy teased.

Something stirred in the boy, and he managed to snap out with a hint of anger, "I'll make a better gladiator than any of these men."

His response elicited a roar of laughter from the men, but Izzy seemed almost impressed with the boy's nerve. She nodded, and stepped away from the boy.

"Show me." Was all she said.

With surprising confidence, Echo nodded and stepped forward. He surveyed the other men, and seemed to lose some of that confidence as they stared him down menacingly. Taking a shuddering breath, he closed his eyes and began to chant softly. Gradually his chanting became louder, and a warm breeze picked up around him, causing his robes to billow. The breeze grew stronger, becoming a howling wind, and he had to shout over the noise it made in order to hear his own chants. 

The men watched in awe as the boy willed forward immense power. Even Izzy took a step back, a look of shock on her own face. Eventually the wind died down and Echo's chanting ceased. When he opened his eyes, a collective gasp sprang from the small group gathered. His eyes were glowing deep red, and sparks danced within their depths.

Echo raised one arm and a stream of fire ran from his hand, flowing to land on the ground where it gathered. Soon what looked like a rope of flames was wrapped around the boy's feet. As the men watched, one end of the rope rose from the ground on its own, and they realized that it was the head of a 10 foot snake composed entirely of flame.

It slithered toward the men with its head rose, letting out a hiss that sounded like water hitting a hot surface. Echo stood perfectly still, his eyes still glowing as the snake stared the men down. Suddenly it opened its mouth and lunged at the face of one of the men wearing black robes. The man yelled, and fell back, landing on his ass. 

A smile spread across Echo's face and the snake froze in mid air, mouth still opened wide. After he spoke a few words, the snake turned to ash starting from its tail and ending at its head, and it fell to the ground.

The men stared, dumbfounded, at Echo, who's eyes had ceased glowing red at the completion of the spell. The man the snake had lunged at scrambled back on his feet, annoyed at his own embarrassment. Izzy just shook her head quickly and clapped twice.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" She said excitedly, slapping Echo on the back.

Coming out of their state of shock, the other men began to clap, overwhelmingly impressed by Echo's surprising performance. The man who Echo's snake had attacked did not clap or look remotely impressed. Ryan noticed this, and knew instantly that he did not like this man.

He was tall, only a few inches shorter than Ryan, and was much skinnier and less built than him. His black hair was shaved very short, and he had dark green eyes void of warmth. His mouth was contorted into a sneer as he surveyed Echo and the men congratulating him. Catching himself staring, Ryan quickly diverted his attention elsewhere before the other man caught his eye.

"Okay, okay, settle down; time to get back to business." Izzy said, "Echo, I'm very impressed, make sure you can do that in the arena."

Echo nodded and returned to the end of the line, smiling broadly.

"Now, starting with Echo, I want you all to state your name and what discipline you studied so I can get a better understanding of who I've got to work with." 

All eyes turned toward Echo, waiting for him to start.

"Well, my name's Echo, and I studied offensive magic." 

The next man in line wore red robes as well, he ran his hand over his wavy brown hair before he spoke, "My name is Blain and I studied defensive magic."

The only man wearing brown robes was next. He was short, stocky, and bald but built and solid looking. "My name is Sydney and I studied offensive magic." 

This was surprising. Most earth magicians studied defensive magic. It would interesting to see how one approached the offensive discipline. 

Next was the man that had been attacked by Echo. "I am Malcolm and I studied offensive magic." He sneered, a touch of arrogance could be heard in his voice.

"I'm Ryan, and I was a proud student of offensive dark magic."

Finally came the man standing to Ryan's right who stood with his arms behind his back. The man was just under six feet tall, and stood perfectly straight with his chest puffed out. He was strong and clearly worked out. His strong jaw jutted slightly out and his brown hair was cut short and kept very neat. Clearly this was a proud man who cared very much about the way he carried himself.\

"My name is Seth Fastus and I proudly wore the blue sash of defense as a student." He said in a voice that was slightly higher than the normal man's.

Izzy nodded and addressed the men, "Now I will pair you up. Your partner will remain your partner for the duration of this training. You will live with your partner, you will train together every day, and you will learn from each other. By the end of these next four weeks you will help each other become true gladiators who will make this city proud."

The men looked around at each other, curious who they would be paired with.

After pacing up and down the line a few times watching the men Izzy spoke, "Echo, your partner is Sydney; Blain your partner is Malcolm; and Ryan your partner is Seth." 




The Games Ch. 02



Turning to his right, Ryan held his hand out to Seth, "Looks like we're going to be spending some quality time together."

Unfolding his arms from behind his back, Seth smiled warmly at Ryan and took his hand, shaking it firmly, "It would appear so."

After giving the men a moment to formally introduce themselves to their partner, Izzy spoke up.

"Now, report to the barracks and receive your bedding and uniform and find a room. Report back here for the official start of training in a half an hour. Dismissed." 

Turing around, Izzy left the men who turned in the other direction to make their way to the barracks. They were stopped outside a set of double doors by the man who had led Ryan to the arena's gate the two days prior. After each receiving a bundle of bedding and a uniform from a grumpy-looking old man wearing gray robes, the men walked through the doors into the circular hallway that wrapped around the arena. Turning left, the men walked down it making small talk until they reached a door that read "Barracks"

The door opened to a flight of stairs that lead down. Single file the six men walked down the stairs to a stone hallway lined with wooden doors spaced about ten feet apart on each side. Ryan walked down to the end of the hallway to the last door on the left with Seth following behind. He turned the knob on the door and walked inside. 

The room was small, with two beds on either side of it. Above each bed was a wooden shelf and on the far wall a wooden bar was suspended from the ceiling, supposedly for clothes. A brightly glowing orb lit by magic hung from the ceiling from a short metal chain.

"Home sweet home." Seth said, and placed his bedding on the bed on the right. 

Smiling, Ryan placed his own bedding on the remaining bed. He knew that gladiators lived in the arena, but he did not miss his family home at all. It carried too many bad memories for him and he had left it in Shamus' care, confident that he would look after it.

"So, how about Izzy? Man, is she hot or what?" Ryan said, raising his eyebrows at Seth.

Cocking an eyebrow Seth said, "She is very attractive, but I would not get my hopes up, she is here to train us, not fornicate with us."

This response made Ryan burst out laughing, which brought a look of puzzlement to Seth's face.

"I don't see what's funny about that." He said, frowning.

"It's not what you said, it's how you said it that's funny." Ryan smiled, "You're so PROPER." 

"My parents did not raise me in a barn is all." 

"Man, if you can't get down and dirty with your speech, how do you expect to do so in the arena?"

"I assure you, Ryan; I can certainly get down and dirty in the arena, but do so in dignified manner."

Ryan laughed again, "There is nothing dignified about being a gladiator. They're cold-blooded killers, that's their JOB."

"I'll just have to prove it to you then. Now, get your uniform on or we'll be late to training."

Ryan removed his robes and put on his uniform.

The gladiator's uniform was designed for comfort and maneuverability, but didn't have much in the way of defense. Ryan's uniform resembled a black cotton kilt that came down halfway to his knees secured to the waste by a simple leather belt with a large obsidian buckle. On his feet were thick, black leather boots tipped with a steel toe. There was no upper garment, the men fought bare-chested. 

Ryan expected Seth to feel uncomfortable in such revealing attire, but the man stood just as proud as ever, and Ryan could see why. The man was not as lean as Ryan, but more built, with defined pectorals and a very visible six pack. He was golden tan, and Ryan was surprised that such a cultured and proud man would be so solid.

"Shall we go then?" Seth asked, and Ryan nodded in reply and the pair walked back down the hallway up the stairs and reentered the arena where the other men were already standing, and they fell into line.

Izzy surveyed the men standing before her in their uniforms. Her eyes roamed over every muscle on the men standing before her, and she felt her arousal growing at the sight. It had been too long since she had been with anyone and she longed for a man to be inside her once again.

She continued to scan the men and she paused when she came to Ryan. He stood out among the others, as he was the tallest and had the most well-defined muscles, even if he was not as built as some of the others. His skin was also a deep tan, and her heart quickened at the thought of running her mouth along every inch of it. 

With caution, Ryan watched Izzy stare at his body and began to wonder if he would indeed find himself in bed with her. Slowly Izzy walked up to Ryan and walked around him in a circle before pausing behind him.

"Now this is a gladiator." She said, grabbing his shoulders, "Lean, and muscled; maneuverability and strength."

She ran her hands down Ryan's arms and back up, sending shivers through his body as his cock twitched at the touch. Izzy came back around to face Ryan and looked into his eyes, arousal sparking there and raised one hand to lie on his chest. She trailed the fingertips of her other hand down Ryan's chest and over his hard stomach pausing briefly after reaching the top of his belt. Exhaling heavily she reluctantly removed her hand from his chest and turned to return to her place before the crowd.

The delicate touch of Izzy's fingers had sent blood rushing to his cock, causing it to instantly harden. As he stared into her blue eyes, he decided that he would find himself in her bed by the end of the week (if not the day) and he doubted it would be a difficult task.

Noticing Ryan's obvious erection, Seth nudged Ryan and said, "Perhaps you will get to sleep with her."

Hearing him but saying nothing, Ryan decided he would approach Izzy as soon as they could be alone and see just how easy getting in her pants would prove.

"Pair up, men; it's time to start today's training." Izzy ordered, with just a hint of tremble in her voice as she was clearly still aroused.

The gladiator's broke off into pairs and awaited further instruction.

"You all trained under a specific discipline as is required by tradition." Izzy stated, "However, a gladiator must be able to both attack and defend himself. So today I want you to spar with each other, but use only spells opposite of the discipline you studied."

She let her instructions sink in, and watched as the men's faces fell, displaying a lack of confidence in their ability to perform such a task. Izzy didn't care, these men needed to train hard in order to be ready for the arena in four weeks time, and that meant stepping out of their comfort zones and learning the necessary skills. 

"Get ready.............begin."

There was silence as the men tried to figure out where to begin. It was Seth that made the first move, throwing a single, weak dark of black magic at Ryan. Remembering a simple reflection spell he had read about at some point, Ryan managed to send the dark back at Seth. This action surprised Seth and he was unable to react as the projectile hit him full in the face. 

"Well, this isn't good." Seth said, frowning, "That didn't hurt one bit."

The other men were having similar issues, and all Echo and Sydney had managed to do was each produce a weak barrier that protected them from absolutely nothing.

Shaking her head in frustration Izzy called for them to stop.

"Is this the best you can do? Has your training become so specialized that not one of you defensive magicians can produce an effective offensive spell? And you others, what good is a shield going to do against your opponent, do you expect them to run full speed at you and knock themselves unconscious against it?"

Ashamed, the men found it hard to meet Izzy's gaze.

"Since sparing isn't working out, perhaps you could teach each other some spells." Izzy suggested, "Echo and Sydney, I'll teach you both. Now, get to it, and I expect in an hour's time you'll be able to show me what you've learned."

Ryan spent the next hour learning two spells from Seth. The first was a reflecting spell like he had used earlier, but could reflect much stronger spells. The second was a handy spell that could create a shield of dark energy that the caster held in his hand, much like a manufactured shield. It would protect against blows from physical objects such as weapons and conjured projectiles.

In return, Ryan taught Shamus two spells as well. The first was one that conjured a volley of black spikes that were self-aiming and that caused immense pain when they stuck their targets. The second one was a spell that produced lightning bolts that flowed from the castor's hands. They were difficult to aim, but when they hit they could dole out some serious damage. 

After the hour was up, Izzy instructed the men to spar again, and was impressed at how fast the men learned and how much better their performances were. The victors ended up being Sydney, Malcolm, and Ryan. After congratulations were given, the men were dismissed to the mess hall.

Ryan waited for the other men to leave, and told Seth that he would catch up with them later. He had watched as Izzy disappeared through a wooden door at the end of training. It was this door that he slipped through after the other men had disappeared. He found himself in a long hallway with a single door at the end. Curious, Ryan walked down the hallway, his boots echoing on the stone floor. When he reached the far door, he turned the knob slowly, and peeked inside. 

The room was brightly lit with black candles covering an obsidian altar. In the center of this alter a golden statue of a dragon was glinting in the light of the candles. Izzy was kneeling before the altar with her head thrown back and her palms facing the heavens. She was mouthing something, and was clearly praying to some god.

Not wanting to disturb her prayers, Ryan slowly closed the door, but it creaked loudly before he could get it all the way closed. Izzy's eyes snapped open, and she turned to see who the intruder was. After recognizing Ryan, she smiled and beckoned him back.

"Come in, Ryan, no need to leave." 

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea that you were praying or I would not have followed you here." Ryan apologized, stepping into the room nonetheless. 

"It's no problem, close the door behind you." Izzy said, standing up.

Ryan complied and met Izzy in the center of the room.

"So what god is that?" He asked, gesturing at the statue of the dragon.

"Larcerta, goddess of the arena." She answered, "Also goddess of the sky, the planets, and..." 

She came to stand mere inches in front of Ryan, her eyes staring sensually up at him.

"Sexuality." She breathed, raising her left hand to trail its fingertips down Ryan's right arm.

"An appropriate goddess for such a gorgeous woman." Ryan said, staring down into her blue eyes, his cock standing at full attention at her delicate touch.

They continued to stare into each other's eyes for a moment. Then, Ryan bent his head and captured Izzy's mouth in his. The kiss was gentle at first, but became more urgent. His tongue prodded at her lips and she opened her mouth eagerly stroking her tongue along his.

Ryan grabbed Izzy's ass possessively and brought her hips to grind against his erection. She moaned into his mouth at this sudden act and in turn wrapped her arms around his neck. 

The feeling of his cock rubbing against her bare stomach with only a single piece of cloth separating the two sent a rush of moisture to Izzy's pussy. She continued to kiss Ryan, but moved from his mouth and started trailing hot kisses across his neck. He grunted his approval, and started to push Izzy toward the wall. After a few steps, she felt her body hit the cold stone wall and she gasped at the sensation. 

Pinning her against the wall, Ryan ground his hips roughly against Izzy's, and felt the heat of her arousal. Kissing her neck, he moved one hand down and reached under her skirt. He could feel the heat radiating off of her sex from a few inches away, and he knew that she was extremely aroused. Continuing to trail hot kisses along her neck he, found her clit and began to rub it using his thumb. Immediately she let out a loud moan and ground her hips against his hand. While continuing to rub her clit, he probed her entrance with his middle finger and then sank it into her depths. Another moan escaped from Izzy's lips as he began to work his finger in and out of her, pushing up on her upper wall as he did so. 

Izzy began breathing hard as Ryan slipped another finger inside of her. They were pushing up on her, searching for her g-spot. She had gripped Ryan's hard shoulders when he first started probing her depths and was now digging her nails into them as his fingers found her g-spot. Letting out a low scream, Izzy came around Ryan's hand, soaking it in her juices. After a while her orgasm subsided, and Ryan removed his fingers from her. She once again brought her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily, eager for more. 

Just then a loud knock was heard on the door to the room. The couple continued to kiss and grind their hips together, trying to ignore the intruder, but another knock came, louder than the first. Ceasing her movement, Izzy loud out a frustrated groan and gently pushed Ryan aside. 

"Who is it?" She asked, her voice a little hoarse. 

"The Director." Came a loud, deep voice.

"SHIT!" Izzy exclaimed quietly, fixing her hair and straightening her skirt, "One minute!" She called out to the Director. 

Her thighs were soaked in her cum, and she used a quick washing spell to remove most of it. Remembering Ryan, she turned to him, who had been standing there in terror, knowing that if the Director of Occupations found him fingering his trainer he would be sent directly to the border for inappropriate coupling. 

"I'm so sorry, Ryan." Izzy apologized, "Let me cloak you, just stand in the corner and don't make a sound!"

Waving a hand in front of him, Izzy cast a cloaking spell on Ryan and whispered, "To be continued.", and hurried to open the door.

As soon as the door was open, the Director let himself in. 

"I was told I would be able to find you here, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything." He said, scanning the room suspiciously.

"No of course not, Sir, I was just finishing up my daily prayers." Izzy lied, hoping the Director would buy it.

"Ah, yes, I had forgotten you were a devote follower of Larcerta." 

"Always have been, Sir. So what can I do for you?"

The Director had made his way to the altar and was examining the statue of the dragon intently as he spoke, "I just stopped by to see how the first day of training went." He turned to look at Izzy, "Do the recruits seem promising?"

Glancing at the corner where Ryan was hidden Izzy nodded, "Yes, very promising, they're fast learners."

"Well that's good to hear, I hope they manage to impress in the arena as well." The Director said, still scanning the room as if he knew someone else was present. "How is Ryan?"

Jumping at the mention of Ryan's name, Izzy answered too quickly, "What about Ryan?"

Satisfied the room was empty save the two of them, the Director turned to face Izzy, "I asked how he was. Was he able to live up to expectations?"

"Oh yes, he is very capable." Izzy said, not adding her thought "In more ways than one."

"Good, good..." The Director said absently, looking around the room one last time, "Well, I must be off, but the King wants a report on the gladiators weekly, so I will be back again at the completion of this week."

Izzy nodded she understood, and crossed the room to open the door for the Director.

"Thank you for stopping by, Sir, I look forward to your next visit."

The Director bowed slightly and exited the room, and walked slowly down the hallway and back out into the arena.

"That was close." Came a man's voice from behind her, and Izzy nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Fuck! Ryan, don't sneak up on me like that." Izzy blushed, embarrassed at her reaction.

"Oh, I'm sorry; did you forget I was in here?" He teased, stepping closer to wrap his arms around her from behind, caressing her stomach.

"How could I forget that?" Izzy smiled, closing her eyes as the feeling of his strong hands on her bare stomach and his hard cock pushing against her ass.

She turned around, still surrounded by Ryan's strong arms and pulled his face to hers. The couple kissed, and moisture once again rushed to Izzy's pussy. After a moment, she pulled back from the kiss and whispered, "Follow me."

Unwrapping Ryan's arms from around her, Izzy walked over to the altar and stood on the left side of it. After she muttered a few words, the stone wall vanished and a wooden door stood in its place.

Opening the door, she beckoned for Ryan to follow her through it. He complied and the couple found themselves standing outside of the arena in a narrow alleyway. Ryan waited for Izzy to mask the door again. When she had finished, she grabbed Ryan's hand and walked briskly down the alley, pausing at a door at the end of it. Again she whispered a few words, and the door swung inwards, allowing them access. 

Inside was staircase that led upward. Izzy ascended the stairs and Ryan followed behind, admiring her ass and pinching it playfully. She squealed and ran up the rest of the stairs to throw open another door. Behind this door was a small, one-room apartment with a small wood stove, a large armchair, shelves loaded with books and knick knacks, and a very comfortable looking bed. 

After closing the door behind her, Izzy decided it was time to have a little fun. Whirling around, she attacked Ryan, crushing her mouth against his. Gently, she pushed him back through her small apartment until the back of his legs bumped against the bed. She giggled against mouth, and shoved hard against his chest so he fell back onto the bed. 

After falling onto the bed, Ryan pushed his way back so that his head rested on the pillows on the head of it. He watched as Izzy crawled up the bed on her hands and knees, a wicked smile playing on her lips until she reached his side. 

Sitting up on her knees, Izzy looked down at Ryan's body and grinned, letting her hair fall around her face. Moving quickly, she straddled his hips, rubbing her hot sex over his abs.

Reaching up, Ryan hands worked at the clasp that held the then strip of cloth over her breasts, but could find no way to undo it. Growling in frustration, he wrapped his fist around it and pulled hard, ripping the garment away from her in one piece. Her breasts were small, but perky, and were tipped with small pink nipples that were now erect with arousal. 

When Ryan had ripped her clothes from her, Izzy gasped and released a wave of moisture at the animalistic action. Finding that her skirt was now a hassle, she reached down and unclasped it at her side, and sat up a little to pull it off from around her waist. Now that she was completely naked, she could feel Ryan's hard flesh against her moist pussy, and the feeling caused her to moan in pleasure. 

Ryan sat up and backed up to lean against the wall behind him with Izzy still straddling his hips. Kissing her deeply, he gently grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and caressed it. He heard her moan into his mouth again, and felt a dribble of moisture on his stomach from her lower lips. His cock was uncomfortably tight now, and was relieved when Izzy broke the kiss and started to trail kisses first down his neck, and then lower. As she planted soft kisses across his chest and abs, Izzy slid down the length of his legs and knelt between them.

Izzy tasted his hard body with her mouth as she neared her goal. When she arrived at his belt, she hastily undid it and slid the garment down his thighs, releasing his hard cock. Hastily, she pushed the garment down the rest of the way, and Ryan kicked it off to the floor. After licking her lips hungrily, Izzy bent down and ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip of his head, lapping up a small drop of pre-cum that had formed there. With the initial taste of Ryan's sex in her mouth, Izzy wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and swallowed about half of his length in her hot mouth.




The Games Ch. 02



The feeling of Izzy's mouth on his cock made Ryan growl in arousal. When she started to suck, Ryan bucked his hips upward, trying to get as much of him inside her wet mouth as he could. She gagged at the sudden gesture, but quickly adjusted and began sucking three quarters of his length. For a few moments she continued to suck on Ryan's cock, and Ryan closed his eyes and leaned his head back to rest against the wall, savoring the feeling of her wet, hot mouth pleasuring him. 

After a while, Ryan felt himself reaching climax, and he gently grabbed Izzy's shoulders, pushing her away from his cock. 

"Lay down." He commanded, and Izzy complied, moving to lay beside him, her legs spread to reveal her glistening sex.

Ryan crawled between Izzy's legs and blew lightly into her naval. Her hips bucked upward at the sensation, and she moaned in arousal. Starting just above her naval, Ryan kissed a hot trail up across her toned stomach and between her breasts, finishing with planting passionate kisses across her neck. 

Having enough of the sensual torture Ryan was enacting on her, Izzy ran her hand down her stomach and across her sex until she grasped his manhood. After running his thick head over her moist lips, she positioned it outside her entrance. She gasped as he entered her, his thick cock stretching her tight walls in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"How long has it been since you've been with a man?" Ryan heatedly asked against her neck.

"Too long, now shut up and fuck me hard." Izzy moaned.

Not needing to hear another word, Ryan withdrew halfway from Izzy's tight sex. He thrust again hard, and she gasped for a second time, but this one was followed by a low moan. Again and again Ryan thrust into her, gaining speed. 

Izzy's moans turned into cries of pleasure as Ryan's thick cock continuously penetrated her depths. She wrapped her arms under Ryan's which were planted on either side of her body and she roamed them over his muscular back, lightly scraping her nails over his flesh. Feeling aggressive now, she pushed against his chest and, getting the message, Ryan wrapped his arms around her back and flipped them both so he was now on the bottom again. 

Continuing to thrust upward into her hot sex, Ryan moaned as he felt Izzy's breasts rub over his bare chest as she kissed his mouth and neck. He could feel himself getting close, and was relieved when he felt her stiffen as her orgasm gripped her. Juices ran from her pussy and dripped down Ryan's shaft and over his balls, pooling on the sheets. She sat up and planted her palms on either side of his chest for support and cried in ecstasy as her walls spasmed around Ryan's cock. 

The combined smell of sex, taste of Ryan's sweat soaked skin, and the feeling of his hard body against her had caused Izzy to slip over the edge and into orgasm. As soon as hers subsided, his began. Shot after shot of hot cum erupted from his cock as he groaned, soaking her inner walls. After what seemed like hours his orgasm faded too and she felt him start to soften. After pulling herself off his softening cock, Izzy crouched over Ryan's hard, smooth stomach.

Ryan watched as their combined fluids dribbled from Izzy's pussy and onto his abs. He groaned as the hot liquid excited his flesh. 

Grinning broadly, Izzy moved to kneel beside Ryan. Bending down, her tongue snaked out and she licked the fluids she had just deposited on Ryan's skin into her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. After swirling the sweet and salty mixture in her mouth a bit, she swallowed and laughed at Ryan's look astonishment.

"You are a dirty, dirty girl." He said, and sat up to capture her lips in his, tasting the barest hints of the mixture still in her mouth.

Izzy giggled and lay back, bringing Ryan with her as she noticed his cock was hard once again. 

They continued to make out as Ryan pounded her pussy for a second time. This time, before he came he pulled out of her and stood up on the bed, stroking his cock furiously with his hand. After a moment he came and thick ropes of cum erupted from his head, landing all over Izzy; her stomach, her breasts, her face, and even in her hair. 

The feeling of hot cum covering her body caused Izzy to climax for a second time. After Ryan had finished cumming, he had lain beside Izzy and that is where he now resided. Izzy quickly moved to straddle his torso as she came, and it pooled just beneath his chest, running down his sides in slow rivulets, with his own come joining it as it slid down her belly. She lied down, covering Ryan's body with hers and rubbed their bodies together, mixing their cum together and creating a hot, sticky mess. After she was satisfied, Izzy rolled off him and lay beside him.

"I've never been with someone who likes it so messy." Ryan said, astonished and slightly intrigued at the feeling of his body covered with both his and her cum. 

"Well, I don't always, but once in a while I like to get really dirty." She grinned mischievously at her own words.

Ryan laughed and got up and cast a cleansing spell over his entire body, and did the same to her. After they were free of their sticky mess, Ryan pulled back the covers and the couple crawled under them. Izzy moved to snuggle against him, laying her head on his chest, rubbing her hand across his abs. 

"What am I going to tell Seth when he asked where I was last night?" Ryan asked, grinning at the thought.

"Just tell him I gave you some..." She giggled, "special training."

"He'll love that." Ryan said, and laughed softly.

Suddenly, Izzy felt exhausted and she muttered softly to turn off the magic orbs that hung from her ceiling, plunging them into darkness. Soon she could feel Ryan's chest rise and fall to the heavy breathing of sleep, and she smiled and snuggled closer to him.

"Good night, Ryan." She whispered and soon fell into her own deep sleep.

On the other side of the city, King Slade paced quickly back and forth in his throne room. He had just received word from the Director of Occupations that there was a promising young gladiator named Ryan Mortalitus who had just been recruited. At the time the King had acted happy and relieved that a possible champion had finally made his way to this arena, but a tight knot of fear had formed in his stomach when he found out the gladiator was a black magician.

Years ago, a black prophet had told him that his reign would be ended by a champion of The Games, and that this champion would practice the same art as the King. The King had not believed the prophet then, and he did not believe the prophet now, but still he worried. 

"Get a hold of yourself." The King angrily told himself, "Go see the prophet tomorrow and see what he has to say, and then you can rest easy."

Voicing his decision out loud put the King's mind slightly at ease, and he left to find his wife knowing that a good fuck would calm his nerves even more. But deep inside him, he knew the storm clouds were gathering, and he was determined to stop the rain from falling too hard. 

To be continued...