****** Slave of Pain 3: The Fight by Rage ******
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Slave of Pain 3: The Fight

Jesse woke to her Master shaking her arm. She looked up into his eyes and
smiled softly. It had been three days since their last fight and she recognized
the look in his eyes. Sitting up, she brushed her tangled, dusky brown hair
from her eyes and looked at him.

"Get dressed, Jesse. I am taking you out. He held out a pair of jean cut-offs
and white T-shirt. She quickly put them on as he removed her collar, grabbing a
box and holding it out to her. "Jesse, Will you accept my collar. Not the
training one you have been wearing but this one." He opened the box and she saw
the glint of silver and smiled.

No, it wasn't silver, it was steel, polished to shine like silver. She took it
out of the box and held it out to him. "Please, Master." she whispered as she
turned slightly and gathered her hair to keep it out of his way. He slipped it
around her neck and locked it in place with a small padlock. She smiled feeling
the weight of the collar around her slim neck and turned back to him. Kissing
him quickly and then bringing her hand up to touch the cool metal. "Master, it
is wonderful."

He smiled at her and touched the hand that lovingly caressed the collar. "I
also have another gift for you." He bent over and picked up another much larger
box. Handing it to her he smiled.

She quickly tore the wrapping from it and gasped at what she found inside. A
black leather jacket with her name stitched in red on the back. She looked up
at him and jumped off the bed, pulling on the jacket and grinning as she looked
in the mirror. "Oh, Master. Master, thank you. It is fantastic. I love it. It
is wonderful." Staring at the image in the mirror she smiled again.

He picked up a pair of black leather knee high boots and handed them to her.
She pulled them on and smiled at the image she saw before her. Tough, lean, a
hellcat hidden underneath the softness of her face and smile. She turned and
threw her arms around her master. "Master, thank you, thank you. I will please
you. I will make you so proud of me."

"I have no doubt of that, my little fighter. No doubt at all."

~*~*~*~

They entered the club, Jesse was extremely nervous. She had never been to a
BDSM club before. Her Master led her in on leash. Her hands were cuffed behind
her. Her hair had been braided tightly, and hung down her back, over the black
jacket she had been given earlier. They wandered around the club and he got
himself a drink giving her a few sips of water as he smiled at her. Then he led
her to a chair.

As he sat down in the chair, he motioned to her that she should stay beside
him. She knew better than to kneel without a verbal command so she remained
standing beside his chair. Time passed and she watched several interesting
displays. One man was very proficient with a whip, and flogger. And another
chose wax and a knife. She watched fascinated as the women submitted to their
Masters.

She turned as she heard voices beside her. Her master was speaking to a woman,
dressed all in leather and carrying a whip, she looked over to Jesse. "She is
very nice, David." The woman smiled as she moved closer to the girl. "She is to
be your next fight slave?"

He nodded. "She already is, Linda, and one of the best I have had. She is a
natural."

"Hmmmm, I can't wait to see her in action. Who is she going to fight tonight?"
She ran the whip over Jesse's right leg as the girl turned her eyes to a
demonstration of a violet wand. Jesse could feel the caress of the whip move
higher and between her thighs. Caressing and rubbing over the crotch of her
jeans.

"Marcus," he laughed as he ran his hand over Jesse's firm ass.

The woman smiled and laughed. "Twenty says she is downed and fucked in the
first round."

"Forty that she isn't," he countered easily.

"You have that much faith in her?" Jesse could feel the tip of the whip caress
her nipple, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as it hardened to a
stiff peak.

"More, Linda," he answered and leaned forward. "This girl will fight well and
hard. She's a painslut just like the last, but more so."

Linda looked at Jesse closely. "Hmmm a real slave then? A slave of pain?"

He nodded. "As pure of one as I have ever seen."

The woman almost seemed to purr, like a cat. "Mmmmm, then I really can't wait
to see her up against Marcus." Cupping Jesse's face she claimed the girls lips
in a deep kiss. Slowly breaking the kiss she whispered in Jesse's ear. "Make
him proud of you, little one."

Jesse smiled softly. "Yes, Mistress. I will make him very proud of me."

And she would too, even if it killed her.

~*~*~*~

The night passed almost quickly. After an hour or so, Jesse was finally allowed
to kneel beside the chair. He felt that he had shown her off as much as he
could until the fight. He stroked her hair almost absentmindedly, as he watched
the various demonstrations. She could tell that none of them really caught his
attention though. He was waiting for her to fight, as she was also.

"No holds barred, Jesse," he hissed into her ear. "Down and dirty, hard and
nasty. Don't pull your punches or kicks. Just let them flow. Put yourself into
the fight. He wants to fuck you, but you are mine. Don't let him do it, slut."

She nodded listening to his words as she twisted her hands in the cuffs. She
wanted to get this going.

She hated the waiting. The noises in the room were too distracting, moans and
whimpers played on her nerves until she wanted to scream. She bit her lip and
waited, wanting nothing more than to please her master as he asked her to. She
knew he didn't care if she won or lost, as long as she showed off his training.

She shifted uneasily as she waited. Letting her eyes glance around the room,
'til they came to rest on what could only be another fitonight she would feel
the torment she would have suffered had she lost. And she welcomed it.

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