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Gladiatress Pt. 01

By: nightvoice2



Introduction

Three hundred years from now, the world is very different. The Great War has decimated the human population and left large areas of desolated nuclear wasteland. The war destroyed most of civilisation's infrastructure leading to the Great Fuel Crisis as the world ran desperately short of stocks of fossil fuels. At the same time, global warming has turned most of the earth's surface into desert, and water has become a precious commodity. Large population centres were completely decimated and survivors have been forced out into the wilderness: most now live in areas of jungles, countryside and deserts to avoid the threat of radiation sickness.

The peoples of the world are scattered across the globe and have collected together in gangs or tribes, seeking safety in numbers. As a result, civilisation has regressed to a medieval feudal society where the strong rule over the weak and life can be brutal and short. Selen counted herself lucky to live in a desert town like Taraath which, as well as an elected town council, had its own well and a diesel generator to provide electricity at night.

The sun shone relentlessly from the cloudless blue sky, its harsh light reflecting off the red sandstone walls that seemed to rise straight up out of the baking hot sand of the arid plains. In the far distance vultures lazily circled, effortlessly hanging in the air as they rode the warm currents rising from a rocky outcrop.

The guard stood on top of one of the thick walls, leaning on his shield. He removed his thick leather helmet and mopped the sweat from his brow. It was a market day and from the city-side of the wall he could hear the sounds of the many souks: the loud chattering of the townspeople going about their daily business, traders shouting about their wares, the persistent beggars, excitable dogs barking in the distance. The smell of the town was carried on the warm, dry air: the aroma of exotic spices and roasting meat from the many food stalls made him realise how hungry he was. He shaded his eyes and looked out over the domes and minarets protruding above the dusty roofs. In the middle distance was the biggest market, the slave market, which would be at its busiest this weekend. Beneath him was an area known as "el n'makhta", which roughly translated as "the streets where everything is for sale" in the local dialect. A maze of narrow alleys filled with men in traditional white robes and women in colourful headscarves. Shop owners lurked in shady doorways and tried to lure passers-by into their shops by promising rock bottom prices for precious stones, exotic animals, illicit drugs, home-brewed alcohol, girls of whatever size or colour you wanted. Whatever you needed, you could get it there for the right price. 

Outside the thick stone walls, he watched as the tribesmen erected their tents near the cool shade of the ramparts. Beneath him were the Osensi tribe, a small peaceful tribe with thirty or forty white tents that spilled out into the bright sunlight. Further down the wall, he could see the dark red tents of the larger and more hostile Na'inari tribe and beyond that the pale blue tents of the Jalengi. He could see the smoke from the campfires of another three or four tribes camped on the other side of the town walls near the north entrance. 

He watched as groups of tribesmen and women gathered outside the large wooden gates of the south entrance. As their numbers swelled, they waved their arms as they shouted up at him impatiently and repeatedly rang the small bell next to the gates. He sighed, took a swig of lukewarm water from his canteen then descended the creaking wooden steps and, along with his colleague, slowly heaved open the gates. It had been like this all day; large numbers of people coming into the town for the annual festival, and the guards had been instructed that every man, woman and camel had to be searched for weapons. The town council was determined that there wasn't to be any fighting between the tribes like last year.

Near the large fountain in the town centre, the early evening sun baked the corrugated tin roof of the bar until it groaned and creaked. Selen could feel the oppressive heat radiating down from it as she served drinks to the hordes of customers. She'd been on her feet since 3 o'clock and was already looking forward to the end of her shift. Because of the extra demand, she'd agreed to work till midnight at twice her usual rate. She noticed the stranger at the end of the bar lean forward and push his empty glass towards her. A group of locals had been drinking since mid-day and they laughed and joked loudly. She had to dodge their outstretched hands as she passed them. 

"Come here," laughed one of the swarthy men, "I fancy some white meat for dinner tonight!"

She sighed. It had been like that ever since she left the orphanage and started working here three years ago, her fair skin and blonde hair making her stand out from the darker-skinned locals wherever she was.

"So I hear you're fighting in the tournament tomorrow," the stranger said. 

"That's right," Selen said, taking a bottle of the local spirit from under the counter and refilling his glass. 

"Hey, didn't I see you fight last year?" he asked. 

"Maybe. I competed last year, and the year before. Made it to the final round last year but..." Selen left the words hanging in the air still unable to accept her ultimate defeat. 

"That's tough, sounds like you're desperate to get into the academy," he replied. 

"Yeah, so I'm trying again this year but if I don't make it maybe I'll just have to accept it's not for me and find something else to do with my life."

Selen looked him up and down as he raised the glass to his lips and downed the fiery liquid in one gulp. It was clear from his toned, athletic build that he was here to fight too, probably one of the many fighters who made a living on the circuit. He was tall with dark eyes and olive-coloured skin. His dark, wiry hair matched his wiry but athletic frame. He looked like the kind of man who had a 'girlfriend' in every town on the fighting circuit. 

"So you're a fighter too?" she asked, noting the twinkle in his eyes as he placed his empty glass on the bar. 

"Yeah, I've come to town just for the fight tomorrow. I'm hoping to get into the academy too. I'm Hassan by the way," he said, offering his hand.

"Selen" she replied, taking it. He held her hand for a little longer than necessary their eyes meeting across the counter. She couldn't help noticing that despite his name and dark skin, there was something western about his blue/grey eyes and his accent and she wondered if he was mixed race, like her. 

"Hey how about some service down here, white meat!" one of the regulars shouted, making Selen jump back and pull her hand free. 

"A man could die of thirst around here," he grumbled to no-one in particular as she refilled his glass.

---

After the war, society had regressed and become more brutal, and primitive sports like boxing and wrestling had become increasingly popular. Especially in desert areas where outdoor sports simply weren't practical. The academy was the town school for gladiators, split into male and female halves. Once they graduated, even ordinary professional fighters could make a comfortable living. The top fighters were idolised by fans and could earn huge amounts of money. This made the schools very popular and usually students could only get in by buying a scholarship, which meant that most places went to teenagers with wealthy parents. If you were poor, the only way of getting in was to win one of the qualifying tournaments and this was Selen's last chance this year. Her only chance to get away from doing this demeaning bar work and do what she felt she was born to do. She was already twenty-two and she felt time was slipping away.

This weekend was the highlight of the annual festival of light. There had been street markets all week and the town was packed with traders from all over the country, including the elders of all the local tribes. Tomorrow, there was the big slave market and on Sunday there was a big music and dance event. But tomorrow evening was the highlight: the wrestling competition at the arena attached to the academy. 

Selen had been busy all week, training hard and working extra hours as the bar owner had promised to pay her double her usual rate. He had plenty of money right now. He'd rented out all the rooms behind the bar at treble the standard rate, including hers, so she was staying with her sister at the moment.

As the evening came, the temperature dropped from very hot to just hot. As the customers thinned out Hassan pushed his empty glass across the bar shaking his head when she offered him a refill. 

"Yeah, I definitely remember you from last year" he said, sounding slightly slurred "you were good." 

"Thanks" she replied. 

"Yeah, great physique, great technique, very agile" 

"You're too kind, feel free to carry on" she joked as she polished a glass. 

"I think the only thing I thought you lacked was a bit of heart" 

"Heart?" 

"Yeah, a bit of aggression, a will to win whatever the cost"

"I prefer to rely on good technique and fitness," she said, bristling slightly at his criticism. 

"Well you know, that'll get you so far but tomorrow everyone you fight will have good technique. No, at this level it comes down to who wants it most." 

"You think?" 

"Yeah, this is your dream, you've got to grab it Selen. Do whatever it takes, you've got to know what you want, then take it" he said, thumping his fist against the bar's surface passionately.

"I guess you're right..." she said. 

"You want to be working here all your life?" he said, casting his eyes around the bar. 

"I guess not" she replied thoughtfully as she polished the bar top then noticed one of the regulars trying to get her attention. "Anyway, I've got to go but maybe I'll see you tomorrow." 

"OK, maybe we can get a drink afterwards" he said, getting up, then turned back to her. 

"One more thing: be wary of the girls from the tribes. I've done that circuit. It pays well but they don't fight like us town-dwellers. They fight dirty, and if you want to win you have to be prepared to fight dirty too" 

---

The next day Selen got up early and checked in at the academy. All of the fighters that wanted to stay overnight were assigned rooms and Selen seemed to have got lucky. It turned out that most of the trainees were away on their summer break and she'd been assigned a huge room that would normally sleep four. It had a large sleeping area, nearly a third of the room covered with several large futons and scatter cushions. The rest of the wooden floor and some of the bare walls were covered by colourful, intricately-patterned rugs. A large window was cut into the thick walls.

The other end of the room was dominated by a large table and six chairs. Hanging over the back of one of the chairs were her official tournament uniforms. Both uniforms were Lycra and the rules stated that the contestants could wear nothing else, not even boots. Fighters from Taraath normally wore green and so her 'day' uniform was a tight white cut-off t-shirt and lime green shorts. Selen decided to try them on and soon she stood in front of the full length mirror in the adjoining bathroom. She was a quite tall, slender blonde with a trim athletic figure. The "t-shirt" was more like a sports bra and it clung tightly to her chest doing little to hide the swell of her cupcake breasts. The 'shorts' were more like hot pants and they clung tightly to her pert buttocks like a second skin. As revealing as it was, it wasn't as revealing as her 'night' uniform, a tiny green bikini. She held it up between her hands: the top was just two small triangles of material held together with spaghetti-thin straps! Well, she thought, maybe she wouldn't make it to the final stages and she'd be spared the embarrassment of wearing it in public. 

She changed back into her street clothes then unpacked a few possessions and walked down to the notice boards at the bottom of the stairs where they'd posted details of the first round of fights. She quickly ran her finger down the list till she found her name and noted that she'd been paired with "Na'ina", a name she didn't recognise. 

"Sounds like she's from the Na'inari tribe" said a voice behind her. She turned around to see a girl with a similar frame to her but slightly stockier and shorter, her glossy brunette hair cut in a neat bob. Selen noticed her fingernails were painted the same bright orange as her shorts. The girl looked vaguely familiar. 

"Did we fight last year?" she asked. 

"Yeah, you beat me in the second round but no hard feelings, eh? I'm Melea," she said smiling and offering her hand. Selen shook it. 

"You were really good, it was quite close, wasn't it?" Selen replied, recalling the difficult but ultimately triumphant tussle. 

"Not close enough for my liking" she said, and laughed revealing even white teeth. They chatted for a few minutes, Selen warming to Melea's friendliness and optimism before she made her excuses so she could get ready.

Round 1

Selen waited nervously in the tunnel. It was late afternoon and she could hear the crowd cheering the final stages of the previous contest. She glanced across at her opponent, who she guessed was about twenty years old. An attractive girl with thick dark curly hair, dark brown almond-shaped eyes, thick black eyelashes and smooth, even skin the colour of faded leather. She had a gold nose stud, lips that seemed set in a permanent pout and was dressed similarly to Selen in a tight white t-shirt and blood red shorts, the colour of the Na'inari tribe.

The tunnel led out onto the arena, a large powder blue circular fighting area surrounded by concentric circles of steeply raked wooden benches. They followed the referee out and Selen felt the springy rubber surface beneath her bare feet. It was still quite early in the day and the benches were only three-quarters full. The three middle-aged male judges wearing their dark-purple ceremonial robes sat apart from the other spectators to one side. "In the green shorts, a local favourite fighting out of Taraath... please welcome Selen!" the referee shouted, and Selen raised her hands in the air and waved as the crowd applauded politely. 

"And in the red shorts from the Na'inari tribe...please welcome Na'ina!" he continued. Her opponent accepted the cheers of the crowd by striking a pose and flexing her impressive biceps. She was shorter than Selen but looked a lot stronger and Selen resolved to try not to get drawn into battles of strength on the floor. 

"This is a standard 'day' fight; the winner is decided by a submission or two falls. Now I want a good clean fight," the referee said to them, "no spitting, punching, kicking, biting, gauging or hair-pulling. Is that understood?" Selen nodded. 

"Whatever" her opponent said, turning and casually waving to someone in the crowd. The referee looked over at the judges. The head judge nodded and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Now fight!" he shouted, bringing his hands together as he stepped back.

They circled each other warily for the first few moments, sizing each other up, each trying to grab each other's wrists. 

"Come on bitch, let's see what you got," the girl taunted, suddenly lunging at Selen aggressively. Instinctively Selen grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, twisting her body at the same time and throwing the girl over her hip. The crowd cheered as the girl hit the floor with a loud thud. 

"Think that's clever, huh?" the girl snarled scrambling to her feet and running back at Selen. Selen repeated the trick using the girl's momentum to once again propel her over her hip, the girl's firm backside thudding onto the rubber matting even more loudly. 

"You wait till I get hold of you, bitch," she snarled, springing to her feet again as the spectators behind her pointed and laughed.

This time she rushed at Selen and managed to grab her legs so that they fell to the floor together, arms and legs entangled. This is what Selen had been trying to avoid and soon the superior strength of the girl showed as she slowly manoeuvred herself behind Selen and tugged her arms behind her back. They were both in a sitting position now, Selen in front and held between Na'ina's legs which were wrapped around her stomach, her ankles locked together. She groaned, feeling the breath squeezed out of her as the girl's thick muscular thighs squeezed her torso. She wriggled and struggled but couldn't stop the girl pulling her arms behind her back rendering her helpless. 

"Not so clever now, are you bitch? Huh?" her opponent growled, her lips brushing Selen's ear. With the blonde's arms folded together, Na'ina could hold both wrists in one hand, leaving her other hand free to lightly slap Selen's face as she taunted her, trying to provoke a reaction from Selen, trying to make her lose her composure.

"Nice hair" she said, roughly tugging the clip from Selen's scalp so that her long blond hair spilled over her shoulders. 

"Nice and strong" she taunted as she grabbed a handful of Selen's blonde locks and pulled her head back painfully. 

"Nice tits too" she said crudely, her hand squeezing one of Selen's boobs through her tight t-shirt. Selen noticed that she had a large tattoo of a scorpion on the inside of her wrist as the girl's hand firmly squeezed the swell of her breast.

Selen felt herself blushing and looked up to see the spectators' reactions. They happened to have landed so that they were facing a group of young men. Although it was only late afternoon, it looked like they were already on their fifth or sixth beer of the day and they cheered and whooped excitedly as Na'ina's hand groped her breasts lewdly. 

"What do you think boys? Nice tits, huh?" Na'ina shouted and they cheered even more loudly as the girl roughly fondled her boobs through the thin Lycra. 

"Get it off!" one of the lads shouted, spilling his beer as drunkenly stood up.

"Yeah, take her shirt off!" his friends shouted excitedly.

"Hey what are you doing? Careful!" Selen exclaimed feeling the girl's hand tug the bottom of her t-shirt up over her stomach. 

"Off! Off! Off!" the lads started to chant, clapping their hands excitedly. She struggled but Na'ina still had a vice-like grip on her wrists and without warning yanked her t-shirt upwards revealing her pert, young boobs. 

"Yay! Woo! Great tits!" the lads cheered wildly, all of them standing up now and punching the air.

"Hey, referee, do something!" Selen shouted angrily. "There's nothing in the rules stopping her doing this" he shouted back over the noise of the crowd, shrugging his shoulders as he ogled her naked breasts jiggling as she struggled furiously to free her arms.

"What's the matter slut?" Na'ina teased, her hand stroking the smooth skin, "I hear you work at a local bar so I'm sure it's nothing these men haven't seen before". 

"No! Stop! Bitch!" squealed Selen as the girl's fingers pinched one of her nipples painfully, finally provoking a reaction from her.

"Why not submit now and save yourself from further humiliation?" Na'ina asked as her skilful fingers tweaked and squeezed Selen's sensitive nipples until they were swollen and hard. 

"More! More! More!" chanted the lads, clapping their hands. 

"Come on, submit and I'll let you go" she whispered, grabbing a fistful of golden hair and tugging Selen's head back. 

"Never!" gasped Selen defiantly. With her shoulders and head pulled back, her back was arched and her boobs were pushed outwards and she felt herself face burning, blushing furiously at the humiliation. Now Na'ina tugged her backwards so that she was lying flat on top of her, her arms still trapped between their bodies. 


Gladiatress Pt. 01



"Yeah, well maybe you'll feel differently without your shorts, bitch" Na'ina countered, her free hand sliding down over her captive's stomach and fingering with the waistband of her shorts.

"Get 'em off! Off! Off! Off!" the lads started chanting again, thrilled at the prospect of seeing the rest of Selen's lithe young body. Some of the other male spectators also joined in, eager at seeing something to tell their friends about. 

"I don't know why you're struggling I hear you're anybody's for the price of a drink, slut" Na'ina hissed as her fingertips pushed at the waistband. 

Selen struggled desperately, suddenly very conscious that she was wearing nothing beneath her shorts. Luckily, she was taller than her opponent and Na'ina couldn't quite reach far enough. As the girl tried to adjust her position so that she could reach, Selen felt a tremendous rage boil up inside her. Anger at the dirty tactics of her opponent, anger at the useless referee and anger at the drunken rednecks in the crowd all came together to form a righteous sense of injustice. She remembered what Hassan had said the night before about the having the will to win and doing anything to achieve her goal and she began to struggle desperately, catching Na'ina off guard and finally feeling her arms released as her opponent fell backwards. She scrambled to her feet and quickly tugged her shirt down over her boobs as Na'ina rushed her again tackling her around her legs, the girls falling to the floor in a tangled heap again.

This time though Selen fought like her life depended on it and it was her who ended up on top with Na'ina lying face down on the mat and the blonde sat astride her tugging her arms behind her back. The girl was strong but Selen was determined to teach her a lesson and she gritted her teeth using all her strength to twist the girl's arms behind her then rolled over so they were in exactly the same position as before, her legs wrapped tightly around Na'ina's stomach. This time though it was Selen calling the shots. She grunted and groaned using all her strength to tug and twist the girl around till they faced the same group of lads.

"What do you think of these then boys?" she shouted her free hand cupping the girl's ample boobs under her thin shirt. The lads couldn't believe their luck, watching as the girl's ample boobs threatened to spill out of her tight shirt. 

"Off! Off! Off!" they started shouting excitedly and although Selen knew she shouldn't be dragged down to her opponent's level she was so angry she couldn't resist. 

"No! Wait!" Na'ina whimpered as the blonde yanked her shirt up revealing a gorgeous pair of breasts, as firm and ripe as melons, the smooth, dusky skin topped with large chocolate brown nipples. The lads yelled wildly urging her on as she caressed the firm but soft, rounded flesh as the girl struggled ferociously to free her arms. 

"Bitch!" the girl gasped as Selen's thumb and forefinger closed around an already semi-erect nipple, twisting it painfully. Cheered on by the crowd Selen's slim fingers toyed with her captives nipples until they were as hard as pebbles. Revenge was very sweet indeed and Selen took her time, toying with Na'ina's tender nipples as she cursed and swore angrily.

The t-shirt's Lycra was very stretchy and Selen was pleased to find she could easily tug it over her opponent's head with her free hand then back down over her shoulders till it was stretched between her elbows like a giant elastic band.

With Na'ina's arms trapped Selen was able to release her briefly. As Na'ina struggled awkwardly to her feet without the use of her arms the blonde slotted an arm between her legs from behind and rolled her over backwards, her bottom hitting the floor followed by her shoulders. Selen scrambled around and held the girl's ankles so that Na'ina was trapped upside-down her weight on her shoulders and her legs bent back over her body so that her knees were either side of her head, and her bottom stuck in the air. 

Selen sat down tucking the girl's ankles under her thighs leaving her hands free as the crowd roared with approval. She sat back and took some deep breaths as she swept her long blonde hair away from her face. In this position, the blonde had an excellent view of the girl's thighs and buttocks, the tightly clinging red lycra doing little to hide their muscular curves. 

"No!" she squealed as Selen slapped her bottom producing a satisfying noise that made the crowd cheer even louder. 

"How'd you like that move, bitch? Time to surrender," she said triumphantly, loudly slapping the girls buttocks again.

"Never!" Na'ina gasped still desperately wriggling and squirming.

Selen had the girl in a hopeless position. She tried slapping the taut flesh of her buttocks harder as the crowd cheered enthusiastically but the girl grimly refused to surrender. Her arms were trapped behind her back with her t-shirt and her ankles locked under her thighs so Selen had been sure she'd submit, but now she realised she'd have to increase the stakes. "I can make things a lot worse you know" Selen said, gently tugging at the waistband of Na'ina's shorts. 

"No! You wouldn't dare," she panted, her face grimacing between her thighs.

"Wouldn't I?" the blonde said as she inched the clingy Lycra over the girl's wriggling buttocks.

Behind her the crowd were going wild. A few people were booing but most were cheering and shouting excitedly. 

"Off! Off! Off!" chanted the group of lads, louder than ever.

Despite all of her struggling and straining Na'ina just couldn't free her ankles and her hands were trapped behind her back. 

"Stop, bitch, stop!" she hissed angrily from between her knees unable to stop the blonde wriggling her shorts down and exposing her bare buttocks.

Selen knew it was wrong but she couldn't help enjoying the girl's discomfort and the cheers of the crowd as she slapped the girl's bare arse making her squeal. 

"Submit! Submit, dammit!" she insisted, spanking her again and again. 

"Ow! Fuck! Bitch! OK, OK, stop! Stop!" she whimpered. 

"Say you submit!" Selen insisted raising her hand threateningly above the girl's angry red buttocks. 

"Yes, I submit, I submit!" Na'ina shouted. Selen looked up at the referee who nodded, indicating that he'd heard and with a final loud slap she rolled backwards and released her.

"Why didn't you fucking do something?" Na'ina shouted at the referee as she lifted her hips from the mat and tugged her shorts up, covering the large red hand prints on her buttocks. The referee shrugged his shoulders, his expression blank.

"You haven't heard the last of this bitch!" she shouted defiantly, jabbing a finger at Selen as she scrambled to her feet and stormed out of the ring, as the crowd yelled and stamped their feet.

After the referee declared her the winner and the noise from the crowd had died down, Selen went back to her room and showered. An hour later, she strolled back down to the notice boards where the upcoming fights were listed. She got a pleasant surprise when she found her name; it looked like she had a bye in the next round. A passing official told her what had happened: the girl she was due to fight had been disqualified for an illegal move that had broken her opponent's ankle. As her opponent couldn't fight either Selen had been given a bye which meant she wouldn't be fighting till around 9pm. She looked up at the clock over the board: it was 6.50 now so she had about two hours to kill. Impulsively she decided to stroll over to the men's arena.

Usually, you'd have to pay to get in, but as a contestant she was allowed access to the backstage area. She was surprised to find quite a few female fighters had had the same idea and were gathered in the tunnel area watching. With her extra height, Selen was able to see over their heads, and was pleasantly surprised to find that one of the fighters was Hassan, the man she met the evening before. He looked magnificent; tall and lean and athletic, his muscles rippling under his cappuccino skin. His opponent was a complete contrast: short and squat with a shaggy beard and hairy back that made it look like Hassan was fighting a small bear. Hassan moved around the ring with a lithe agility, dancing away from his opponent like a matador with a bull. His opponent chased him, sweating profusely as he swung at Hassan with his big hairy arms. He swore loudly as Hassan slipped to one side and tapped his ankle. The crowd cheered as they fell to the ground, Hassan landing on top and quickly lying across his opponent's chest and arms, pinning his shoulders.

The way they fell Hassan was pointing away from them and the girls had a great view of his nicely rounded buttocks, quivering and straining beneath the tight black Lycra of his shorts as his opponent struggled to throw him off.

"Ooh, nice ass" said the girl in front of her, staring at his muscular thighs.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind being pinned to the mattress by him," her friend replied, giggling. Selen found herself silently agreeing with them as she watched the rest of the fight, willing him to win. In the end, he won easily and when he raised his hands in triumph at the end she found herself sneaking a look at the promising bulge in his shorts and secretly hoping he'd spot her and wave in her direction.



Gladiatress Pt. 02



Round 2

Selen sat on the wide tiled window ledge in her room enjoying the cool evening breeze skimming over the rooftops. She watched as the molten red sun shimmered in the hot air rising from the buildings opposite, slowly sinking behind the town's skyline. The shadows lengthened and the brightly coloured building faded to dark grey as day gradually surrendered to night. A few minutes later, she heard a distant roar as the diesel generator rumbled to life and, shortly after, the street lights blinked on one-by-one.

After dusk, the rules of the game changed dramatically. So-called 'night-fighting' had started in the bars and the clubs where the clientele (usually men who had had too much to drink) demanded a more sexualised version of wrestling. It had started with girls wrestling in oil and 'accidentally' losing their clothes as clubs competed to bring in the crowds. Slowly, standard rules and regulations had evolved and the form had been accepted as an official sport. 

The most significant difference was that the loser was the first to orgasm. Obviously, it was quite difficult to always achieve that within a twenty or thirty minute fight so all fighters had to drink a potent aphrodisiac, a secret concoction of spices and herbs like ginseng and saffron. It was specially designed to sexually stimulate a contestant regardless of their gender or race.

Selen's next fight was a tag match; two versus two girls. The rules for this kind of fighting were straightforward. As soon as one of the girls climaxed, the contest was lost. Only one girl was allowed to fight at a time and tagging your teammate allowed you to swap places. Each team was allowed one temporary 'double-team' period. In this period, both girls could fight in the ring at the same time. The other team couldn't call their 'double-team' during this period.

She'd been drawn to fight with Melea, the girl she'd met earlier, which she considered a lucky omen as she knew Melea was pretty good. She hadn't heard of the two girls they'd be fighting. A few minutes before the start time, she met her new partner in the backstage area behind the arena.

"Jeez I swear these uniforms get smaller every year," Melea said, tugging nervously at her bright orange bikini bottom, trying unsuccessfully to stretch the tiny triangle so that it covered her muscular buttocks. 

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious this sport is run by men, I don't know how they expect them to stay on," Selen replied. 

"I guess that's the idea," Melea said ruefully, shrugging her shoulders.

Selen and Melea drank their carefully measured glasses of the aphrodisiac as the referee watched before he led them out into the cauldron of the arena. 

The atmosphere was tense and electric, the arena full of noisy anticipation. It must have been at least twice as loud as it had been earlier as they walked to the centre and Selen could feel the spicy warmth of the aphrodisiac in her stomach and her nerves jangling as the adrenaline coursed through her. 

As the referee introduced them, Selen toyed with her 'uniform' anxiously. She was wearing a very skimpy lime green bikini: the top just two triangles of clingy material that did little to hide her shapely boobs. The thin triangle of her skimpy bottoms barely covered the neatly trimmed pubis.

Melea and Selen only had the briefest of chances to discuss tactics as they took their positions at the opposite side of the ring to their opponents. They both agreed that as she was the more experienced fighter Selen should go first.

One of her opponents, Na'kral, was obviously from the same tribe as her previous opponent and looked similar with her dusky light brown skin and olive black eyes, but perhaps a little older and taller. She had a lean, muscular build and a large tattoo of a snake on the inside of her wrist. 

The other girl was Fabia, a cute-looking teenager with a slim frame, pale delicate-looking skin and sparkling emerald green eyes. She had an elfin face beneath spiky red hair that contrasted with the bright yellow of her bikini. 

Selen was pleased and surprised to see the redhead advancing towards the centre of the ring as she looked like the weaker of her two opponents. The girl seemed to be nervous and as soon as the fight started she took a step backwards as Selen advanced towards her. They tussled briefly and within a few seconds, Selen's superior technique and strength showed as she caught the girl off balance, and tripped her with an ankle tap. The redhead twisted as she fell, falling face down with Selen on top.

With the girl lying on the floor facing away from her, Selen grabbed the girl's left ankle and pressed it against the back of her right leg. Then she took the right ankle and folded the right leg back until the heel touched her buttocks trapping her left foot. In this position the blonde was able to hold her ankle with one hand while her other ran over her trapped body, examining her trim curves.

The girl struggled weakly as Selen slid her hand between the girl's legs and stroked her thighs beneath her skimpy bikini bottoms. She could feel the outline of the girl's warm pussy lips beneath the tight, yellow material. Selen smiled as the crowd cheered and her fingers caressed her gently, already sensing a slight dampness. This was going to be easy!

"No!" the girl squealed wriggling feverishly, as she felt Selen's fingers press more firmly, exploring her increasingly damp folds and sliding beneath her to trace light circles around her clit. 

Instinctively she reached behind to try and stop her. Acting quickly and efficiently, Selen let go of her ankle and grabbed her wrists, folding them neatly behind her back so that she could hold them in one hand. The girl struggled helplessly as Selen used her free hand to tug at the little bow in the middle of Fabia's back, quickly unfastening her bikini top then rolling her sideways. There was a large cheer from the crowd she tugged the yellow top aside revealing small but nicely shaped breasts with large triangular patches of pale skin where her bikini had been and a dusting of freckles over her cleavage.

Selen was beginning to think this was almost too easy. How was the crowd going to react if it was all over so soon? The redhead didn't seem to have either the strength or skill to escape from the hold and she was able to take her time, leisurely fondling the girl's boobs, exploring the gentle curves of her smooth skin. The girl grunted and struggled and swore but could do nothing to stop Selen's skilful fingers toying with her stubby pink nipples until they stood proud and erect and Na'kral could only look helplessly towards her colleague as Selen slipped her hand down over her trim stomach towards her thighs.

The blonde was so intent on holding the girl's wrists tight and stroking the increasingly damp material of the bikini bottoms that she didn't notice the girl stretching her foot towards her partner. The moment their fingertips touched, Na'kral leapt into the ring like a tiger bursting free from its cage. 

The tremendous roar of the crowd masked Melea shouting a warning and so Selen was taken completely by surprise when she felt her arms being tugged upwards and backwards. The other girl quickly putting her in a full nelson, her arms looping under Selen's and her hands locking together behind her neck. In this position, Selen's arms were trapped in position, her elbows level with her ears and her hands resting on top of her head. Na'kral showed her impressive strength, quickly rolling her over so that Selen found herself lying on top and face up.

The blonde struggled but knew it was near impossible to get out of this hold, especially with such a muscular opponent. She looked up at the clock, which had already started to count down the seven minutes until the double-team period elapsed. She tightly clamped her knees together as the redhead got to her knees and quickly tugged at her bikini top. There was a lusty male roar from the crowd as she easily pulled the stretchy green material aside exposing Selen's cupcake boobs. Now the tables were turned and Selen was forced to watch as the girl's lips rained warm kisses over her neck and shoulders and her hands cupped her bare breasts. The aphrodisiac had had several minutes to work and Selen quickly began to feel aroused, and she couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure as the girl's soft red lips kissed her way along the gentle slope of her boobs and fastened around one of her aching nipples.

"Good, isn't she?" Na'kral said squeezing her arms painfully. "Not much of a wrestler but I've seen her bring an opponent to a screaming orgasm in three minutes flat." 

"No chance," gasped Selen defiantly as she felt the redhead's tongue flicker over her taut nipple sending little electric sparks of pleasure straight to her clit. 

"By the way, my sister Na'ina sends her regards," Na'kral said, her lips next to Selen's ear. 

"You're Na'ina's sister?" Selen gasped. 

"Oh yes, she told me all about how you cheated earlier, so I'm here to even the score," Na'kral whispered as her cruel teeth clamped around the blonde's earlobe. 

Selen's squeal of pain was lost in the raucous noise of the crowd as the redhead started tugging at Selen's bikini bottoms. Selen instinctively spread her legs wide apart as she felt the material sliding over her thighs then realised her mistake as Na'kral's feet hooked over her knees locking her legs in that position.

Melea was shouting encouragement from the sideline but there was very little Selen could do. Her arms were locked behind her head, her legs spread wide and she could only watch as the girl's hand slid along her thighs and began to stroke her through her bikini bottoms, the tight green material stretched tightly over her pubis. At the same time, Fabia kissed and licked her boobs, Selen shivering with pleasure as she felt the redhead's wicked tongue lick and tease her puckered nipples. 

"Oh God!" she moaned as she felt the girl draw the tip of her breast into the warm, wet cave of her mouth and her even white teeth gently close around her bud. 

"You're enjoying that, aren't you slut?" Na'kral taunted from behind her.

Selen twisted her head and looked up at the clock. Still five minutes to go, and the clock's hand seemed to moving slower and slower, each tick taking an eternity. The girl's inquisitive fingers quickly located the centre of her wetness and stroked the damp material in lazy circles. The redhead was very good; her skilful fingers stroking the blonde's swollen lips beneath the thin material and Selen could feel herself surrendering to the warm waves of pleasure that swept over her body. 

She watched as the girl's soft lips left a trail of hot kisses down over her lean stomach. There was a lusty male roar of approval as Fabia hooked the narrow bikini bottoms aside revealing Selen's naked pussy with its neatly trimmed strip of tightly curled blonde hair. Selen felt a hot flush burning her cheeks, realising how naked and exposed she was, her boobs spilling out of her top, her legs pulled wide apart, her slick pussy bared for all to see.

Her embarrassment was quickly swept away with feelings of intense arousal and she shivered as she felt the redhead's lips nuzzling and nibbling the sensitive, swollen skin of her inner thighs. Her hips undulated uncontrollably as the girl's tongue teased her, slowly running along the length of her glistening slit. The girl's wicked tongue glided up and down, up and down and Selen felt herself surrendering to the delicious sensations. 

Fabia smiled as she tasted the girl's juices, revenge certainly tasted sweet. She could hear Selen panting and moaning; her pelvis pushing upwards as she slowly ran her tongue along the reddened lips and explored the honeyed folds of her pussy. She glanced up at the clock- 4:03; still plenty of time to make the horny bitch cum.

Meanwhile Na'kral changed position so that she was able to slide her arm between Selen's arms and her back, securing both of her arms. This freed one of her hands to toy with the girl's boobs. 

"Nice and hard, just the way I like them" she whispered in Selen's ear as she cupped a breast and flicked a thumb over her engorged nipple.

Selen looked up at the clock through half-open eyes and watched as the fight-clock moved agonisingly slowly: 3:15... 3.14... 3.13...

The aphrodisiac had taken full effect now, little electric shocks of pleasure shooting through her with every touch. 

"Mmm, oh please, please," Selen mewed helplessly as she felt Fabia's fingers stroking and spreading the soft, juicy folds of her pussy revealing the pink, wet inner lips. 

Another wave of pure pleasure swept through her as the girl's soft lips and probing tongue slid along the length of her inner lips until they found the hard little nub of her ultra-sensitive clitoris. God, she was good thought Selen, another wave surging through her as Fabia's warm tongue alternately teased her clitoris and lapped at the juices oozing copiously from her.

Behind her Na'kral was obviously enjoying revenging her sister's defeat. Selen felt the girl's fingers sliding between her half-open lips and instinctively sucked at them hungrily. 

"Good girl," she heard her growl, as she felt her nipples being squeezed between the wet, slippery fingertips, her lithe body twisting and shivering.

Selen knew she should be fighting her tormentors but their fingers and tongues and lips kept drawing her back into a world of pure carnal pleasure, and she lay back, closing her eyes, the sound of the crowd fading into the background, as she surrendered to the moment. 

"Keep going, she's nearly done," she heard Na'kral grunt as she felt the Fabia's fingers spreading her puffy lips and her tongue dancing over her sensitive inner folds and lightly but insistently flicking her engorged clit. Her senses were overwhelmed as the two girls stroked and caressed and teased her body towards a terrific orgasm.

"No, please," she begged as she felt one of Fabia's wet fingers spreading her lips and gently but firmly pressing against her vagina. 

Fabia smiled and ignored her, her finger slipping easily inside of Selen's slick, velvety pussy and her captive squealed and arched her back as the redhead's long, slender finger explored her clasping depths. The redhead had been enjoying the blonde's arousal and had lost track of the time. She glanced up at the clock now as she slowly withdrew her finger coated with the girl's honey...

2.51... 2.50...2.49...

She realised she was running short of time and started to slide her finger in and out as her tongue danced over Selen's clit. 

"Oh, oh, oh," panted the blonde helplessly as the redhead finger-fucked her and the redhead's tongue traced tight little circles around her engorged clit.

"Only two minutes, hang on!" she heard Melea shout urgently over the noise of the crowd. Selen squealed as she felt a second finger slip inside her, stretching her juicy lips.

Fabia looked up at the clock again as she fucked her with two fingers now, enjoying the feeling of the girl's velvety pussy clenching her spasmodically as she gradually moved faster and faster pushing Selen closer and closer to the edge.

1.30... 1.29... 1.28...

The front rows of the crowd were on the edge of their seats as the drama played out. Their excitement grew as they watched the blonde writhing and moaning feverishly, knowing she was close now but also knowing that time was quickly running out. 

0:40... 0:39... 0:38...

The tension was palpable as the clock ran down.

"No, please, please, please," Selen gasped rhythmically as Fabia tormented her aching pussy and Na'kral squeezed her nipples, her senses flooded with an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure.

"10... 9... 8..." chanted the crowd.

"Oh, oh, oh!" panted Selen, her desperate voice becoming a high-pitched wail as every muscle in her body tensed, waiting for the inevitable orgasm to sweep over her. 

"3..." 

Selen's heart pounded as her body twisted and bucked wildly.

"2..." 

"Don't stop, don't stop!" she pleaded as Fabia's tongue danced over her clit.

"1..." 

Her whole body arched, taut as a bowstring, as she teetered on the edge of the void...

"No! Don't stop!" sobbed Selen denied her moment of ecstasy, as the redhead was pulled away by the referee. 

"No, just a few more seconds," Fabia protested still desperately rubbing Selen's pussy with her outstretched fingers as the referee grabbed her under the shoulders and dragged her back towards the sidelines.

Selen's body ached for release as she slowly drifted back to planet earth becoming slowly aware of her surroundings and the noise of the crowd again. She could hear Melea shouting too. She was still held tightly by Na'kral but without Fabia holding her legs she managed to wriggle half-free, twisting around just in time to see her partner Melea stretching a hand towards her. She stretched her leg, pointing her foot towards her partner until her toes brushed the girl's fingertips.

Na'kral was a strong and aggressive fighter and it took a few minutes to subdue her, pinning her on the mat facing up with Selen pinning her arms and Melea lying across her legs. As they struggled, Selen manoeuvred the girl so that Na'kral was sitting between her legs, facing away from her and tugged her arms behind her back. 

There was an enthusiastic male roar as Melea tugged the girl's crimson bikini top aside revealing breasts as large and shapely as her sister's. Selen watched as her partner licked and sucked at the girl's bare boobs, hearing Na'kral moan as Melea's hand slipped between her legs. The girl squirmed and gasped as Melea's warm lips and eager tongue explored her boobs and stimulated her taut nipples. 

With the events of the last few minutes and the effect of the aphrodisiac, Na'kral was already very aroused. Selen could sense this and the girl barely struggled as Melea hooked her thumbs under her bikini bottoms and slipped them over her muscular thighs revealing the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy under a neatly trimmed triangle of dark curly hair.

Melea wasted no time, pushing the girl's knees apart and kissing her way up over the inside of Na'kral's thighs as the crowd cheered her on, eager to see a climax to the fight. Selen sensed they wouldn't have to wait long, Na'kral moaning urgently as Melea ran her tongue along the length of her moist slit. 

"Oh no, no!" she gasped as Melea's fingers explored the damp folds of her pussy. Selen looked up at the clock and noted that they still had plenty of time left as Melea expertly licked and stroked and lapped the girl towards orgasm. 

As Na'kral's panting got more and more laboured and her body twisted and jerked, Selen slipped a hand around cupping one of her boobs then gently squeezing one of her hard little nipples. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Na'kral gasped as Melea slipped a finger in and out of her cunt and her tongue flicked over her clitoris. As the girl's cries became higher and higher pitched Selen pinched and twisted her nipples till the girl squealed loudly her whole body becoming rigid as she teetered on the edge. Then she was throwing her head back, surrendering to the sublime pleasure, screaming as she came, her body convulsing in Selen's arms as the crowd stood and roared their approval.



Round 3

Selen and Melea walked out of the arena, waving back at the crowd as they pulled on dressing gowns. As soon as they were through the exit , they were met by one of the officials as the sound from the crowd faded into the background. 

"Congratulations on your win," he said, looking up from his clipboard and smiling at them. 

"I've got the details of your next fight here."

"Yeah?" Melea said. 

He ran his finger down the list. 

"Selen and Melea right? You're on last, that's eleven pm and you're up against, let me see: Hassan."




Gladiatress Pt. 02



"Hassan!" said Selen. "Are you sure?" 

"Yep, it's right here," he said showing her the list. 

"So there's two of us against one man, isn't that a bit unusual?" said Melea. 

"Not in this competition; the judges want to see fighters in lots of different types of fight before they decide on a winner. Congrat's though, you're on last tonight that means the judges must really rate you."

The girls barely had time to get a shower and a rub-down before they were back in the hot, humid semi-darkness of the tunnel, nervously awaiting their final bout as the referee carefully measured their doses of aphrodisiac. Hassan looked across at her and winked as he raised the glass to his lips. 

"You know when I said I wanted to meet you for drinks this isn't what I had in mind," he joked. Despite her nerves, Selen couldn't help but laugh.

As spectators demanded more and more sexualised versions of wrestling, mixed fighting had become increasingly popular. As men were generally stronger, it was usually a two women versus one man fight. The rules varied between competitions but in this competition, the man fought one woman only for the first eight minutes. 

As Na'kral's vice-like grip had strained Selen's shoulders in the previous round, so Melea offered to take the initial eight minutes. Selen found herself watching impotently from the sidelines as the judges blew a whistle and started the clock indicating the start of the contest. Initially, Melea bounced around the ring, skipping nimbly as Hassan lunged at her, trying to stay out of his reach like a gazelle dancing away from a lion. It seemed to be working, Selen watching the seconds tick past as the crowd began to boo.

"Get on with it!" shouted a man behind her impatiently.

Although she was quite nimble, Hassan had soon grabbed her wrists and quickly pulled her on top of him as he fell backwards. Selen watched as he wrapped one large arm around her back hugging her tightly to him as she tried to twist away. There was a loud male roar as he tugged at the knot holding her orange bikini together with his free hand. 

Melea struggled, pushing her hands against his chest, but he was much too strong for her, ripping her bikini top off as he rolled her over and throwing it aside as the men in the crowd yelled raucously. Then he was on top, his weight pinning her to the floor as he easily pinned her arms above her head. She arched her hips trying to throw him off balance but he easily managed to grasp both of her slender wrists in one large hand. 

Selen watched as Hassan slowly kissed his way along the sleek curves of Melea's neck as the girl twisted her head away. His lips caressed the slope of her bare boobs with a surprising gentleness. The brunette struggled but his strong arms pinned her wrists above her head and she couldn't stop him licking and nuzzling her pale gold skin. The referee circled the couple briefly stooping to grab the discarded bikini top and throw it in Selen's direction. 

Selen picked up the top and toyed with it nervously, twisting it in her hands as she watched Hassan continue to dominate her partner, his lips and tongue exploring the curves of her breasts. Even over the noise of the crowd, she could her Melea moan as Hassan's warm tongue lightly brushed her rapidly hardening nipples. He was clearly both very strong and very good with his tongue and Selen was starting to doubt whether winning this contest was possible.

The bikini top was very skimpy, just two triangles of thin orange material held together with stretchy spaghetti-like straps and as Selen anxiously twisted and stretched it she noticed how much it resembled a thick length of bungee cord. At the same time, she noticed Hassan's wrists. He was wearing thick sweatbands that matched his charcoal black shorts and an idea began to form in her mind. 

If only Melea could survive the next five minutes, she thought to herself, maybe there was a way they could win this.

Selen knew that the aphrodisiac would have fully taken effect by now making Melea's skin ultra-sensitive and she watched the girl squirm as Hassan cupped one of her boobs, gently squeezing its soft roundness and drew her hard nipple into his mouth. Selen squeezed her thighs together, feeling herself becoming aroused as she watched him suck and nibble at Melea's boobs and a part of her couldn't help wishing it was her breasts at the end of his tongue.

There were only three minutes left as Melea managed to free her wrists. She twisted free and tried to crawl away on all fours but he quickly grabbed her, one of his strong arms circling her waist and the other grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm behind her back. Melea found herself pinned again, her face pressed into the floor and her knees folded beneath her so that her bottom was stuck in the air. 

He drew a loud male cheer from the crowd as he slapped her pert buttocks, his hand making a loud slapping noise as it stung her soft but firm derriere. Selen watched him roughly yank Melea's knees apart and heard her groan as he slid his hand between her legs. The girl's hips gyrated as he gently but firmly stroked her through her orange bikini bottoms, his fingers alternately circling and stroking along the length of her pussy. 

Selen stood up and began to warm up as the clock ticked down to show only a minute left. She was so engrossed in the contest that she didn't hear the crude comments of the men behind her as she stretched her hamstrings giving them an excellent view of her trim buttocks bisected by her skimpy green bikini. 

By now, Hassan had wriggled Melea's bikini bottoms down over her quivering buttocks so that they were tightly stretched between her knees and the girl was moaning loudly as his hand stroked and fondled her bare thighs. Selen watched as his skilful fingers parted the soft folds of her pussy exposing the moist pink inner lips. Melea writhed and moaned as he ran his fingers along the length of her slit. Her moans became louder and more urgent as the crowd counted down the final seconds and Selen could tell she was close to losing control.

As soon as the countdown reached zero, Selen sprinted into the centre of the ring and the female half of the audience cheered as she recklessly threw herself at Hassan, her momentum knocking him clear of Melea. Suddenly finding herself free, Melea sprung to her feet and wriggled her bikini bottoms up over her hips. Selen was struggling gamely with Hassan their arms and legs entwined as they rolled over and over on the floor. As they struggled, Hassan roughly tugged at her bikini top. 

"Bastard!" the blonde hissed as she felt the straps bite into her shoulder and as she twisted to ease the pressure the top popped open and slipped up over her head. The men in the front row roared their approval at the sight of her pert boobs. 

"Great tits!" one of them yelled crudely. 

"Yeah now let's see the rest of her!" one of his friends agreed. 

"Not if I can help it," Selen muttered grimly as she tried to roll on top of Hassan.

Melea quickly dived into action, joining Selen in trying to restrain Hassan. Between them, they eventually managed to flip him over, his face pressed into the mat as both girls sat on his back. 

"That's it, get his arms!" Selen panted, tugging at one of his arms, his biceps bulging as he resisted her. Melea pulled at his other arm with all her strength, finally managing to force it behind his back.

The cheering grew higher-pitched as the women in the crowd started to out-shout the men, sensing a shift in the contest, sensing that the girls might actually have a chance. They shrieked noisily as the two girls secured his arms and Selen stretched to one side to pick up her discarded bikini top. 

Hassan grunted, his face still pressed against the mat. He struggled but couldn't free himself with both girls sitting on his prone body although he wasn't too worried as they couldn't reach his cock in this position. 

"Get his wrists together!" he heard Selen say, and wondered what they were up to.

Melea grunted as she struggled to hold his wrists together and watched, puzzled, as Selen skilfully folded her bikini top in two then twisted it until it resembled a piece of thick green elastic. She threaded the cord-like top under his wrist bands, between the material and wrist. Working quickly she passed the elastic-like material through both bands then pulled the ends of the top together and tied them tightly, effectively handcuffing his wrists together. 

"Yes!" Melea exclaimed triumphantly, sitting back and making Hassan grunt by slapping his muscular buttocks. She watched excitedly as Selen wrapped the stretchy top around his wrists and tied it in a thick knot for good measure.

"Hey not fair! Referee!" Hassan shouted, finally realising what was happening as he felt the material tightening around his wrists, locking them together.

"OK, break! Let him up girls," the referee ordered. "Stand back, let's have a look."

The women in the crowd booed as Selen and Melea reluctantly got to their feet. Hassan struggled to his feet too and turned his back to the referee so he could examine his wrists. 

"Well," the referee said as he examined the makeshift handcuffs. "The rules only prevent your opponents tying your hands with something foreign they brought into the fighting area. As she's used part of her official uniform that was already in the fighting area I rule that it's legal. Now fight on!"

There were even louder cheers from the female half of the crowd, and Hassan shook his head, dismayed at the decision and knowing that the fight was over unless he could free his hands quickly. He tugged at his Lycra handcuffs as he danced away from the girls but frustratingly the material simply stretched like elastic rather than tearing or breaking. Before he could really test his bonds further the girls leapt forward, Selen skipping behind him.

Selen grasped his wrists, holding them tightly in hers to stop him stretching his bonds any further. 

"No! Referee!" Hassan grunted, struggling as Melea ran her hands over his broad, hairless chest. 

He wasn't as big and muscular as some of the other male fighters, he was more the tall, lean, athletic type. Melea smiled as she ran her fingers over the firm contours of his body. Selen watched enviously as she stroked his firm pectorals, his toned stomach and his thick muscular thighs. Melea took her time, her warm, eager lips nibbling and kissing her way down over his chest, then slowly down over his stomach.

Hassan gave a throaty moan as she lightly ran a hand over the front of his shorts. Selen could see the women in the front row leaning forward, watching intently as her teammate slowly stroked the impressive bulge in his shorts with the palm of her hand. They shouted encouragement as she lightly licked her way down over his stomach then lightly ran her tongue along the hard ridge that had formed where his cock pressed against his tight shorts.

Selen shifted position, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him to one side so she could watch her partner teasing him. She twisted his head towards hers, kissing his masculine lips as the brunette stroked him. She could feel the low rumble of a groan in his throat as she pressed her lips to his.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped their lips parting as Melea gently squeezed his erection.

"Come on, get 'em off!" one of the female spectators yelled impatiently. 

"Yeah, get 'em off!" one of her friends agreed loudly, amidst high-pitched cheers and laughter.

"Get 'em off! Get 'em off! Get 'em off!" the women in the crowd started chanting, clapping their hands rhythmically. 

Melea grinned as she knelt down and ran her fingers along the thrillingly hard bulge, outlining the shape of his erection. Selen sensed the growing excitement in the crowd as Melea slowly wriggled the waistband of his tight black shorts over his hips. Melea couldn't resist playing to the gaggle of loud females, cupping her hand around her ear which caused them to chant louder and louder.

As much as Hassan struggled and squirmed, with his hands still tightly bound he could do little to stop the brunette easing his shorts down over his thighs. The women in the audience were shouting louder and louder, their voices reaching a lusty crescendo as his thick, hard cock sprang into view, bobbing up and down in front of Melea's face like an over-excited puppy.

Selen couldn't help joining in with the loud female squeals of enthusiasm around her. His cock was gorgeous: long and thick with a bulbous reddish head and a gentle upward curve like a banana. He must have shaved it recently because there was no sign of pubic hair and no doubt that made him appear even bigger. Selen felt a surge of arousal as she watched the brunette fondle his balls and then gently run a finger along its length. Hassan groaned, his prick twitching as Melea slowly drew a bright orange fingernail along the smooth, taut skin, the veins on the surface bulging as more blood surged into his swollen member.

Knowing he was trapped Melea took her time, slowly stroking his dick, enjoying the feeling of its reassuring hardness beneath her fingertips. The hard flesh quivered as her finger circled the head, some pre-cum seeping from the tip. Melea licked her fingers and carefully smeared the clear fluid along his shaft until it glistened under the stadium lights.

"No please," Hassan grunted as Melea wrapped her thumb and forefinger around his shaft and slowly started to stroke up and down, gliding smoothly along its full length from the base of his shaft to the shiny head.

Hassan was still struggling against his bonds as Melea's skilful hands tormented his throbbing shaft and behind him, Selen still held onto his wrists tightly with one hand. She used her free hand to tug his shorts over his buttocks and thighs until they slipped down to his ankles. 

She couldn't resist squeezing the bare flesh of his firm, rounded cheeks then gently cradling his balls. She ran her hand up over his broad chest and toyed with his nipples as she watched Melea's soft hands sliding along his prick, quickly building up a steady rhythm. Hassan moaned, his hips undulating as the brunette's hand formed a fist around his meaty shaft, slowly squeezing and stroking him.

The crowd noise dropped to an excited murmur as Melea leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue along his dick. Selen felt his body quiver as Melea teased him by lightly running her tongue around the sensitive head, lapping the fluid that oozed from the tip. Out of the corner of her eye, Selen could see several men in the crowd crossing their legs and putting their jackets over their laps as her partner gently kissed and lapped his hardness.

Hassan shivered with pleasure as he felt Melea's warm, inviting lips caressing his sensitive skin as she kissed her way along its length. Her pink tongue slipped from between her red lips and quickly found the sensitive spot on the underside of the head that made him groan loudly. The crowd watched intently as she slowly licked him with her soft lips and teasing tongue until he was as hard as the wooden benches that surrounded them.

Selen's attention was drawn to a slim, refined-looking lady wearing expensive-looking pale green robes in the semi-darkness of the crowd. She was sitting apart from the other spectators, the seats around her empty. She looked wealthy and Selen wondered if she'd paid for the surrounding seats so that she could have the space to herself.

The woman discretely slipped her hand between her legs and it disappeared under her robes as she leant forward, her eyes fixed on Melea's tongue still eagerly tasting Hassan's hot, salty hardness. The atmosphere had become more intense, the air hotter and more humid. 

"Oh no, please stop!" Hassan gasped as he felt Melea draw the end of his erection into her mouth, her soft lips moulding around his prick, her tongue swirling around its tip, her hand still squeezing and stroking his thick shaft. 

There were more cries of encouragement from the crowd as Melea eagerly took him further into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper, her lips sliding down his thick shaft. Selen couldn't resist pressing against Hassan's hard body as she watched her partner work, feeling a frisson of pleasure as she rubbed her thighs against his firm buttocks.

Hassan's resistance was melting away, his body surrendering to her expert touch as Melea slowly bobbed up and down, looking up at him with her seductively brown eyes, his cock glistening with her saliva. Selen let go of his hands now, wrapping her arms around his chest, feeling it rise and fall with short, sharp breaths as he watched his hardness disappear between her soft lips.

Selen's eyes scanned the audience, once again finding the green-robed woman in the semi-darkness. She was enjoying the action a little more than most, her eyes half-closed, her lips slightly parted as her hand made subtle but unmistakeable movements under the generous folds of her robes. 

"Please, please," Hassan begged hotly, watching her boobs jiggle as Melea expertly worked his cock with her hands and mouth. 

Selen watched Melea close her eyes, obviously enjoying the feeling of being in control as she began to move faster now, building to a rhythm that caused Hassan to groan loudly. He was so long her lips barely reached halfway down his shaft. The excited whispering in the crowd grew louder as his body twisted and shuddered, and she could tell he was nearly there, the combined effect of Melea's restless tongue and the aphrodisiac pushing him towards the edge.

Selen could see the sweat glistening on Hassan's deeply tanned skin as Melea moved the fight towards its inevitable climax. 

"No, stop, I can't take much more!" he gasped, as Melea's hot, wet lips slid over his painfully hard cock. 

"Please, please!" he gasped, his body straining, his heart thumping as the girl moved faster and faster and faster till he was close, so close. Her lips were smoothly sliding quickly up and down his length, her hands jerking his shaft harder and harder.

"No, please no, I'm going to cum!" he whimpered helplessly as his balls tightened and she felt his hips jerk forward, his cock plunging deep into Melea's inviting mouth. 

She quickly removed her mouth and stroked his cock hard and fast closing her eyes as he came explosively, his cock jerking, his hot spunk splashing on her open lips as the crowd cheered and yelled in a sudden release of tension, a riot of noise. Selen felt him shuddering and groaning, his hot body trembling, his cock continuing to ejaculate for several long seconds as he came and came, thick blobs of his warm pearly-white cum spilling onto Melea's boobs. Melea grinned triumphantly as she cleaned the spunk from his semi-erect cock and large drops of sticky cum from her red lips.

Selen held his deflated body as he slowly sank to his knees, his cock quickly going limp. She glanced over to the lady in the pale green robes, watching her close her eyes and lean back in the semi-darkness. Her face flushed bright red as her body became taut, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the moment of crisis passed unnoticed. Around her, the crowd cheered and clapped excitedly, oblivious to her ecstasy.

Then everything happened so quickly. The referee signalled that the fight was over by taking Selen's and Melea's hands and raising them in the air as officials scurried onto the stage with dressing gowns and towels. Selen couldn't help feeling sorry for Hassan as they helped him onto unsteady feet and led him away towards the tunnel. Beside her, Melea mopped the sticky results of his orgasm from her face and boobs with a fluffy white towel then pulled on a robe. 

Selen pulled on a robe too and her feelings quickly turned from sadness to a kind of stunned elation as Melea embraced her. 




Gladiatress Pt. 02



"We've won!" she shouted, her words barely audible over the raucous noise of the crowd, 

"Can you believe it?"

The head judge was a tall distinguished-looking gentleman with thinning grey hair and an angular nose. He got to his feet and waved his hands in the air until the crowd noise fell to an excited murmur. 

"I think you'll all agree we've seen some great fighting today, and Melea and Selen are worthy female champions." There was a ripple of respectful applause. 

"Every year we have the discretion to award a place at our female academy. Ordinarily we'd have to choose between these two impressive fighters. But, after much discussion, we've agreed that both girls have shown immense potential and so we'd like to name them joint winners and invite them both to join our female academy." 

There was more loud applause, and once again Melea wrapped her arms around Selen tightly. 

"We're both going to be gladiators! This is the best day of my life," Melea gushed as she hugged her tightly but Selen was just stunned. She'd finally made it, could this really be happening?

Later, there was a brief ceremony in the judges' chambers. Drinks were pressed into the girls' hands and a seemingly endless number of officials kept coming up to them and congratulating them on their success, and making them sign official-looking papers. As the elation of winning and the adrenaline wore off Selen started to feel increasingly bruised and tired. It had been a long day, and all she wanted to do was get a hot shower and some sleep. She gave Melea a final hug and made her excuses before heading towards the public showers.



Gladiatress Pt. 03



Extra Time

Selen dried herself after her shower. She'd forgotten to bring fresh clothes so changed back into the green bikini then slipped her robe back over her shoulders before returning to her room. The diesel generator had long since been switched off leaving the town lit only by the moon and stars. Selen quickly lit some candles and placed them around the room. She placed the largest candle in the middle of the table then slumped in one of the chairs.

She smiled as she noticed the bottle of sparkling wine and glasses that one of officials must have left for her. But the last thing she wanted to do now was drink. She was feeling so tired. No, more than tired. Completely exhausted and battered and bruised. 

She closed her eyes and leant back in the chair. There was another feeling too. Despite her tiredness, she had to confess she felt horny. She thought about what had happened: Na'ina nearly stripping her naked in the first bout leaving her feeling intensely embarrassed but also strangely aroused at the crowd's enthusiastic reaction. And in the second round, Fabia's hot little tongue and slim fingers bringing her close, so agonisingly close, to a delicious orgasm. Then clutching Hassan tightly, her arms around his broad chest, hearing his anguished cries for release as Melea expertly teased his impressive cock till he could take no more. She even envied the lady in the crowd and her discrete pleasure.

As she thought about the events of the day she couldn't resist sliding a hand beneath her robe and between her warm thighs. She slowly stroked herself through her bikini bottoms as she conjured up an image of Hassan's thick penis sliding between Melea's eager lips and imagined it was her teasing him to the point of climax. Making him beg her for release. She sighed as she felt her bikini bottoms begin to dampen and suddenly wished she had someone with whom to share her champagne.

A knock on the door shattered her thoughts and she quickly jumped to her feet. 

"Hassan! I was just thinking about you!" she exclaimed, looking up at him as she opened the door and feeling herself blushing bright red. 

"I just wanted to congratulate you on winning. You must be very happy," he said, smiling. 

"Yes, yes I am. Listen, I'm sorry it didn't work out for you this year," she stammered, her mind racing. Should she invite him in? She was tired but it was only polite, wasn't it?

"Yeah well there's always next year I guess," he replied, peering around the door. 

"Well I hope you'll come back and see us again next year. Listen it's really late and I'm tired so..." she hinted, her hand reaching out and resting on the door's edge. 

"Hey that's a hell of a bottle of champagne! Are you going to drink that all by yourself?" 

She pondered her options; maybe she could have one drink with him, where was the harm in that? It was only polite. She stood aside to let him in and soon he was pouring them both a glass.

"To a worthy champion," he said raising his glass towards her. 

"Here's to doing whatever it takes to win," she replied, remembering his advice from the night before. He smiled. 

"Yes, I kind of regret giving you any advice now," he chuckled.

Since the fight Hassan had showered and changed into a traditional white robe and sandals. It was a warm night and his belt was only loosely tied. Selen couldn't help stealing a glance at his muscular chest as he drank.

"Hey listen," she said. "I just wanted to wish you well. It was a close fight today." 

"Yeah it was close. You know," he replied, wagging his finger, "I think if you hadn't pulled that trick I think I'd have won."

"Well I wouldn't go that far," Selen replied, looking him squarely in the eye. 

"Come on, I don't want to give you a hard time but I was winning Selen, and if you hadn't cheated I'd have probably gone on to win." 

"Cheated!" she exclaimed, putting her glass down on the table a little too firmly, the bubbly liquid spilling over the edge, and splashing onto the wooden surface. 

"Well maybe not cheat exactly," he conceded. "But I don't care what the referee said, tying someone up just isn't fair in my book." 

"Now listen, we won that fight fair and square. Now if you can't handle that, the door's behind you!" she snapped, rapidly losing her temper with him. 

"Look, all I'm saying is if you hadn't tied me up I would have won," he insisted, putting his glass down besides hers.

But she wasn't listening as she stomped towards the door and wrenched it open. 

"I think you've outstayed your welcome," she snapped angrily. "Please leave now." 

She watched as he shrugged his shoulders as he ambled towards the exit. Then as he approached her, his expression hardened, his body tensing, his eyes glittering darkly in the candlelight.

Suddenly he leapt at her like a panther, athletically grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, his lean body pressing against her back against the cold wall. As she opened her mouth to scream, he kissed her hard on the mouth as he kicked the door closed with his foot. She struggled but he held her firmly, his surprisingly soft lips controlling hers and his hot body pressing against hers.

"Let me go!" she gasped as he swept her long blonde hair aside and his hungry lips moved from her lips to her neck. He released one of her hands and roughly tugged her robe open, the silky material sliding over her shoulder. 

"No, let go!" she insisted, her hand pushing against his shoulder as his lips left a trail of wet kisses along her shoulder and neck. 

"What a nerve!" she thought as he kissed her neck and his hand roughly tugged one of her boobs free. She struggled as his hand cupped her nakedness and his lips brushed her sensitive skin. 

"No! Let go!" she gasped as she felt his muscular thigh press between her legs, rubbing against her as they squirmed and struggled. She had to admit to herself that his lips did feel good as he nuzzled her skin, his tongue toying with her hardening nipple and she felt herself surrendering as her body responded to his strong, passionate kisses.

As good as his lips felt, Selen still felt uncomfortable. Whether she was making love to a man or woman Selen liked to be the one in control. She'd often wondered whether her domineering personality had led to her becoming a fighter or whether it was the other way round: her dominance in the ring spilling over into the bedroom. Either way she decided it was time for her to take control. 

She relaxed pretending to surrender, then as he loosened his grip, she twisted her hands free and forcefully shoved him backwards, stepping towards him as she did so, then pushed him again, this time tapping his ankle so that he fell backwards onto one of the futons. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked up her as she stood over him and unfastened her robe, letting it fall to the floor. It was soon joined by her bikini top as she tugged it up over her head exposing her pert breasts.

Holding his gaze, Selen sat astride him, her knees either side of his chest and firmly pushed his shoulders back till he was lying flat. She confidently tugged his robes apart and ran her hands over the lean muscle of his chest, then leaned forward and lightly kissed her way up over his stomach. Her long hair fell forward as she kissed him and he groaned as he felt her warm lips and soft hair brush against him. 

Selen took her time, stroking him, toying with his dark nipples and kissing his neck, slowly working her way towards his lips. He let her grab his wrists and pin them above his head as her lips danced over his neck, cheeks and forehead before finding his pliant lips. She kissed him long and hard, loving the feel of his soft yet firm lips against hers. Again, she took her time, gently sucking and nibbling at his lips before slipping her tongue into his inviting mouth. Their tongues entwined passionately as their bodies pressed against each other. Selen could feel his growing hardness pressing against her thighs as his hips undulated.

She leant back, breaking their kiss but still pinning his wrists above his head. 

"Now you've got me, what are you going to do with me?" he said, grinning. 

"Enough talking," she replied, sliding up his prone body. "I can think of a better use for your mouth."

Selen leaned forward, one of her boobs dangling just above his mouth, smiling as he lifted his head. She laughed as she teased him for a few seconds pulling just out of his reach, as the tendons in his neck strained, then relented, enjoying the feel of his hungry lips against her tender skin.

"Mmmm," she groaned, as she felt his warm lips explore the soft, swollen roundness of her boob. He slowly teased her, his hot lips leaving a trail of kisses around her hard little nipple. She squirmed deliciously as his tongue drew closer, aching for his touch.

"Ooh yes!" she moaned as the tip of his wet tongue flicked over her achingly hard nipple, little electric shocks of pleasure racing through her. 

The effects of the aphrodisiac and the way he skilfully sucked at her breasts combined to make her feel increasingly horny and she wriggled against him loving the feel of his masculine hardness against her. She shifted position, forcing him to lick one boob then the other, loving the feeling of being in control. She groaned longingly as he drew her nipple into the warm, wet cave of his mouth his tongue gently flicking back and forth, back and forth until she shuddered with pleasure. At the same time she could feel his hips lifting off the floor, the hard ridge beneath his robes pressing against her with increasing urgency. 

She could feel a warm moistness spreading through her thighs as his hardness pressed against her, and spread her legs wider, her body responding to his, loving the feel of the friction as his body bucked and writhed against hers.

She felt a sudden desire to see him naked. She slid up his body a little, and reached behind awkwardly, tugging at the folds of his robes, until they fell open. She glanced over her shoulder feeling another surge of dampness between her legs at the sight of his big, beautiful cock. She heard him moan, his breath warm against her shoulder, as she ran her fingers along the swollen flesh, making him even harder. 

"Yes, yes!" gasped Hassan as he felt her fingers grasp his rock-hard cock and slowly begin to stroke him. He desperately wanted to fuck her now and with only one of her hands pinning him he realised he could easily throw her off him.

"Mmm," she sighed as she felt his even white teeth close around her bud, gently biting her till the sensations threatened to overwhelm her. She closed her eyes, lost in the delicious sensations and she was caught by surprise when he shifted his weight, pushing her sideways so that she rolled over and suddenly he was on top, his weight pinning her to the futon.

She struggled but he was much stronger and quickly pinned her arms above her head. 

"That was a bit sneaky, maybe even cheating," she grunted looking up at him. 

"Well sometimes you've got to stretch the rules a bit," he said, his breathing ragged. 

"Now you've got me what are you going to do with me?" she gasped, as his teeth dug into the tender flesh of her neck, leaving a livid red love bite. 

"I'm going to prove who's the better fighter by making you come first," he said, matter-of-factly, emphasising his point by grinding his hard cock against the thin material of her bikini bottoms. 

"Yeah? Well I reckon it'll be you coming first again," she retorted, loving the feeling of his hardness rubbing against her, then squealing as his cruel teeth closed around one of her nipples causing an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. 

He quickly let go of her arms and slid down over her hot writhing body, his hands roughly tugging at her bottoms. She lifted her hips as he kissed his way down over her stomach, her skin slick with salty perspiration. Selen gasped, spreading her legs and kicking her bottoms from her ankles as he hungrily showered her hot, molten thighs with kisses. His lips quickly found her inflamed pussy lips and licked them passionately, his cheeks soon smeared with her juices. 

"Oh God!" she squealed loudly, her juices oozing, her legs spreading even wider as she felt him run his tongue along her slit. Hassan smiled as her legs parted wide, the intimate folds of her pussy opening before him like an exotic pink flower.

Selen arched her back and moaned with pleasure as his fingers and lips gently stimulated her. Despite her urgent moans he took his time, his tongue lightly stroking her clitoris in a steady rhythm that left her writhing and panting for more.

He was desperate to have her now, his cock aching to be inside her. As he slid up over her body Selen quickly shifted her weight and rolled him over so that she was on top once more. She pinned his arms above his head as he struggled, their legs entwined, hips grinding together, his hardness rubbing against her swollen pussy lips. She rocked unsteadily for a few moments before he overpowered her rolling back on top, his weight pressing between her legs as he tried to grab her wrists, and his cock sought the centre of her wetness. She fought strongly though, determined to be on top and in control. They rolled over and over on the futons their hot perspiration-slick bodies grinding together as they struggled ferociously, neither of them willing to give way to the other. 

Finally, Hassan's superior strength prevailed as Selen began to tire and he managed to grab her hips and flip her over. 

"No!" Selen squealed trying to crawl away as he pulled her hips towards him and shoved a large cushion under her stomach so that her bottom stuck up in the air. It was a big, firm cushion and it pitched her weight forward, and with his hand on the back of her neck she found herself pinned, unable to move. 

"Bastard!" she gasped as he twisted one of her arms behind her back and used the other to yank her knees wide apart. 

"Ow! Let me go, you bastard!" she demanded as his hand slapped her exposed buttocks. 

"Now who's the best fighter?" he gloated, as his hand connected with her bottom again before sliding between her legs. 

"You're an even worse winner than you are a loser," she groaned, still trying to wriggle free as he ran a finger along her slick pussy lips. 

"Mmm, nice and wet," he said as he shifted position, both hands grasping then parting her fleshy buttocks, exposing the ripe, juicy flesh of her pussy.

He ran his thick rod between the rounded globes of her thighs and felt himself grow even harder at the sight of her glistening pussy lips beneath the tight star of her anus.

Then she was throwing her head back and squealing as she felt the thick bulbous head of his cock between her hot thighs, sliding along her aching pussy lips. 

"Come on then, fuck me, fuck me you bastard!" she demanded, surrendering to his firm touch and arching her back as he ran his length along her molten pussy. 

"Ooh yes, yes!" she wailed as he obliged, his thick shaft sliding smoothly into her dripping wet pussy pushing the air from her lungs.

Her pussy was quite tight and at first he could only ease the first couple of inches into her. He loved the delicious friction as her velvety pussy lips clung to his swollen shaft as he slowly eased himself in and out, his shaft soon coated with her honey. He loved the little squeals of pleasure she made when he thrust back in, each time a little deeper. Soon most of his cock was disappearing between her pussy lips and he quickly developed a rhythm, fucking her rhythmically sometimes with long, slow strokes that drew groans of satisfaction from her. And sometimes just using the tip of his knob to fuck her with hard, fast, staccato strokes that made her pant with desire. After only a few minutes he knew he was too aroused to last long and quickly began fucking her hard, his balls slapping her buttocks as she wriggled beneath him, her bottom pushing back in time with his thrusts. He fucked her roughly, desperate for her to come first.

"If it wasn't for that trick you pulled, I'd have fucked you and your friend like this in front of all those people," he gasped, as he grabbed her fleshy buttocks with his hands and slid his hardness deep into her fiery pussy. "You'd have liked that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Selen moaned as he thrust into her again and again. A drop of sweat rolled down his nose and splashed in her back as he slammed into her wildly, his balls slapping against her buttocks. Selen clung on to the futon, her hands balling into fists, her whole body shuddering as he thrust into her energetically.

Selen's glossy hair shimmered in the moonlight, falling forward over her face as his muscular thighs pounded against hers, some damp strands sticking to her hot forehead. She felt him grab her hips with his strong hands and pull her back against him, impaling her on his hardness. He changed position from time to time, leaning over her his hips driving more downwards, the ferocity of his thrusts pushing her against the firmness of the cushion, her aching clitoris rubbing against the rough material deliciously. 

He couldn't resist reaching beneath her to squeeze one of her jiggling boobs, loving the feel of its warm fullness. He could feel her nipples, hard like bullets against his palm and clamped his thumb and forefinger around it. 

"No, please!" she squealed, throwing her head back as he twisted it painfully. He ignored her tweaking it harder then grabbed a handful of her soft, golden hair instead her head snapping back as he began to thrust harder and harder, determined to make her come first and win their private contest.

"Bastard!" Selen moaned, as he tugged her hair painfully, her head snapping back as his long, hard cock plunged into her again and again. In this position, he could penetrate her deeply and he took full advantage, his thick cock sliding in deeper and deeper. Their bodies glistened with sweat, her buttocks making a loud slapping noise as his cock pistoned in and out of her, glistening with her overflowing juices. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" she wailed, her body aching for release now, her knuckles whitening as her hands grasped the futon like she was afraid she'd fall off. Selen could feel her heart thumping and her muscles tensing as the waves of pleasure radiated out from her hot pussy.

"Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begged desperately, as his powerful thighs thrust faster and faster, his prick deeper and deeper, her muscles burning, her back arching, her breath coming in great sobbing gasps. 

"Yes, yes..." she wailed, she was so close now, her teeth clenching, her body desperately craving release.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" she screamed as she came, her heart thumping like a drum, her body jerking and twisting, all the sexual tensions of the day swept away by a tsunami of pure ecstasy.

Hassan felt a surge of relief as he watched her lithe young body twist and shudder, her back arching, her pussy tightening spasmodically around his swollen cock. She threw her head back and sobbed with pleasure as her pussy tightly squeezed him, sending him over the edge. With a few, final desperate thrusts he came too, his hot pearly spunk spilling into the depths of her wetness.

When she returned from the bathroom, Selen blew out the candles. Luckily there was a full moon, and as her eyes adjusted she could make out his still form lying prone on the futon, his chest slowly rising and falling. 

"Ready for round two, tiger?" she whispered, gently nibbling his ear as she lay down next to him. His only answer was a faint snoring as he rolled away from her. She was still feeling horny and lay there for a while feeling dissatisfied and wondering if she shouldn't wait till morning. Then she had a better idea.




Gladiatress Pt. 03



The belt from his robe was a long thin length of material. 

"Not now woman, I'm tired, I'll fuck you again in the morning," he mumbled, as she wrapped the belt tightly around one of his wrists. She slowly pulled his other wrist towards her, quickly tying them together. She tied the other end to the leg of the heavy wooden table above his head.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he said sleepily as she rolled him onto his back, and he felt his hands trapped above his head.

"Shh!" she said, pressing a finger against his lips. She placed a thick cushion behind his head so he could watch as she slowly ran her finger down over his chest. 

"Come on, untie me, stop playing games, I'm tired," he complained as she traced circles around his dark brown nipples.

"You be a good boy and keep quiet," she ordered, making him squeal girlishly by squeezing one of his nipples tightly. "Don't make me gag you."

He watched silently as her fingers slowly moved down over his nakedness, tracing lazy circles on his flesh. She smiled as she watched his limp cock begin to stir as her fingers moved closer. She was in no hurry through, making a detour around his loins and moving down to squeeze his firm thigh muscles. He groaned as she traced little circles on the inside of his thighs, a slow burning arousal starting deep within her as she watched his prick slowly begin to straighten and thicken in the silvery moonlight.

She stroked him slowly at first, running her fingers lightly over his hardening flash. She watched, fascinated, as his cock slowly unfurled and thickened. Slowly becoming harder until the skin was taut and the blood vessels swelled. 

"Oh man, that's good, please!" he moaned as she wrapped her fingers around him, her fingers looking slim and pale against his thickness. She took her time slowly rubbing her hand up and down his throbbing shaft. She gradually stroked faster and faster as his cock became thrillingly hard and his helpless body twisted and shivered. 

"Just like that, don't stop, please don't stop!" he groaned. 

"Does that feel good, honey?" she whispered as her hand squeezed his thick shaft.

"Oh yes, yes, keep going!" he groaned.

"Do you want to come?" she teased, her hand stroking him hard and fast now. 

"Yes, yes, please," he panted. "Just a little more." 

"You're sure you're not too tired?" she teased, her hand slowing down. 

"No, no, please," he grunted desperately. 

"Don't stop, please don't stop, Selen."

"You know before I do something for you, maybe you should do something for me first," she replied. 

"No," he moaned disappointedly as she released his aching cock. He tugged at his wrist ties finding them held firm and tight then watched as she changed position, sitting astride his chest.

He watched as she licked her fingers as slowly ran them along the swollen lips of her pussy. 

"I'm sure you want to make me come first, isn't that right?" she said, sliding up over his chest until her warm thighs were inches from his mouth, and his nostrils were filled with her fragrance. She closed her eyes and groaned loudly as she felt his tongue snake out from between his lips and lap at the nectar already seeping from her. 

"There's a good boy," she sighed. "I think it's time to see if that tongue of yours is as strong and agile as the rest of you."

She leaned back and opened her legs wider, wetting her fingers and using them to stimulate the hard little pearl of her clitoris as his tongue explored the intimate creases of her pussy. After he'd satisfied her with his tongue, she was looking forward to slowly impaling herself on that gorgeous cock of his. Although tonight of course, it belonged to her. 

She'd beaten him fair and square earlier and now she was the champion, she'd claimed him as her prize. Maybe if he was very good, she might let him come as well. She might even untie him if he begged her enough. 

"To the victor, the spoils," she mumbled to herself as she grabbed his hair and pulled his head further between her thighs, and looked forward to a very long and satisfying night of love-making.