Chapter 5
The sound of running water made Claudie snap back to reality. In front of her was a huge tiled pool with a fountain in the middle spraying turquoise water.
"Come on in. The water's fine," said a laughing voice, and Claudie saw four of the girls she had met at lunch splashing and playing in the pool as though they hadn't a care in the world.
"Three's a crowd," sneered Claudie's escort. "I'm sure you won't be needing me to wash your back." With that, he walked indignantly away.
"Don't be scared, honey. We won't bother you," said the redhead, whose name was Rhea. "Anyway, we've got some bad news to tell you about your friend."
Then she remembered Rachel. "Oh how could I have forgotten," Claudie reproached herself. "Where is she? What's going to happen to her?" Claudie asked with bated breath.
"Join us and pretend you're washing," Rhea said. "I'll tell you all about it."
Claudie stepped into the pool and took a bar of scented soap one of the girls handed to her. "Tell me," she begged in a whisper.
"There's going to be a big party tonight," Rhea began. "We don't know which of us have to go yet, but you're definitely on the list. After the entertainment everyone's going to go down to the arena. You know. Where they hold gladiator fights. Rachel and Diana are going to perform then. A fight to the death."
"Good Lord," Claudie gasped. "You can't be serious. That's murder."
"That doesn't trouble them," another girl put in. "It's happened before, and nothing's been done. Quick! Start washing. Someone's coming."
Rhea grabbed some soap and started scrubbing Claudie's back. The blond -haired girl who had spoken before began to rinse off her body under the fountain. Her long hair flowed over her smooth white shoulders and her long neck arched upwards as the turquoise splashes fell on her face.
"Lovely, my dear," Sofia said, as she quietly entered the room. "For that performance you're invited to attend our little gathering this evening. Well Sandra, what do you have to say to that."
Tears of terror sparkled in Randy's eyes, but she controlled herself and managed to say, "as you wish."
"I'm so glad to hear it. And you Claudie dear. Feeling better now that you freshened up a bit. I'm sure you are. My, my. What nasty marks on your back. Marcellus should learn to be more gentle. I'll send the doctor to you. I'm sure he can find something soothing to put on your battle scars."
Sofia had something equally cheerful to say to all the girls and just as she was leaving she turned to Claudie.
"Oh yes, my dear. I thought you'd be interested to know that you'll be seeing your friend tonight. Oh? So you already know. You should learn to keep your eyes from speaking."
Sofia walked out, and Claudie couldn't help but admire her graceful walk. The delicate fall of the toga was made for a body like hers. It made her long, lithe form flow. And her full sensuous lips which smiled so sneeringly had but a short time ago been fastened hungrily on Claudie's oozing cunt lips. The memory made Claudie's cunt itch anew.
The girls finished bathing and stepped out of the pool. They dried themselves and Rhea came over to help Claudie reach her inaccessible back. Tenderly, and with tears in her eyes, she patted away the clotted blood.
"It's getting to be more and more unbearable here," she said angrily. Tears of futile anger choked her voice.
"There must be something to do about it," Claudie said desperately. "Maybe there's some way we could escape."
"Two girls tried a few months ago. We saw what happened to them. It isn't worth trying. Not unless you can be sure it will work."
"What did they do to the girls?" Claudie felt a morbid curiosity in the fate of two people who were in the same position as herself.
"Nothing much. They were just turned over to any one who wanted to use them. Some of the people around here have pretty strange tastes. Just look at your back. Two days later they were dead." Rhea's eyes were hard when she spoke. Claudie was sorry to have awakened such bitter memories, but the look of hatred in her friend's eyes made Claudie step back a pace.
"Well anyway, something's got to be done tonight. They may kill Rachel! I can't stand by and let that happen. She's in trouble because of me. I've got to save her life."
"Well, let's go to the dining room. We can talk about it better there." Rhea was right. This was not the place to make any plans.
The five girls walked quickly down the hall and entered the dining area. All crowded on one couch, they started to whisper their ideas. After twenty minutes they rose and with a new look of determination.
A guard came in and called Claudie over. "Go to the examining room. The doctor's waiting for you." With out looking back Claudie walked out of the room. She now had hope where there was none before.
This time the doctor was alone. He smiled pleaRandy when she entered.
"It's so nice to see you again, my dear. It's too bad we don't have time to chat this afternoon, but there's a new shipment coming in, if you know what I mean," he said giggling, "and my time just isn't my own." Claudie looked rather relieved, which offended the man.
"I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy our last visit. Now if you don't mind, I'd be obliged if you'd lie face downward on that table."
Claudie quietly did as she was told. The doctor took out a jar of some ointment and smeared it on her torn back, humming all the while.
"Now to prepare you for tonight," he said. Suddenly hands grabbed Claudie and forced her to her knees. "Don't crawl away now," he said, and laughed at his own joke.
Leather thongs soon were attached to her wrists and ankles making movement impossible. Her knees were spread so far apart that it seemed amazing to her that she wasn't falling off the table.
"Marcellus says you're too small for tonight's entertainment," the doctor said thoughtfully. "Now it seems to me that a little stretching would ease the situation considerably."
Singing to himself, the doctor rummaged through his little black bag until he found what he wanted.
"Stop wriggling," he said to Claudie. "You're only making it more difficult on yourself." He walked up to the head of the table and let Claudie have a look at what he was holding. She closed her eyes as a spasm of shame ran through her belly.
"The width of this particular dildo," explained the good doctor, "is equivalent say to approximately the width of an average cock and a half. Now I can't be certain of this, but my judgment is usually sound."
The same two pairs of hands that had bound her now were grasping her solid buttocks and pulling them as far apart as was humanly possible. The thought of her exposed soft brown circle made a red blush creep over her face and neck.
"What are you embarrassed about?" asked the doctor. "We've all got those things and they come in very handy sometimes. If you don't like that little winking brown eye I can always sew it up for you." He laughed heartily as he thought about it, but Claudie turned pale. She was beginning to take everything he said seriously.
"Okay. Brace yourself honey. Here goes." With those words the doctor bent down and started to insert the huge dildo into Claudia's gaping vagina.
"Stop, stop," she begged, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. It just didn't seem possible that that huge instrument could ever fit up her narrow pussy.
"Perhaps what you need is a little lubrication," said the doctor. Removing the sticky wedge of rubber he bent his head and with small sucking noises he proceeded to lick every nook and cranny of her rosy cleft.
It felt wonderful. Claudie started to moan softly and shoved her ass in to the doctor's face.
"Well it looks like you had enough," he said between pants. Grabbing the dildo once again he slowly forced it's entrance into the mouth of her moist and ready cunt. It didn't hurt so much this time, and as he twisted and pushed it further up the crevice Claudie found herself straining at her bonds to force herself further down on this instrument of pleasure.
"Deeper, deeper," she groaned, unaware of anything but her burning up womb. It crept further up her belly until it seemed it must reach past her navel. Then the movement stopped. Claudie sobbed breathlessly while the rubber monster was attached to her body. Two circles of elastic were attached to the short stub of rubber that poked out from between her swollen lips. Claudie was then untied and the circles were closed around the tops of each thigh. Strong nylon cords were tied to these circles, and these cords were in turn attached to a thin cord which was tied around her waist. That huge rubber organ was in to stay. Claudie knew she wouldn't dare try to untie the cords. Everyone here was insane!' Who could tell what they'd do to her for trying to ease her own pain.
The dildo seemed to be hollowing out the walls of her cunt, and her whole lower half was one dull ache. Claudie dazedly tried to take a few steps, but that strange wedge which had suddenly become a part of her body rubbed painfully against the softness of her thighs. Her cunt lips were swollen and she could feel a small trickle of blood and something else run down her leg.
"Well, what are you waiting for," the doctor said cruelly. "Your time is up. Go back and play with your friends. You'll get used to it soon enough and you only have to wear it for a few hours. Scram!"
Numbly Claudie stumbled out. She could see herself in a hall mirror, and she started to laugh. She looked so ludicrous. Like a forty year old cowboy who'd been thrown off his horse.