Chapter 12
The dark corridors echoed their footsteps. The slaves walked at the back of the chattering file, each girl preoccupied with her own thoughts. What would happen?
A shadow flitted along the walls, and Vinnie, the girl who worked in the kitchen, slipped up next to Randy and handed her a package. No words were spoken and the girl disappeared back into the shadows of the walls and was gone. The bundle was silently opened and the sharp knives distributed. Then they reached the arena.
The fighting area itself looked like a large pit. It was circular and the floor was hard-packed dirt. The grandstand ran all the way around it, with a huge, highly decorated box that held twelve people up about ten feet from the battle grounds. Several smaller boxes were clustered around the larger one, and there was plenty of seating for everyone.
Enough girls were placed in each box to attend to the needs of the guests it held. This consisted mainly of pouring wine. As it was late at night the whole arena was surrounded by hundreds of dazzling white lights, and it was easy for the girls to keep an eye on their chosen victim.
A horn sounded and from under the main box a door slid open. Rachel and Diana were pushed forward and faced the crowd fearfully. Claudie caught Rachel's eye and tried to communicate some of her hope to the terrified girl, but all Rachel could think about was the fight to the death that she'd soon be part of.
The two girls were dressed for fighting. They had on loin cloths made from a shimmering gold material, and small beaten gold circles were attached to their breasts. A rope hung around each waist and a shiny vicious dagger hung down, brushing their thighs. Their hair hung wild and loose and rippled in the night breeze. They were lovely to watch. Pale skin, tight muscular bodies, and proud frightened faces; it would certainly be exciting to watch them fight. Even Claudie could now begin to understand the thrill of human combat. But not with Rachel!
A horn sounded and the girls walked stiffly up to the large box and bowed their heads. They were obviously terrified and were automatically doing what they had been told to do. Sofia nodded her head, raised her hand and when she brought it down sharply on the railing the fight began. As the two girls circled each other like cats, the other slaves picked out their victims and inched their way forward. Diana had just darted in and given a glancing wound to Rachel's side, and the sight of Rachel's bleeding set Claudie into a frenzy.
Before anyone knew what was happening the girls struck their blow. Rhea had grabbed a heavy vase, and unwilling to use her knife, had brought it down heavily on Marcellus' head. Claudie had grabbed Sofia from behind, and pulling her hair sharply back had held the knife to her throat. Sofia was frozen with fear and held still while Claudie bound her. Several of the guests had been stabbed, and two lay dying at Randy's feet. She was having trouble with a third, and before anyone could come to help her, the man had wrestled the knife from her grasp and sent it through her left breast. With a little gasp she fell and a tiny trickle of blood rolled down her lips. Then she was dead. There was no time to feel bad, the fight was still raging, and though most of the guests were pretty well out of commission, a couple of the men had gotten to their feet in time and were making it difficult for the girls to overwhelm them.
The two girls in the arena stood as though rooted to the ground. It was too much to believe, and the girls stared in amazement, unable to grasp the meaning of all those moving yelling bodies. Rachel was brought to her senses finally when she caught sight of Claudie rolling on the floor with a much bigger woman. The knife lay a little to their side and they were obviously both trying to reach it first. The other woman finally grasped it and stood up to aim. As her knife was raised high over her head and Claudie was looking death in the face, Rachel ran forward over the dirt floor of the arena and with all her strength she threw her dagger at the standing woman.
Rachel's aim was good and it struck the woman hard in the back. She cried out once and seemed to be trying to pull out the knife, but the blow had struck home and she fell forward dead. To Claudie it was like being dead and then brought back to life again. It was a miracle and she didn't know that it had been Rachel who saved her. She stood up to see where the knife had come from and her eyes fell immediately on Rachel's familiar form standing pale and tense in the dirt.
Everything happened so quickly. One second Claudie had been looking thankfully into Rachel's dark eyes and the next moment Rachel was lying dead in a pool of blood on the ground. One of the guards had crept up on her from the door that opened into the arena. Seeing his opportunity he had rushed forward and stabbed her. He was now battling with Diana but things were a little more difficult. His knife was in Rachel's back, while Diana still had the one she had entered the arena with.
Also he underestimated the girls strength. He had pulled her to her feet and was shaking her like a dog shakes a rat, when with what little strength she had left she shoved the knife deep into his naked belly. He clutched himself and bent over double. Then he fell on his side to the ground and rocked back and forth soundlessly, trying to understand where the pain was coming from. It was too much for Diana and she doubled up and retched painfully. It was hard to watch even your enemy die, especially to a young girl used to the usually uneventful life of a secretary in New York.
The battle was over. The slaves in the kitchen had done their share also, and the entire household had been taken. It was time to gather the wounded and dead.
Claudie could barely weep, she was so exhausted and emotionally drained. Rachel's body was brought to her and she just sat down by her dead friend's side and stared in silent grief. Rachel had died anyway. She hadn't been able to save her. It had been worthwhile, no one doubted that. They were free now, if they could keep the rest of the village on the mountain from being alerted. But freedom seemed meaningless in her grief. Free to do what? Claudie's whole world was collapsing. Everything she had been taught was sacred had been brutally violated. Murder was accepted easily, rape was an everyday part of life, and slavery was just a part of this unreal system. Had she ever known any other way of life? Her past was rapidly fading. Somewhere in her background she remembered a name. Stephen. It consoled her to repeat to herself, and laying her head on Rachel's breast Claudie drifted off to sleep murmuring his name.
The prisoners were taken to the slave's dining room and a few of the girls stood guard. They tended to the wounded as best they could, but those that were unharmed were kept bound.
While Claudie slept Rhea did the best she could to straighten things out. It was amazing that she had any strength left at all, but Randy's death had done something strange to her. She was filled with a burning hatred, and it was all aimed at Sofia and Marcellus. At the same time she felt empty. Randy had been so much for her. She had kissed the dead girl passionately on her cold lips in the hope of giving her life. She couldn't accept her friend's death. She had run her hands over the girl's still body and waited for the usual response. When one came she had broken down completely and for half an hour no one dared go near her. When she came to herself again it was a cold and capable woman facing them. It was she who had seen that the dead were gathered and the wounded cared for. And it was she who had the sleeping Claudie stretched out on the couch and covered. Thank God her friend was not awake to feel the pain she felt, was all she thought.
Then her thoughts turned to revenge. The captured guests were no concern of hers. If the revolt could be spread they would be turned over to their slaves for justice, if any was possible. It was Marcellus and Sofia that she wanted to get. They alone had been taken to the room used earlier in the evening. The room where Claudie had been fucked so thoroughly and the other girls had been painted.
"The evening's entertainment isn't over yet," Rhea announced. "It's our show now, and it's going to be a lot of fun. For us anyway."
Claudie woke up to the cheers and angry voices of the other slaves.
The girls surged out of the room, leaving the kitchen slaves to guard the prisoners and care for the wounded. This was their revenge!
They entered the room and their eyes fell immediately on their two victims. Marcellus and Sofia were bound carefully, and they realized the helplessness of their situation. They knew that they could expect no mercy. Two iron loops had been attached to ceiling. Ropes had been dangled through them, and attached to the wrists of the prisoners. They were forced to stand on tiptoe to avoid strain on their arms.
Sofia was very pale. With her arms pulled high and tight over her head and her firm large tits stood out like mountains. Fear had made the nipples hard, and Rhea walked over and pinched them hard between her fingers. Tears of pain sprang to Sofia's eyes, but she didn't cry out. She was proud and would give no such satisfaction to what she considered the rabble. Her belly shivered, and Rhea ran her hands over the smooth white concave area.
"Feel good, sweetheart?" she said with a sneer. "We're going to make you feel good all over, aren't we ladies." She laughed in an ugly way, and the girls joined in. Revenge. That was what they were after. They had become uncivilized by living like animals and their masters would reap the fruits of their labors.
Marcellus was feeling weak and a little sick. His head ached from the heavy vase Rhea had conked over it, and he half believed that it was all a nightmare. He looked silly and a little pathetic standing on his toes with his shriveled prick hanging limply against the inside of his thigh, and when he tried to move, his buttocks wriggled like a girl's.
"Don't be silly," he said, and his voice trembled. "I don't know what you're planning on doing but don't do anything foolish. You know you'll be caught soon. You may have taken over here, but there are many other houses on this mountain besides ours. If you cut us down now, we'll forget all about it, won't we Sofia?"
"Don't be a fool Marcellus," Sofia answered coldly.
"At least behave like a man and not like a frightened child. Can't you see that there's nothing to be said now." Claudie marveled at the woman's courage. She wondered if she would have been as brave, and then remembered that she had kept pretty cool during her own trying moments. Even Rhea smiled her admiration at Sofia. And that was saying something!
"You're a brave woman, Sofia. So far anyway. For that we'll give you a reward. To quote from you, you'll 'die the way you lived.' You're going to get so hot, you may drown in your own come." Rhea was impressed but not at all softened, and Claudie could understand it. Rachel was still haunting her mind and she wanted to hurt the people who had killed her friend and lover.
Rhea walked in front of Marcellus and asked him how he liked the paint job on her breasts. He couldn't find the words to answer her with, and hung his head with fear.
"Marcellus darling," Rhea cooed, "how would you like my nice bright dragon to breath a few flames on you."
Marcellus didn't understand and looked up quickly expecting to see actual fire. "Now, now, pretty boy, where did you get your vivid imagination. Would a nice girl like me hurt a kind soul like you." Rhea was teasing him viciously. She even chucked him under the chin, and tousled his wavy hair with her fingers.
"Let me show you what I mean," Rhea said, and squatting a little to bring her face down to the level of Marcellus' groin, she stuck her tongue far out and delicately wriggled the tip up and down his sleeping cock. There was an immediate reaction. The head of his prick perked up instantly and tried to push it's way on into Rhea's sensual mouth.
"Don't rush me, darling," she murmured, "I'm calling this show." Slowly she ran her pointed tongue over the swelling veins and sent little shivers of excitement through his belly. The captured man was fast forgetting his fears and instead was getting very horny. Marcellus was a handsome man and his cock was just beautiful. It still fascinated Claudie to watch a prick grow and swell into a hard red engine, and she stared wide-eyed, as Marcellus performed for them.
Rhea straightened up. "Sofia must be feeling lonely," she said. "Take care of her, will you Claudie. Show her how much you love her."
Claudie couldn't believe her ears. Rhea actually wanted her to go over to that bitch and give her pleasure. Then the beauty of the idea caught her mind. It was teasing, all teasing. She had no idea what the end would be, but she could wait to find out. Anyway Sofia was so lovely. It would be a pleasure.
Rhea went back to work confident that the woman was being well taken care of. She knew by now that Claudie was a hot piece and would really enjoy taking care of Sofia.
Her faith was entirely justified. Claudie walked over to silent woman, and coldly looked her over. Because Sofia was standing on her toes she was a little taller than Claudie and Claudie had to reach up slightly to cup one round white breast firmly in her hand. She prodded the rubbery nipples until they jutted out like they wanted to be bitten off, then she stood on tiptoe herself and let her tongue trace small circles all around the creamy-skinned hard globe. Sofia moaned and tried to move her tits away and trailed her fingers down the concave muscular belly. It felt so good. She was beginning to get excited, and curious to see how Sofia felt, she forced two of her fingers up deep into Sofia's cunt. They came out dripping with white drops of pearly nectar. She put her fingers up to Sofia's lips and said, "taste yourself, love. Very few people have." Sofia stuck out her tongue and licked all the moisture off lovingly. "I've done that before, and always loved it," she said. Claudie believed her. The woman had tried everything.
Claudie ran her hands over the curves of her hips, and let her fingers creep inwards till the were touching the softness of Sofia's thighs. She forced the legs apart and cupped her entire pubic mound in her hand. Then she squeezed and tickled it, playing carelessly with the soft little hairs, between the cunt lips, until Sofia's moans became loud sighs of desire and pleasure. She rubbed the hard red clit between her fingers and was rewarded by a little stream of juice that trickled down from between the thick walls of her prisoner's sopping pussy.
"Eat me, you cunt-tease," Sofia gasped. "You don't want me to die of frustration, do you?"
Claudie did what was suggested. She couldn't wait herself to feel her tongue run between those lips and to taste the musky salty taste of a woman's come. Her own cunt was beginning to itch with the desire to be filled and she wished that there was someone there to take care of her needs. She thought of Marcellus, but she hated him too much to want to fuck him ever again. And certainly not willingly.
She stooped a little and pushed her tongue deep into Sofia's dripping cunt hole. She could taste the moisture of the dark cavern seeping off the walls and onto her searching tongue. She moaned softly and Sofia echoed it. Using her fingers she played with the soft lips, pushing them this way and that, and rubbing the clit deftly between her fingers. Then her mouth moved quickly to it, and she nibbled on it hard with her teeth until Sofia cried out in pain. Her hands edged their way around to the back and she gently stroked the woman's hard ass. Parting her sweating cheeks she viciously thrust her finger up the hole and pushed her sharp nails into the tight wall.
"You're hurting me, Claudia. Stop, stop it. Please," she begged, but Claudie wasn't interested in her pleas. She felt no pity for the woman's pain. On the contrary, she was enjoying it.
She added another finger to the first, and then a third. Sofia's face was dripping with perspiration, and a gleam of pain and fear was in her eyes.
"Let me help," a voice said, and turning to the side Claudie saw Carmen, one of those chosen for the night's entertainment, standing by her side. "What shall I do?" she asked.
Claudie thought for a moment and then remembered the dildo that had been used on her earlier. She told Carmen to fetch it, as it was still lying on the floor by the pool, and then continued to work on Sofia.
"I've got a wonderful idea," she said to Rhea.
Just then Carmen came back with the rubber dildo. Claudie looked at it with haste and loathing.
"Put it in her asshole, Carmen, but not in her cunt. I want to get her as hot as possible without her coming." What perfect justice Claudie thought.
Claudie went back to Sofia's thighs, licking the smooth skin delicately and then giving her large painful bites on the white insides that made the woman writhe with pain and try to wriggle away.
Sofia was getting very excited, and she actually began to enjoy the pain of Claudie's hard biting kisses. She moaned softly and suddenly cried out sharply, as the rubber shaft was pushed up high into her back hole.
"Oooooh, fuck me already," she pleaded, and all her fears were swept away as her lusting body ached with need. "Put it in my cunt, Claudie, please ... please."
Claudie laughed bitterly. "We'll make a trade, love," Claudie said. "I'll give you a chance to get laid, but you've got to give me your life."
"What are you talking about, Claudie?" Rhea asked.
She left Marcellus horny and dangling and walked over to talk to her friend.
"Just this Rhea. We're going to get them as horny as possible. Then they'll have their chance to fuck. We'll stand them on stools, tie the rope from the ceiling tight around their necks, and offer Sofia a cock and Marcellus a pussy if they want to bend a little and get it. It's their choice."
"Perfect, baby, you're too much." Rhea was really pleased. The idea of their prisoners dying because of their desire to get laid made her laugh and laugh gleefully.
"It's a great idea, so let's start putting it into practice." Rhea immediately left and came back with two stools. She ordered the man and woman to stand on them and then she tightened the rope hanging from the ceiling. As long as they didn't move they'd be comfortable. As soon as they did move, the stool would tip and they would be left hanging.
Marcellus started to whimper when he heard what they were planning. Sofia turned to him until they could look into each other's eyes. The she spoke.
"Listen stupid, if you don't want to die it's very simple not to. Just don't get excited. A little self-control never hurt anyone."
It made sense to Marcellus and he was a little consoled. No matter what they would to him, he wouldn't get worked up.
Two tables were balanced one on top of the other. Then one of the girls climbed on to the table in front of Marcellus and spread her legs. She slid her way down, lying on her back so that it would just take a little forward thrust of his prick to enter her cunt. It was like poisoned water to a thirsty man.
Claudie told Carmen to hold the dildo directly under Sofia's spread legs.
"Let it touch her once in a while, just to remind her that it's always there whenever she wants it." Sofia was already dripping with excitement from Claudie's ministrations, and she knew that she's have a hard time forgetting about the thick false prick that was teasing her juicy cunt lips.
"It's time to get to work," Claudie said, and immediately began stroking Sofia's thighs. Sofia closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind off the exciting feeling that was making her body tingle. But it was impossible. She tried to rub her thighs together without losing her balance, and for one second she almost fell. She caught herself in time and Claudie almost felt sorry for her when she saw how pale the woman was. Then she remembered Rachel. She couldn't forgive or forget.
Marcellus was in worse condition than Sofia. His very fear had given him a hard-on that threatened to explode without much further help from Rhea. His face was covered in beads of sweat and he was dancing around on his toes as though he had to pee.
Rhea had a huge grin on her face. She took his cock into her mouth and gave him the best blow job he had ever had.
"You deserve only the best, darling," she murmured cynically. "And that's just what I'm going to give you. You should be grateful to me for the rest of your life." Marcellus didn't find that thought funny.
Rhea was licking his balls now. She sucked delicately on them, running her tongue over the wrinkled sacs. Marcellus was grunting like any animal in rut. He was beginning to forget about the threat to his life that an orgasm meant. It was too hard to hold back. And there was that delectable cunt right within reach of his throbbing prick. It's moist lips were glistening invitingly, and Marcellus tried to inch his cock forward just a little in the hopes of getting his tip a little damp. A tug on his neck from the tight rope made him immediately draw back, and once again he regained his precarious balance on the stool.
Rhea's hands were stroking his buttocks, and her fingers moved into the crack between his cheeks. She circled his brown hole lightly with her finger tip and inserted it up to the first knuckle. Just enough to feel good without making him lose his balance. That he'd have to do on his own.
"Ooooh, good," he mumbled, and tried to push his ass down a little further on the probing finger. Rhea moved it in another knuckle and stirred gently. "Mmmmm, more. A little more," he begged. Still licking his balls she jammed her finger to the hilt up his hole and was rewarded with a small cry of mingled pain and pleasure. His red prick seemed to grow even larger and the head had turned a deep purple with the pounding blood so near it's surface.
Sofia was adding her murmurs to his. It felt so good to be eaten. It seemed as though a woman knew all the special places, and had a delicacy of touch much better than that of a man's. Her hips were grinding out small circles, and several times she almost lost her balance as she tried to squat down just enough to get some of that rubbery cock in her hole.
Carmen was speaking to her.
"Here, baby. Come, on down. It's just waiting for you. Feel it. It can stuff you so full you'll never be hungry again." She lifted the dildo a little and rubbed it lightly against her oozing lips. "Here it is. It wants you baby. Don't you want it. Come on now. Just squat a little and you'll have it for ever."
That was what Sofia was afraid of, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation to thrust herself down on the huge fake prick. Her cunt was actually hurting her now, it's need was so great.
"Stop torturing me, for God's sake," she implored. "Let me have it. Fuck me with it, and you can all go free."
Claudie started to laugh. "Can Rachel come with me?" she asked, and a cold shiver ran up Sofia's spine. She knew there was no hope, and it was hard to be resigned. Particularly when that aching wet cunt of hers had a mind of it's own. Without realizing what she was doing her slightly spread legs were bending her lower and lower over the dildo, until she could actually feel it's hardness pressing against her lips.
"Good Lord, I can't bear it," she shrieked, and despite a huge effort at self control that just didn't work out, she pushed herself down hard against the waiting shaft. The rope around her neck tightened powerfully and as the huge prick rammed it's way up her box she gave one final scream and the stool tipped over. She dangled in mid air, her neck broken and her tongue hanging out, with that huge false prick rammed completely up her cunt.
That finished Marcellus off. Not understanding why Sofia had screamed, but thinking instead of being dead, that she had gotten satisfied, he completely lost his head. He pushed his aching cock forward as far as it would go, and then, despite the pressure of the rope on his neck, he drove it home into the wet pussy that was stretched out and waiting for him. His thrashing legs kicked the stool backwards, and with a strange grin on his face he died, his stiff shaft completely surrounded in the mucousy walls of his former slave's cunt.
There was a deathly silence in the room, and then the sound of several motors growing closer and closer brought the pale and satisfied girls to a panicky attention.