Chapter 11

It is hard enough to watch people in the act of screwing without getting excited. Imagine the feeling that went through the guests on seeing four people screwing, and all of them with the same female body. Men found themselves masturbating to the rhythm set by five people writhing on the floor. Women caught themselves pinching their own nipples and rubbing their thighs together. Even the eighteen sparkling slaves in the corner could not keep their eyes off the show, and automatically hands reached down between soft white thighs and the girls were soon rubbing the young rosy clits feverishly. Something had to break. And it did!

Rhea moaned. It was a soft sound, sort of like a stricken animal, but the crowd caught it like a ball and sent it bouncing back across the room. Sofia gasped and reached out to touch the man beside her. Anyone. It didn't matter who. Marcellus bent a young girl over his knees and began to finger the crack between her cheeks. The room seemed to dissolve into couples, trios, even foursomes. Anyone and everyone. Clutching desperately all wanted to join Claudie's oncoming orgasm. The pace quickened. The room was filled with gasps and sighs. Claudie cried out and no one heard her.

Three other men had joined the four already working on her. One started to massage her titties passionately. Another was pushing his massive cock against her ear and rubbing it on her soft fluffy hair. The third was buggering Plato, just as he was buggering Claudie. Claudie's body was covered with moving men.

She began to come. Wave upon wave of agonizing love spasms broke over her body and drowned her mind in flames of lust.

The man she was blowing started to scream and shot his load of burning scum deep into the depths of Claudie's mouth. Claudie swallowed greedily, as if his fluid could put out the burning fire in her belly.

Plato was moaning softly as his ass hole was jammed again and again with his friend's throbbing penis. For each shove he received he gave Claudie one in return, until it felt like her tight brown hole would rip apart. Then Plato too added his incoherent cries to the sounds around him and shot a flood of sperm up the tight unfamiliar walls.

"Aaaagh ... take it, take it all, bitch," he shrieked, and he grabbed her buttocks and jiggled them so hard Claudie thought they would fall off. Then his spasms lessened and he moaned softly and gratefully while his last seed entered the dark cavern.

The two men in Claudie's cunt had been putting off their coming for as long as possible, but their time for self-control was up. Gasping and thrusting in unison, their two inflamed pricks moved in side by side for the last effort. Together they jerked their burning spunk high into Claudie's belly and she accepted it all. Then everyone collapsed and for several minutes the room was silent except for the heavy breathing of men and women trying to regain their breath.

"Claudia, love, that was just wonderful. Let me thank you from the bottom of my heart for one of the pleasantest evenings in my entire life." Plato smiled gratefully at her and kissed her gently on the cheek. It was all over.

"What time is it?" Claudie asked him, suddenly coming to herself and remembering their plans for the night. A sense of calm came over her with the thought of the responsibilities and strength the evening would yet demand. It was almost 10:30, and the time was drawing near.

"Claudia, Claudia, you were well worth the price we paid for you. I'm afraid that if you stay here much longer you may start teaching us instead of us teaching you." Marcellus was clearly pleased and in a very good mood. The opium pipe was passed around again and this time when Claudie refused no one tried to pressure her into smoking it. She accepted a small goblet of wine from Sofia's hand, and a strange realization began to work it's way into her brain. This woman, her mistress, her owner, was in love with her. Yet the time was soon to come when Claudie and the other slaves would get their revenge for all the pain and humiliation they had suffered at her hands. Claudie almost felt bad but then she remembered Rachel. Rachel, who was committed to a death struggle where the victor would win nothing but a life of captivity. Claudie could feel no fondness or compassion for this woman who bought and sold others as though they were soulless beasts.

Sofia must have sensed Claudie's hatred. She turned pale and stiffly walked away. Claudie joined her friends who were all huddling together in a corner.

Claudie and Rhea blushed when they eyes first met. Then they threw off their pretenses and hugged like long lost lovers.

"Any minute now," Rhea said breathlessly, in answer to Claudie's question. "As soon as they walk to the arena, Vinnie, that's the girl from the kitchen, will slip us the knives. She's going to meet us in the hall. They won't think it's strange. The kitchen's right in this area."

"As soon as the fight begins we must make our attempt. Everyone is pretty messed up between the wine and the opium. They won't know what hit them. There are nineteen of us all together counting the other girls that were used tonight. I'm sure they'll go along with us and help as best they can. We should each pick out one person but try not to kill them. If we can just wound them enough so that they can be bound easily we should somehow be able to signal to the world for help." Then a thought struck Claudie. For all her elaborate planning she didn't even know where she was.

"Where are we, Rhea? I've got no idea."

"New Mexico, somewhere, I think. This whole mountain is isolated though. No one but these freaks live here." Rhea's answer wasn't exactly encouraging but it brought a small sense of relief to Claudie just to know that she was still in the United States.

"We'll probably have to set this house on fire," she said. "That should certainly attract someone. The flames should be seen for at least fifty miles."

"That's a pretty good idea," Randy said. "I doubt if they have a short wave radio here anyway."

"Then it's agreed. As soon as the fight begins we each pick a victim and trying not to kill him we wound him badly enough so that he'll be no further trouble." All the girls nodded their consent, and Claudie smiled grimly.

"Let's relax and get something to eat. We should have a very busy evening ahead of us." They all took Claudie's advice and walked over to a huge oak table that was creaking with the weight of the food on it. Turkeys, hams, roasts, fresh bread, honey, huge bowls of fruit; it was a feast and the girls weren't watching their weight.

No one drank any wine though. It was agreed among them that they must have all their wits together. It was going to be a long hard night and each girl had a part to fulfill.

Sofia stood up. She thanked her guests for having come and said she hoped that they all had a pleasant evening. When the murmurings of praise and thanks died down she continued her speech.

"And now we come to the climax of what I'm sure has been a most exciting evening. Two of our slaves had a little fight earlier today ... over her," and she pointed to Claudie. "I'm sure we can all understand it, but as you know any infraction of the rules must be punished. The two offenders will have a chance to finish off their little disagreement tonight. There will be a fight to death in our charming arena, and the victor will have our little Claudia for the rest of the evening. I think that's fair. It's simple justice to die the way we live. And not only that, we will all get a chance to enjoy it."

The guests applauded loudly, and Claudie wondered about the brutality and insensitivity she was seeing in her fellow human beings. How was it possible to cold-bloodedly watch someone else die. And just for fun.

"Shall we go now," Sofia asked. Her guests were soon ready and everyone filed out of the room in anticipation of the finale.