Match III

The 3 minutes between periods seemed to fly by. Mark had given her water, stroked her head again, given her soft words of encouragement. He was proud of her. Was so glad she had made it through the whole period. He had caressed her, kissed her, and encouraged her to get back into the ring.So here Nikki was. Standing, slicked with oil, on the slippery surface of the mat, waiting for the bell to ring. She was tired. She could feel her muscles, sore, lactic acid built up between the fibers. She shook her left leg out, trying to get the blood to flush some of the lactic acid out. Now her right. Jason was eyeing her.The bell rang.Jason lunged for her. This time she wasn't quick enough to rotate out of the way and he had her flat on the mat, almost immediately. His hands slipped over the surface of her body. His naked chest was against her back, his arms around her. He was caressing her, touching her, squeezing her. He pushed her onto her belly.Nikki could feel him behind her, the warmth of his body, the oil making their skin slide. He was rubbing himself on her back. She could feel every contour of his form. And now his hands – oh, his hands were on her breasts from behind. He was holding them, stroking them, compressing the nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling them. Nikki panted."Ahh, you like this, don't you bitch? You want me to fuck you, don't you? You little whore!" Jason was whispering in Nikki's ear. How dare he! He was a slave just like her. Why was he calling HER a whore? She felt the rage welling up inside her. She didn't know what his intent was…. Did he want to get her mad? Make a better show? Or was he just an ass? She couldn't tell, but she couldn't let it slide either.Nikki reared back on her haunches, pushing up with her hands and trying to get him off her. She shook from one side to the other. Moving her hips, using the strength of her thighs. She knew her legs were her best asset, if she could get her quads in there she might have a chance of defending herself. Jason was having none of it. He kicked her legs out from under her, pushed her back down onto the mat, flat on her face. Then he lay on top of her, she could feel the weight of him, she could feel his cock against her ass. It was as hard as a rock. And it felt huge against her. She knew he was going to get it into her asshole sooner or later, it was only a question of how long she would hold him off. The idea of it scared her. He was so big! He was touching her all over, almost like he was doing it just to show her he could. He had his hands on her breasts again, cupping, squeezing, stroking almost like he was trying to milk her. There was nothing she could do. The mat was so slippery, he was so big. She tried to move from side to side, to escape him, but it felt like he was everywhere. She tried to push back into him, to get him off balance, but that only pushed her ass into his hard cock. She tried to crawl forward, but he was pushing down into her so hard she couldn't move. She beat her fists into the mat, in frustration. Tried to rear back up again. Jason moved his hands down and pulled her legs apart, pushing her knees up with his thighs and pulling them up with his hands. It didn't matter what she did with her arms, he had her legs so firmly under his control she couldn't do anything. Nikki felt Jason slide his hands down to her buttocks. Oh no! He was going to part them with his hands. He was going to have completely
unfettered access to her anus. Nothing she could do. She tried again to shimmy from side to side, to move forward, to push back. No luck. His hands were holding her open now.The head of Jason's cock was pushing against her anus. She couldn't have lasted more than a minute and he was already there. She rocked her hips forward to push herself slightly out of reach, but he just moved forward relentlessly."You're not getting away from me." Jason's voice was at her ear again. "You can feel it, can't you? You know what it is. You know that I am going to fuck your little ass. I'm going to ram it in. I'm going to fill you up." He was taunting her. Nikki squeezed her muscles shut. She wasn't going to make it easy for him. She could hold him off with her sphincter. She clamped herself shut. She could feel him pushing against her anus, but she was like a rock. Hard and closed. She wasn't going to let him in. She squeezed and squeezed.It was hard to breathe. She was breathing shallowly, clenching. Jason was still pushing against her. But she was tight."Come on, bitch! Let me in." Jason was stabbing at her now, she could feel the head of his cock, covered in oil, deflecting off her anus as he held her cheeks apart and shoved.She tried to wiggle from side to side. But there was very little play in his grip. He had her pinned, but good. She was relying only on her ass. She could feel it in her thighs now. All of the muscles working together to hold her closed. She could feel him against her. Pushing. She made a conscious effort to tighten and, as she felt it close down again, she realized that it must have relaxed a bit. She was having trouble holding on.Nikki squeezed more. Felt her anus tighten up again. Jason was still pushing into her, hard. She squeezed."I'm going in!" He was pushing, pushing, pushing. It was relentless. She heard the bell go off. Only 30 seconds more. But there was no way she could last 30 seconds. About 5 seconds later, she tried to squeeze and realized there was almost no squeeze
left. She felt him push the head of his cock in. It felt like he was ripping a hole in her, the pain was intense. She was still trying to squeeze, locking her sphincter as shut as possible, but he was pushing past all that contracted muscle, the nerves protesting.
"Ahhh, you little cunt. See! I got you now." Jason truly was taunting her now. He was inside her, and even her strength wasn't going to help her now. He pushed deeper, and deeper still. Tearing past her tight muscles, the pain shooting up her.
He felt immense. She thought for sure he had to be done. Had to be fully inside her. And then he gave another thrust and was deeper
still. He pulled out slightly and paused.
Nikki was glad Mark had done such a wonderful job lubricating her.
Jason was stretching her so violently. The pain was making her lightheaded."Come on girl. Give me your ass. Push. Let me in." Jason was coaxing her now. "Make it easier on yourself."Nikki had a choice. Should she give in to it? Should she let him? Or keep fighting? It was less than 30 seconds, she might be able to make it. But at the same time, he had already won the round. He was inside her. He had penetrated her two ways. Why fight more?Jason was holding her upper thighs apart, he had her completely pinned. There was nothing she could do.Nikki gave in. Relaxed her sphincter, and pushed slightly to let him all the way in. He thrust deeper into her, pushing her to capacity. He had her against one of the side posts and was really ramming his cock deep into her ass now. She felt so full, packed totally full of his hot flesh.
The sensation radiated up from her asshole. She felt the warm feeling traveling up her spine, along her scalp. Jason's hands on her also contributed to the feeling of being completely enveloped, surrounded and filled. He was so deep in her.
He thrust over and over into her. Slamming his weight into her. She was crying out with each stroke, her cries echoing out into the empty theater. Would she even hear when the final bell went off? Oh, she hoped so!

Just when she thought she must have missed it, Jason had been fucking her in the ass for so long, she heard the bell. It was finally over. She had survived another period, but it wasn't over yet. Jason pulled his cock out of her in one sweeping motion and she remained face down, feeling like she had been turned inside out, feeling like she had a gaping hole in her ass. She did have a gaping hole in her ass… her anus winking and clenching like it didn't know how to function anymore.Mark picked Nikki up and brought her back to her corner."Sweetie, you are doing great. Really. I'm proud of you." Mark was practically cooing in her ear. He gave her some oxygen to build her up a bit. Had her drink. Cleaned her off, calmed her down, re-oiled her where it was necessary.The three minutes of rest were flying by. "This next one is going to be harder, hun. He's going to have to get it in your mouth. You can fight, I want you to. But once it is inevitable, let him do it. I don't want you to get hurt. And I don't want him to get hurt. No teeth, you hear me?"Nikki nodded. "Yes Sir.""It's going to be hard. You hate him, don't you?""Yes, Sir." Nikki grinned. Her trainer certainly knew her."You are going to want to bite the thing off. But don't." He looked her in the eye. "Don't. You got it?""Yes, Sir.""Okay, girl. Get in there. Fight."Mark pulled Nikki to standing and pushed her back towards the center of the ring.She was exhausted. Amazing how 9 minutes had been so incredibly tiring. But they had been. She felt like she could barely stand.
Jason, on the other hand, looked great. They had cleaned him up. Washed his cock carefully. After all, he was supposed to put it in her mouth. He looked fresh as a daisy. Looked ready to take on anyone and anything.Nikki circled, trying to keep her balance on the slippery surface. Jason was going to lunge again. She knew it.Sure enough, he pushed into her. Got her down. And started grappling. He had her slipping and sliding over the slick mat. He was behind her again, pinning her to the floor. He was all over her, his hands everywhere. His body against her, his cock right there, hard, insistent.Nikki moaned. When would this be over? She tried to get back up on her hands and knees, her limbs slipping on the oiled mats. She tried to get her feet under her, but it was hopeless.Jason got her in a choke hold, his arm around her neck, her body on top of his, face up. The worst part-- in this position, his right hand was free. He thrust it between her legs. Just showing off. He cupped her pussy while she wriggled and tried to get away. Then just as she was accepting the indignity of that, he pushed two fingers into her cunt, thrusting them in deep and rotating them around.Nikki cried out; in shock, outrage, and – even more humiliating – arousal. She could feel his hard cock behind her as he thrust his fingers into her wet cunt, knowing that he could feel just how aroused she was. That there was no hiding it. She moaned again.Then, just as suddenly as he had thrust them into her, Jason removed the fingers. The bottom half of her body was just dangling, as he held her from the neck.What was he doing? She couldn't figure it out. His right hand was still free.
Then she found out. He had brought his hand to her face. He was pressing the two fingers he had just had in her cunt to her lips. Pushing them into her mouth. Making her taste her own oily sex. Just to humiliate her. Just because he could.Nikki pressed her lips together. She wasn't just going to let him put his fingers in her mouth."Oh, gonna play hard to get, cunt?" Jason hissed in her ear. "Well, I have a trick for that."He let go of her neck with his left arm and took her head in his left hand. Now he had his right hand pressed into her mouth and his left hand pressing into the back of her head, her body still draped overhis. He pressed his left thumb into the back of her jaw right below her ear. Pressed as hard as he could. And he was strong.The pain was incredible. Intense. Amazing. Nikki felt it in her toes, her ears, her fingertips, all over her body. She just wanted it to end.Nikki opened her mouth."That's right, bitch. Do what I tell you to do."Surely this wasn't a legal wrestling move. But it didn't look like anybody had seen. Nikki didn't want to be a whiner. Didn't want to complain. So she just scraped the bottom of Jason's fingers with her lower teeth. Like she had done it by accident."Cunt!" Jason grunted into her ear even as he rolled on top of her, covering her with his weight and crushing her into the mat.Nikki just smiled to herself. She never claimed to be anything but a cunt.

“I’m going to fuck your face so hard you will feel my cock coming out your asshole!” he was taunting her again. “Your throat better be ready.”

Nikki wasn’t looking forward to it. Not that she didn’t like a hard cock in her mouth, but he was mad at her, and that never boded well for a blow job.

Jason had pinned her on her back now, his hands on her wrists, holding her to the mat. He got up on his hands and knees, hovering over her. She could feel the head of his cock oozing pre-cum onto her hip. His face was right over hers, he was staring down into her eyes.

Then he pulled her arms down to her sides and moved his knees up to pin her arms down with his knees, his weight suspended over the top of her torso. He was holding her immobile with his knees and holding her head with his hands. The bottom of her body felt helpless, it didn’t matter – she could twist and rock and rotate her hips, but it didn’t make the slightest difference in his inexorable move towards her mouth.

Jason’s cock was at Nikki’s chin now. His hands like a vise grip on her head. She wasn’t going to be able to resist this either. At least she had made it past the third round. That was what Mark had wanted. Maybe the best thing was to give into this. Mark had told her not to fight too hard. Maybe she should just give up now.

Nikki opened her mouth.

“Ah, you’ve learned your lesson. Going to be a bit more cooperative. Good for you.” Jason was cooing at her. He actually sounded genuinely appreciative. It did make it easier for him. Plus he was probably looking forward to a second orgasm. He hadn’t had enough time to cum in her ass, he was probably pretty ready.

Suddenly Nikki had an idea. Hmmm. Lull him into a false sense of security. Make him get really into it. Make him think she had given up completely. Get him to give himself over to it. Distract him. And then take advantage.

She pushed her tongue forward to rub the underside of his cock as he thrust it inside her. She used all her skill. Sucked, licked, rubbed, warmed his cock with her saliva. Hummed deeply in her throat, so he would feel the vibration travel up his cock. Made him welcome. Took him in.

And he responded to it. Moaned. She could feel him getting even harder. Jason was liking it for sure. She kept doing it. And he shifted his weight. Moved his hands forward, off her head and onto the mat, to support his upper body more. Moved his knees down off her arms, so he could more effectively thrust into her.

It was exactly the opening Nikki was looking for. She knew she had one shot, and only one shot. If she didn’t get it the first time, she would have blown the element of surprise. This was it.

Jason was moaning steadily as he pushed into her hot mouth. He could feel the cum mounting, his balls tightening, the orgasm just out of reach. He pushed a little faster, wanting it, needing it, knowing his time was limited. And her mouth felt so good. He could just imagine what it would be like to shoot directly down her throat, to feel her swallow his jism. He had to have it.

The dildo was hanging down off Jason’s belt, clearly in Nikki’s line of vision. In one smooth arc, she moved her right arm, grabbed hold of the dildo, reached up to Jason’s ass with her left hand and in one simultaneous act, she opened up his cheeks with her left hand and pushed the dildo as hard as she could with her right.

Nikki was only guessing about the exact position of his anus and the angle of entry, but she got lucky and he was thrusting back just at the moment that she reached up to push it in. Jason wasn’t expecting it at all. He really had been lulled into letting down his defenses.

So many things happened at once. First of all, Jason cried out, surprise, arousal, sensation, all combining to push him violently over the edge, a huge orgasm welling up, cum shooting from him.

Nikki felt the dildo slide into him, realized she had succeeded. She had WON. She had penetrated him. Penetrated Jason, this jerk slave who was so condescending, so arrogant, so much bigger than she was.

At the same time she felt the hot jet of his cum, the fluid hitting the back of her throat, acrid, pungent, the smell and flavor of it filling her head. Her body responding automatically, the arousal that was just below the surface peaking, the wetness Jason had felt in her cunt flowing even more. Her orgasm answered his, her head feeling like it was going to explode, blood flowing to the surface of her skin, heat flushing her. Feeling light headed.

Jason roared with the pleasure of it, but also the frustration. He knew he’d been had. That he had let his guard down, the pleasure overwhelming his consciousness. He had won the match when he got his cock into her mouth. He could have stopped there. But no. He had been greedy. Had kept going. Had wanted more. Had wanted to cum. And he was paying the price now. The dildo hard in his ass, spreading him, penetrating him.

The thirty second bell had rung sometime after he put his cock in her mouth, and now the final bell rang signaling the end of the period. And the end of the match. After all, he had penetrated her in all three orifices and cum twice; she had penetrated him, too. What else was there to do.

The audience was small, but they were all clapping wildly. The applause joined by hoots and whistles. They obviously approved of the match, were pleased with the drama of the ending. Nikki and Jason separated themselves, Nikki let go of the dildo and tried to wipe the cum that was trailing from her mouth. They both got to their feet at the center of the ring, slightly stunned.

But who was the winner? Had Nikki’s surprise penetration trumped Jason’s three-fold penetration? Or did the fact that he had accomplished his goal first make him the winner?

Sylvie’s voice rang out in the empty theater. “Good job my slaves. I am proud of both of you. Jason, you are a beautiful fighter; skilled, thorough, and magnificent. And Nikki. Oh, Nikki! You are so strong. Out weighed, over matched in experience, I’m very impressed that you managed to fill Jason’s ass so effectively. Using his own arousal against him…” she chuckled…”very clever.”

The trainers both came out of their corners to wrap their slaves in robes. Nikki felt Mark’s arms around her and she sighed as she relaxed into him, such a joy to feel him, feel her success, feel the approbation of the evaluator.

“It is a tough call. But I am declaring Nikki the winner. She was the underdog and Jason let down his guard. Not to worry though, I will give Jason a positive evaluation too. He did an impressive job. And frankly, I loved that orgasm. It was a pleasure to watch.”

Nikki let herself fall further into Mark’s arms. She had WON, really WON. It was official. How wonderful! She smiled. She just wanted this moment to last forever.

Match II

Mark came into the ring to collect Nikki and take her back to her
corner. He tenderly picked her up from the slippery floor and
practically carried her over to the stool he had set up. He let her
lean back into the ropes and gave her a drink of water, smoothed back
her hair, and whispered in her ear. "Oh! My Nikki! You were
magnificent."

Nikki looked up at him, honestly surprised. She had thought he would
be disappointed. After all, she'd had an orgasm! She had had the
audacity to cum during a competition where she was supposed to RESIST.
That's not much resistance is it? She started to protest,
"B…b….b…but, Sir…."

"Shhhh, girl. Don't protest." Mark cut her off. "You were
magnificent, truly. Let that sink in. Are you listening to me?" He
looked at her expectantly.

Nikki nodded.

"You demonstrated your competitiveness, you put in a good fight, and
it made for a delicious show…"

Nikki looked at him skeptically.

"… and if you enjoyed yourself, it only shows what a hot, wet, cunt
you are. It is proof positive that you are always ready, always
willing. And is quite valuable."

Nikki let that sink in. This was a new value system that was for
sure. But it made sense. Maybe she wasn't 'supposed' to be so sexual
in her old life, there she had to control herself or risk
consequences. Here there were no negative consequences for being
completely wanton. Here it was expected of her. Looked for. Prized.

"Now that he's had one success, Jason may get a bit cocky, let down
his guard. You can take advantage of his overconfidence. He may try
to show off – if you see him doing that, that is your opening. Or he
may lose himself in the moment, that's your opening too. Do you
understand?" Mark waited for Nikki to reply.

"Yes, Sir." She answered and nodded vigorously.

"I expect you to make it through this next period, with no
penetration. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir." Nikki was scared. How was she supposed to do that?
Three whole minutes? Admittedly, it might be harder for Jason to
achieve penetration of her mouth or asshole than it was to do her
cunt. But still, three minutes felt like an eternity.

Nikki glanced over at Jason. His trainer was oiling Jason up; he had
washed off Jason's penis, removing all the white curd-like deposits
from Nikki's vagina, and now he was rubbing oil on the slave's member,
coaxing the erection back, making Jason harder and harder until Nikki
could once again see the vein standing out at the bottom of his cock
and she could remember what it had been like to have that cock deep
inside her.

"Stay with me, girl." Mark's voice snapped Nikki back to attention and
pushed her gaze away from the erect sex. "Only 30 more seconds until
the next period starts. Here take a drink." Mark held the straw to
Nikki's lips again. "I know you can do it, Nikki. Get in there and
do it for me." Mark patted Nikki on the head as the bell rang.

Nikki stood. It was time. She moved forward to the center of the
ring, eyeing her opponent warily.

"You liked that, didn't you, bitch?" Jason was speaking softly,
almost hissing the words at her.

Nikki ignored him, focused instead on his hands, his torso, the motion
of his body. Trying to assess when he was going to lunge for her,
because she knew he was going to.

Sure enough, Jason moved to the left and started toward her. She
rotated away from him and he landed on the mat, his momentum too great
to stop when it didn't meet the resistance of her mass. Nikki looked
down at him and grinned.

Now what? Should she jump on him? Try to get the dildo in her hand?
Or try to kill more time by forcing him to get back up? She thought
about their size differential. Yes, she was a big girl, but not big
enough to be a fair match up if they were both down on the mat. She
needed to stay standing. Get him to scramble back to his feet.

Of course, by the time she had worked all this out, he was already
standing. And he lunged for her again. This time she tried to rotate
in the opposite direction and she wasn't fast enough. He caught her
shoulder and she was down, half pinned under him, siding through the
oil coating the mat.

Nikki got to her hands and knees as fast as possible. She knew the
danger of ending up flat on her back on the mat. It was too easy for
him to use his weight to incapacitate her there.

Jason saw Nikki's breasts hanging down, the skin glistening with oil,
the nipples dark, hard, glistening with oil. And he couldn't resist.
He had plenty of time to penetrate her later. Now he was going to
have a little fun. He leaned in and grabbed her right breast with his
left hand, capturing the nipple between two fingers and pulling.

What? Nikki was outraged. It was one thing for him to pin her. Fuck
her. That was part of the competition. But this was just taking
advantage. This was gratuitous groping. She glared at Jason,
narrowing her eyes. She was going to get him.

Jason's little distraction with Nikki's breast had three effects.
First, it pissed Nikki off. Second, it gave her enough time to get
her weight back on her legs, where her real power was. And third, it
put Jason slightly off balance because he was leaning forward.

Nikki reached up and pulled on his arm with enough force that it
pulled him all the way forward and his feet slipped on the oily
surface of the mat pitching him forward. YES! That was better.

But now it was Jason's turn to be enraged. The little whore! He
rotated back up and got on his feet as quickly as he could. He was
going to get her. Show her. Give her what she deserved. He lunged.

Jason's hands caught Nikki's hips and then slid upwards along her
sides, alongside her breasts, coming to rest in her armpits. She felt
the warm trail of oil where he had touched her, feeling the imprint of
his hands on her flesh, tracing her curves. She felt the outline of
her own body as it must feel to him, the swell of her hips, the narrow
indentation at her waist, the soft cushion of flesh, then her rib cage
and back, muscular and strong, the breasts curving out. She felt
remarkably feminine for a wrestler.

Jason seemed to appreciate the beauty of Nikki's form, too. He pulled
her toward him, rather than pushing her down to the mat, to press her
body into his body. He seemed suddenly less concerned about winning
now, more interested in how she felt against him. She might be a
whore, she might be the competition, but more urgently she was a
woman, warm, pulsing with life, sexy. He was a sex slave too, trained
to want. And he wanted Nikki in this moment.

Nikki felt the warmth of Jason's chest against her, felt his slippery,
oiled, arms slide around her. The feel of him, hard against her… the
heat of it. He was so strong. Hard. His chest hard, and his cock
hard, too.

Jason's hands were traveling up and down her back, tracing her spine,
pushing her breasts into him tighter. Sliding over her back. They
were both so oily. His hands were sliding, slipping over her.

She pushed her hips into him, her pussy sliding against his thigh.
She rubbed it into him, the sensations traveling up her body and
joining together – her pussy against his thigh, nipples against his
chest, his hands on her, all of them converging in her center and
making her tingle. The tingling mounting and growing. Her breath
coming hard, groaning into his ear, feeling his hands pressing her
even more tightly into him.

Suddenly Nikki remembered what the hell they were doing here. They
weren't putting on a sex show. This wasn't supposed to be that kind
of entertainment. The embrace was killing time, that was good. But
she needed to make sure it wasn't some kind of trick. A ruse to get
her to let her guard down so he could pin her to the mat again and
push his cock into her asshole this time.

His arms were so tight around her, she could barely move. This wasn't
going to be easy to get out of. She moved her arms around his body,
sliding them down to his waist, lower, to his ass. She caressed his
rounded, muscular, buttocks with her left hand, while she tried to
find the dildo with her right. Yes, that's what she needed to do.
Grab it. Use it. Fuck him with it. She found it, held on to the
belt with her left hand while she looked for his anus with the tip of
the dildo.

Jason was lost in the sensations of her hands. But he wasn't so lost
that he didn't feel the dildo. Damn it! He had almost lost his head.
Fuck! He had to pull himself together. Get his mind back in the
game. Get her on the ground.

The 30-seconds-left-in-the-period

-bell rang just as he got her down.
He was desperate now. As he pushed his weight into her, Nikki rotated
to the left, sliding on the oily surface. She moved her hip up into
him, trying to block him, counting off in her head. 30. 29. 28. 27.
26. She only had to last down to 0. She could do it.

Jason used his right hand to push her face down into the mat, pinning
her shoulders down with his body, while he tried to use his left to
guide his cock toward her anus. She wasn't having it. She pushed her
weight from side to side, moving her hips wildly. 25. 24. 23. 22.
21. 20. 19. Now he put both hands down to her buttocks, giving her
the opportunity to get her hands under her chest and lift herself up
off the mat, rotating as she lifted. 18. 17. 16.

Jason wasn't happy about it. He knew time was running out and he
needed to get inside her. Maybe it would be easier on her back.
After all he had pinned her pretty effectively in the last round. He
rotated her, surprisingly easily. She might have been 5'10" and
165lbs, but he was still bigger, stronger, and able to manipulate her.
He got her down on her back, his body over hers, crushing her. 15.
14. 13. 12.

Nikki felt the helplessness of being outweighed, under strength, and
overmatched in wrestling skill. She felt panic welling up from her
cunt. There wasn't much time left in the match, but was she going to
be able to fulfill her promise to Mark? Was she going to make it
through the whole period? Oh, how she wanted to.

At the same time, the helplessness was a powerful feeling. The rush
of adrenaline as her body tried to summon the strength to meet the
challenge. The blood flowing to the surface of her skin. Oh. It was
arousal. Unbelievable. Even in this moment. This task. This
challenge. The familiar effect. Awareness of her slavery, her
weakness, her position, the fact that she was just a puppet, a toy, to
be played with, an amusement. All feeding into the arousal, building
it, growing it, making it stronger.

11 seconds. 10. 9. Not much longer! She was helpless, yes. A
slave yes. But she still had free will, still had a desire to please,
still wanted to make Mark happy. She could last. She could. She had
fought Mark off in the woods. She had survived the Serbians. She
could do this. She rocked her hips from side to side, making it
harder for Jason to get his slippery cock near her slippery asshole.

Now it was only 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. She made one final push to wrench
her body away from his probing cock. 3. oh please! 2. Nikki was
sure she would make it. 1. YES YES YES!

The bell rang. She had done it! She had made it all the way through.
Three whole minutes. She had survived it. Even if she had been a
bit of a pushover in the first period, this made up for it. This was
great! She had made it.

Match I

Mark had led her by the hand (greasy hand) to the theater. She felt so strange walking through the backstage area naked and glistening with oil. Her skin felt warm, both from the warm oil and from the extra blood flow. She felt good; rested, comfortable, strong. But she also felt hyper aware. Everything looked and felt stronger. She was aware of the wood beneath her feet, the smells of the old sets and costumes they were walking by, the color of the light.

They emerged into the big open space of the theater and had to walk down between two large stands of seats to get to the ring. The whole theater was empty except for a single row of spectators, five of them, and a male slave with what was obviously his trainer standing at the other side of the ring.

The spectators had their backs to Nikki, but she could see the slave. He was magnificent. Tall, muscular, with olive skin – his head was completely bald, probably shaved, and glistening with oil. He looked like he might be Greek or from another Mediterranean country. So strong looking. Powerful. Nikki was frightened.

“Oh! It’s Jason! Oh, Nikki, he’s good. Strong, skilled…” Mark was whispering in her ear as he continued to lead her towards the ring. Nikki knew he was trying to give her every advantage, had her best interests in mind. But he was frightening her. “He’s a bit of a show off. He’ll add some flourishes. That’s his weakness. When he tries to do something fancy, that’s when you go for it.” Mark squeezed her hand. “Got it?”

Nikki nodded.

“You’ll do great.” Mark’s voice certainly sounded calm. “I believe in you.”

They had gotten to the level of the spectators, in front of the ring. Nikki glanced over and felt the blood rise to the surface of her skin, her heart quicken, and her breath come hard. Her stomach contracted.

It was Sylvie. Sylvie and her slaves were seated directly in front of the ring. She was the evaluator. Nikki was going to be fighting for her.

Mark heard Nikki gasp. “Yes, hun. Sylvie is an evaluator. She used to do it much more a long time ago, but she wanted to come for this auction and she asked to come early and do a few evaluations. She’s a damn good evaluator, too. But let’s be honest – most of this evaluation is going to be about her deciding whether she wants to buy you herself, or not.”

Nikki felt her resolve grow even stronger. She wanted to impress Sylvie. She wanted Sylvie to want her. Wanted it so bad. Wanted it badly enough that she could live through 15 minutes of this fight. She was determined.

“There she is!” Sylvie’s voice was just as Nikki remembered it. Beautiful. Deep, without being masculine. Musical. Nikki wanted to just curl up at Sylvie’s feet and listen to her all night.

There was no time for listening. It was time to show herself, to show what she was made of. To prove her worth.

“Mark, have you explained the rules to your slave?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’ve done my best. But it is always good for you to review.” Mark was using his deferential voice again. Always surprised Nikki.

“Put her in the ring. Have her stand in front of Jason, let him put his arms around her, and I will explain the rules.”

Nikki tingled with anticipation. She felt all the hairs on her arms and on the back of her neck, even through the oil. She realized that she didn’t have any hair on her legs at all, otherwise she’d feel those, too.

Mark lifted the ropes and let Nikki step into the ring, following her carefully. The floor of the ring was springy, like a gymnastic mat, and it was coated with oil too. It was slippery and not easy to maintain balance. Nikki made her way to the center of the ring where Jason was waiting for her. She turned to face Sylvie.

Nikki’s eyes flickered shut in anticipation of feeling Jason’s body behind her. Sure enough, he made contact. Warm and slick with oil, she could feel his thighs behind hers, his stomach and chest against her back. His arms wrapped around her and he gently cupped her breasts. She stood still as she felt his cock press against her back.

Jason felt so good against her. He was big and warm and so alive. She could feel his body undulating gently. Ooo, he was smart. He was being so tender and soft. Sympathetic. Making her want him. He was doing it on purpose to break down her resistance. Make it easier to push himself on her. Smart.

Nikki took a deep breath and looked at Sylvie. Saw that Sylvie saw her regain control over herself. Saw a little smile play across Sylvie’s face. Sylvie looked Nikki straight in the eye, raised her eyebrow, and nodded. As if to say, “I saw that. I saw you get control over it. Good job, girl.” And Nikki felt the approval, felt good.

“Here are the rules. There will be 5 three-minute periods. The goal is penetration. Nikki, you are trying to get the dildo into Jason’s ass….” Sylvie was being crisp and straightforward in her description.

“You just try to get that in me!” Jason was hissing in her ear. He gave her nipple a little tweak and rubbed himself against her ass.

Sylvie was continuing. “Jason, you need to get your cock into Nikki’s mouth, her cunt, and her anus. All three, in whatever order you want.”

“Just you wait, girl. You’re going to love it. You’ll be begging me for it.” Jason sounded cocky. So damn sure of himself. She could feel his cock, hard and urgent, against her. And she could feel her body responding, her breath getting a little faster, her ass pushing back against him. Damn it, she was going to be her own worst enemy.

“And there is a bonus if Jason cums inside you, Nikki.”

Ohhh! Mark hadn’t told her about that! What kind of bonus? How motivated was he going to be? And how was he going to be able to get in her AND cum in a single 3 minute period? She thought of him, pushing her into the mat, his cock sliding, finding her opening. And she felt the rush of arousal in her cunt. Unavoidable. She had to fight the feeling.

Sylvie was continuing. “There will be no biting. Particularly if he gets his cock in your mouth Nikki – once he’s in, you have to take it and you can not use your teeth. No punching. And no hitting below the belt – you can’t use a knee to the groin to get him off you. Got it, Nikki?”

“Yes Ma’am” Nikki was ready to get started. At least get his body away from her for a moment, before she found herself spreading her legs and letting him in right then and there.

“Okay. Lets get going. Let go of her, Jason.”

Before he released Nikki, Jason whispered one last time in her ear, “I’m going to enjoy taking you every way possible. I can’t wait.”

“What an asshole,” Nikki thought to herself. So fucking arrogant. She’d show him.

They stood facing eachother at the center of the ring waiting for the starting bell.

Nikki looked at Jason. Okay, he was good looking. Okay, she was attracted to him. Okay, maybe it would feel good to fuck him. But she needed to put all that out of her mind. He was the enemy. He was a hurdle to be surmounted. He was a task like the others that had been put in front of her. She wanted to show Mark, and she definitely wanted to show Sylvie, that she could do it. She had to hold him off. Or better yet, fuck him.

Meanwhile, Jason was looking at Nikki like a hawk looking at a mouse. He wanted to have her for dinner. He knew that if he won, not only would he have the pleasure of having this slave – and that would be good in and of itself, he had been denied sex for 3 days leading up to this match – he would also have many other pleasures. There was dinner. Mmmm, real food! And the bonus. Last time the bonus had been a slave in his bed for the whole night, for him to use as he wished. That had been quite worth it. And there was the pleasure of winning. She looked like she was going to put up a fight. He wanted to trounce her.

The bell rang.

Ohh! It was starting. Finally, the match had begun. Nikki almost couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t sure what to do. And in that moment of hesitation, Jason was on her. He had wrapped one leg around her and taken her down, sliding on the oil. She felt her left hip hit the mat and skid over the slick surface.

Now Jason was on top of her. Damn! The match was only seconds old, and he was already forcing her legs apart with his knees holding her arms down above the elbows, pushing into her with his weight. She could feel his cock trying to find her opening. She had to fucking do something!

Nikki rotated herself, sliding her hips to the side and making it impossible for Jason to get her legs apart. She wriggled, rocking her weight as hard as she could from side to side. She got him off balance and he hit the mat.

“Mmmm” Jason whispered in her ear. “I like ‘em feisty. But I’m going to get you. Don’t you worry.”

It was the wrong thing to say to Nikki. He was so fucking sure of himself. And now condescending, too. It brought out all her competitive juices. All the energy that had brought her to the top of her career, that had defeated opponents and built up her teams. She drew on that now to turn the tables.

She slid across the oil on the mat. Sliding into the ropes. Jason grabbed her ankle, pulling her back to the center of the mat. She slid, her arms helpless to slow her down, her breasts shaking. The oil was slick and warm, sliding through it was kind of fun, but she knew she had to focus and get him. She was going to get him.

Jason was standing, bent over, bracing himself. Her ankle in his hand. She had to get him down. She summoned all of her strength and pulled her knee towards her chest in an explosive motion. Jason gasped, and tried to lean back, but she had surprised him and the slippery floor was too much. He was down. Ha!

Nikki rolled away from him. At least she had stalled a bit, and showed him she wasn’t going to be a total pushover. She tried to scramble to her feet but the mat was so slippery it was hard to get purchase. Jason pushed her back down and was back on top of her.

He tried to put her in a half nelson while he lifted her leg so he could slip his cock into her cunt. But she grabbed a hold of the wide leather belt around his waist, used the leverage to side out of his grip, but also to keep herself at the correct angle compared to his asshole. She got the dildo in her other hand and she reached around him, blindly poking towards his asshole, pushing it between his cheeks and trying to find where to get it in. Her left hand was slipping on his hip as she tried to hold him steady and poke the dildo into his ass with her right.

Jason roared with anger. No fucking way was this cunt going to fuck HIM. Maybe he had underestimated her. She was no tiny little thing, and no shrinking violet either. He was going to have to take this a little more seriously. Well, he could do that.

He flipped her back on her back. Used all is weight on her to pin her to the slippery ground. He must have been at least 200 lbs, and enough weight to hold her down. Nikki tried desperately to shimmy from side to side, make it a little harder for him, but he had pinned her chest down, was holding her wrists. He had his knees between hers, and was pushing her wider.

NOOOO! He was going to do it. He had her incapacitated. She couldn’t move, his weight too much for her. He pushed both arms together and held both wrists with his left hand as he used his right to push her right leg up further, opening her wider.

Nikki felt her labia part. She knew there was nothing blocking him. She could feel the head of his erect cock desperately poking at her. She rocked all her weight to the right, into his hand, trying to make it harder for him to find her opening. The mats were so slippery she got him slightly off balance, she felt his cock slide across her thigh. Maybe she could hold out. Maybe she could just keep him delayed slightly. Keep him from getting it in her. They had to be at least 2 minutes in by now.

Jason wasn’t going to let her get away with that. He pushed his legs apart to hold her spread open, kept his weight on her chest, with his left hand holding her hands together, despite the slippery-ness of her skin, his hand was large enough to hold both of hers together. And now he could reach his right hand down and guide his cock in. She tried to shift her weight to the left now, move back and forth, but his weight was too much on her.

There was nothing she could do. She felt the head of his cock at her opening. She tried to rock her hips back, hold herself just out of his reach, but he pushed forward. And then he was in her, just exactly at the same moment as the bell indicating that there was only thirty seconds left. At least this wouldn’t last long.

Jason was fucking her. Oh! His cock was so big, so hot, filling her. He brought his right hand back up to hold her left wrist, so now he could lift his weight slightly and use his legs to thrust into her.

“Take that, you little bitch!” He muttered under his breath, not loud enough for Sylvie to hear, but loud enough for Nikki to hear. Jason was mad. She had tapped into a competitive piece of him, too, and he was fucking her now with a vengeance. Was thrusting and grinding. He wasn’t stopping now that he had gotten there, he was going to cum in her.

Nikki felt him sliding inside her, pushing deeper and deeper. She was grateful for her arousal, at least he wasn’t hurting her. But she was humiliated by how easy it had been. She hadn’t even lasted one round.

She hadn’t lasted one round and he was going to cum. Jason was pushing deep into her, grunting with the effort of it. He gave two hard thrusts and then a third deeper still; then he arched his back pushed into her arms with his hands and cried out with his orgasm just as the final bell rang.

Nikki felt Jason’s intensity increase. She fought off the feelings in herself. She wanted to stay focused purely on the competition. But the round was already lost. He had penetrated her. And in the next 30 seconds she was unlikely to be able to penetrate him, he had both her hands firmly pinned. There was no way she could get a hold of the dildo. She could feel her body responding, her hips rocking up, using his hands on her wrists as leverage, she was meeting his thrusts now with thrusts of her own. Her muscles tensed, the sensation starting in her core and working out. She felt her own arousal interact with Jason’s. He could call her a bitch, he could do whatever he wanted. She was a sex slave. She was pure sex. And she had a big hard cock inside her, a beautiful strong slave on top of her, and her trainer in the audience. She let the feelings wash over her, her own cry answering his. She came at the moment she felt his jism shoot up into her, hot and powerful.

As the bell rang Jason dropped his grip on her hands and pulled out of her in one smooth motion. She felt his cum oozing out of her slick cunt. She lay still on the mat. She had failed. Damn it. She had been a disaster. Not only had he managed to fuck her, she had enjoyed it. Would she ever fucking learn?

Bring it on

Mark had taken good care of her. Well, that was his job after all… He had brought her back to his room in the wheelchair, had given her a gentle sponge bath, washed her hair, made her feel fresh and clean. And carefully helped her start walking again, holding her shoulders as she tentatively put her weight on her feet.

He had put her on the mat in the bathroom and filled her bowels with warm water. He had held her face in his hands as she pushed to evacuate, straining to get the excrement to move. He had encouraged her, stroking her hair back from her face, sharing this moment with her, possessing her so completely.

Nikki was so grateful to have Mark as her trainer. In each act he performed, she felt his care, his love, his concern for her. She knew he was going to profit, materially, from this. That he was going to make money from her sale. That she was a product he was working on, enhancing her value. But she also felt genuine emotion flowing from him. He loved her, she was sure of it.

He had let her rest, fed her, and carefully stretched her sore muscles. He had given her a deep tissue massage first, working her body from the outside in. Rocking her back and forth and then smoothing the muscles around her spine. He had massaged all the muscles of her back and shoulders, worked down each arm, and up each leg. He had touched the pressure points in her feet until she could feel the nerves firing all over her body. He had pushed into the knots in her calves from the hiking, had run his hands up her hamstrings and along the insides of her thighs until she moaned.

He had probed, and prodded, and touched her. Working her body like an instrument. Moving her limbs, manipulating her. She just relaxed into it. Let him do what he needed to do, even when it hurt. He knew what was best. It was for her own good.

And, after all that, Nikki did feel good. She felt totally refreshed. The extra oxygen, extra red blood cells, all that sleep, the deep tissue massage…. It had combined to make her feel revitalized, younger, more energetic. She felt she could face this new task, this new test. She was ready.

A good thing. Since he had walked her down the corridors, down the stairs, to a part of the facility she didn’t know. He had brought her through the theater, the ring at the center, she had seen it. It looked just like a boxing ring on TV, ropes, mats, covered posts. It was raised up at the center of the room. The theater looked like it could hold hundreds of people.

“Don’t worry, hun.” Mark had whispered in her ear, “This is a private match. There will only be a few of us in the audience.”

It was amazing how he could read her anxieties. Read her like a book, and then calm her. Calm her with just a word or two. Address exactly what she was focused on, and remind her that he was in charge. Remind her that he was taking care of her, that he cared about her. Make her feel loved.

Now they were in the dressing room. It was just the two of them. Mark and Nikki.

“I’m going to tell you a little about how the wrestling match works.” Mark was serious. He was facing Nikki, looking her in the eye.

“It’s going to be two of you in the ring. I’m not sure who the other is going to be… we won’t know until the last moment. But in all likelihood it will be a boy. And a strong one. Not really a fair match up. So you have different rules.”

Nikki felt a tingle run up her spine. This was really going to happen. Having Mark describe the rules to her was making it more real in a way. A wrestling match.

“The goal of the match is not to pin your opponent, but to….” Mark hesitated. “… to penetrate.” The hesitation only serving to further emphasize the word.

Penetrate. Wow. Forced penetration. Wrestling with the goal of entering her. Nikki felt herself blush at the idea, blood rushing to the surface of her skin. Oooo.

“Because of the inequality in the match up, you have different goals. To win, he needs to penetrate you three ways – in your cunt, your mouth, and your asshole.”

Nikki blinked. It wasn’t just going to be wrestling, him trying to fuck her, her trying to escape. He was going to have to fuck her three ways.

“And he gets a bonus if he cums inside you at the end.” Mark paused for her to be able to realize exactly what that meant, what it was going to feel like. “For you to win, you need to penetrate him with a dildo he’ll have attached by a chain to his belt.”

Nikki looked blankly at Mark.

“Oh, come on, girl. Don’t look so clueless. He’ll have a leather belt around his waist. With a big dildo hanging down. You need to grab hold of that dildo, and push it into his anus. Get it all the way in, pushing, all the way to the hilt. You get it all the way in, and you win. You will have the added advantage of having his belt for purchase.”

Nikki imagined it. A big fat dildo. Pushed it into a handsome young slave, while he fought her off. She felt a tingle again, this time deep in her pelvis, a feeling of warmth, opening. Arousal. Unmistakable. Well, Mark had certainly trained her well.

“And there is one other thing to know…. You will be greased.”

Greased? Nikki didn’t dare ask directly, but she hoped Mark was going to explain more. She knew her forehead was creased with a quizzical look.

Mark laughed. “Yes, girl. I will explain. You don’t have to look so concerned.”

He really did read her like a book. Amazing.

“You will be covered in oil. I’m going to put it on you now. He will be covered in oil too. And the ring will have a coating of oil.”

Mark was going to oil her now? She could imagine it. Was making her feel even more tingly.

“Now, Nikki. The most difficult bit for you is going to be that you will WANT him to fuck you. I know you. You won’t just be fighting him; you will be fighting your own desire. I know it, and he will know it too. Unless he’s an idiot, he’ll be able to feel you respond. And he’ll know that you want it, and he’ll use it against you.”

Nikki knew he was right. Knew that as soon as she got in the ring and felt his hands on her she would want it. Want him to fuck her.

“I want you to win. Or if you can’t win, to have it be obvious that you’ve done everything you could. Do you understand?”

Nikki nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice shook a little as she answered.

“I will be humiliated if you give up. If it looks like you’re just letting him fuck you. Do you understand?”

Nikki nodded again. “Yes, Sir.” She sounded a little more solid now.

“There will be five rounds. Each round is three minutes. There will be a warning bell when there is 30 seconds left in the round. I want you to make it through at least three rounds, you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir!” Three rounds. Nine minutes. It had only been a fraction of that on the hike with Mark. She had held him off for 30 seconds, and that had been hard.

“And I will add an enticement, a little extra motivation, if you win – either by making it through all five rounds without him successfully penetrating you in all three holes or by fucking him first. If you win, you get a full four-course meal. With real saturated animal fat and chocolate. If you lose, you will eat gruel for dinner as usual. Olive oil and soy protein.”

Oooo. Real food. She had eaten real food on the date with Charles. But other than that it had been nothing but protein shakes, gruel, and raw vegetables. Ooo for some bacon! Some chocolate. That would help motivate her.

“Now I am going to oil you. Are you ready? I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes Sir.” Nikki’s voice was clear and solid. She was ready. Mark had trained her, taught her. She wanted to please him and she knew that the desire to please him was the most important asset she had. As long as she kept that in the forefront, put him in front of her own base desires, her own pleasure seeking, her own neediness, she would get what she needed. She would be submissive.

“The oil is a combination of vegetable oils. All edible, so don’t worry about getting it in your mouth. It’s fine. But not too fragrant. Don’t want you smelling like popcorn or salad dressing.”

Mark was taking a squeeze bottle out of a stand-up warmer, the kind of warmer that is used to warm baby bottles or sauces in an industrial kitchen. He brought it over to her.

“I’m going to slick back your hair first.”

Nikki felt the warm oil on her scalp. It was body temperature. Surprisingly warm. Sensual. She felt it dripping down the back of her head, on her neck. And then Mark’s hands. His big strong hands, running it through her hair. Massaging it in. He was squeezing more out into his hand and rubbing it on her neck, her shoulders. She closed her eyes and swayed slightly.

It felt so good to have him rubbing her like this. He walked around behind her and coated her back with a thick layer of oil. Made sure that her sides were covered, her arms, her biceps and triceps, her forearms, her hands. He worked oil between her fingers and onto the palms of her hands.

Now he was putting oil on her ass. Ooo! He held her cheeks open and put oil directly on her anus. Put on a medical glove on to pushed a finger in and lubricate the muscles. She pushed back into him as he penetrated.

“I want you nice and lubricated. I don’t want him to hurt you. If you let him get his cock at your anus, I want him to slide right in. I don’t want him to have to push too hard.”

Nikki felt another set of tingles run up her spine. She was being prepared by her trainer to be fucked in the ass by a slave she didn’t know. Hard to believe. Hard to imagine. But true.

Mark went around to the front of her. She heard him remove the glove and toss it in the trash. Now he was oiling her chest. He carefully put warm oil on her breasts. Rubbing under them, stroking up, making the nipples stand out. Nikki gasped as he twisted and tugged on her now slick nipples.

“That’s right, girl. Show me how it feels. You love it when I touch you like this… don’t you, girl?” Mark was cooing at her, his voice soft and low.

Nikki moaned again. She was already aroused at the idea of this wrestling match. But Mark’s hands on her were irresistible. She pushed her hips forward, her mouth opened slightly, her breath was coming hard.

“Ohhh, Sir!” Nikki heard her own voice. Heard how plaintive she sounded. She was begging, even if it wasn’t in so many words. She was desperate for release. She wanted Mark to give it to her.

“Just a minute, girl. I’ll let you …. But not right now. Right now, I want you to breathe into it. Feel it. Feel the power of it. Feel how much you want it. And feel that you can’t have it yet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Mark kept rubbing oil in. Now he was kneeling in front of her. That seemed so strange. Just on the face of it. She was supposed to kneel in front of him, not the other way around. But he was rubbing the oil in. Her feet, her calves, her knees, and finally her thighs. He was rubbing oil up her thighs. His hands getting closer and closer to her sex.

Nikki moaned, louder this time. She rocked her hips forward. Pushing, wanting, needing.

And Mark’s hands were at her sex. His oily, warm, loving hands. Finally! Finally his fingers were on her clit, his hands caressing her cunt. His fingers were so oily, so slippery, so … mmmm. She relaxed into his touch, spread her legs a little wider, and pushed herself onto his fingers.

He had two fingers up inside her now, opening her, spreading her. Her own moisture flowing and mixing with the oil on his hands. He spread the fingers and curled them up, she felt the fullness of it. Moaned. He pushed harder, really thrusting up into her now. Now both of them were grunting with each thrust. She wanted to put her hands on his head to steady herself, but she was oily!

Nikki spread her legs a little wider still and bent a bit at the knees, trying to make it easier for him, trying to get a little more friction. His hand was so greasy, it was sliding in and out of her. She wanted more. She thrust her hips forward, pushing, reaching. She could almost feel the orgasm; it was like it was deep inside her trying to get out. The core of it growing and expanding outward.

She cried out. The feelings moving up and outward. Her thighs shaking, her breasts jiggling, sweat mixing with the oil. She could feel it running down her face, under her breasts. Ahh, but she had really needed that. Needed the release of it.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, as she smiled at Mark.

“That’s right girl. You give it to me when ever I want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Nikki wasn’t sure he was really looking for an answer, but she gave it to him anyway.

“Ok, girl. You are as ready as you’ll ever be.” Mark smiled at her. “You are rested, healthy, fit. You are a winner. You will do fine in there. Just remember – never give up.”

Nikki nodded, solemnly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Remember the feeling I just gave you. That was because I am proud of you, pleased with you, because you are my girl. At the end of the night I want to be just as proud of you.”

His words were chilling. Yes he loved her, but she had to perform. She had to be good for him. She had to succeed. Well, succeed she would. He was right. She was capable. Damn it – she wasn’t just going to last the 9 minutes he wanted her to. She was going to fucking win.

“Bring it on.” Nikki thought to herself. “I can do it.”

The Infirmary

Nikki vaguely remembered people hovering over her. Being lifted up. Moved. Something draped over her. Being held down. A pricking feeling in her arm.

“It’s okay, hun. It’s okay.” Mark’s voice was at her ear.

Nikki tried to move, but her body felt strangely heavy, like she was trying to move through mud or she was surfacing from deep under water.

“Don’t try to move. The sedation is just wearing off.” Mark was soothing. “I’ll call a nurse and get her to take the I.V. out.”

Nikki realized that she had an I.V. sticking into her. She could feel the tube taped to her arm. There was also something between her and Mark. An oxygen tent. She could see him now, but she was looking through thick plastic sheeting.

She was in a hospital bed. Must be the infirmary. The facility had a fully outfitted medical wing, with enough equipment and staff to handle a small epidemic. They had physical therapy capabilities, and specialists from dermatology to gynecology. Nikki had been there before; all of the slaves were checked out from head to toe and got the best possible care. But she had never been in one of the beds.

What was she doing there? How long had she been there? What had they done to her? Her head felt fuzzy.

“Don’t worry about anything, hun. Just relax.”

Nikki realized he was right. There was nothing to worry about. She was a slave, and his responsibility. Mark was there. Whatever he had done to her, he had his reasons, he had her best interests in mind. She could just float, let him control her. She lay back and closed her eyes.

The sedation they had given her was lovely. She felt warm and at peace. This was the real stuff – must be some kind of opiate. She could feel the blanket on her body. She felt it, heavy and warm. She could feel Mark’s presence. The solidity of it. The comfort. Everything seemed good. Soft, warm, and good.

“I was worried about you, Nikki.” Mark still sounded concerned. “Boris and Luca were hard on you. You were so determined! You pushed yourself so far…” His voice trailed off. “I didn’t think you could recover well enough on your own. And I needed you in top form for tonight.”

Nikki had a little shudder. What did he mean? What was he talking about “tonight”? What did they have planned for her? This whole process had been so intense. They had tested her obedience, her skill, her knowledge, her submission; they had used her in every way she could think of. She had sucked cock, fucked, played fetch, been used as furniture, been beaten, been reduced to a quivering mass of slave flesh. What else were they going to do to her?

“So after you fell asleep I had you transferred here.”

Nikki did remember it vaguely. Being wheeled through the corridors on a gurney. Too tired to care where they were taking her, just glad that they were letting her sleep, more or less, through the process.

“They gave you fluids. Vitamins. IV nutrition. And sedated you. It’s like a rest cure.” Mark didn’t have to be explaining any of it, but she was glad he was. “You have been here for more than 24 hours.”

Hmmm. It dawned on Nikki. If she’d been here that long…. What about her bladder? She tried to focus. She could feel it. Yes, she had a catheter. She could feel the pressure of it. And they had taped the tubing to her labia. She tried to move, shifting her weight slightly, and she could feel it pulling a little. Oooo.

She remembered that slightly too. They had put the IV in first, she was pretty sure. She remembered the feeling of the anesthesia hitting. The warmth spreading out from the IV site. Like she was having relaxation poured into her veins. The joy of it. Then they had spread her on the bed. The memory was faint, like she was looking back through wax or Vaseline. But she remembered there being several people. Somebody holding her legs open. Feeling hands on her sex. A feeling of pressure as the tube entered her. And then a pushing feeling as it slid in.

“Oh! Sir! I feel so strange.” Nikki tried to speak. But she realized that it was coming out kind of garbled and she was inside the oxygen tent anyway. No way he could understand what she said. It sounded more like “Uuu, Ssss! Ehhhf sss ssggg.”

“Don’t even try, hun. It’s going to be another hour or so before you come totally out of it.” Mark patted her hand. “But you’ll be fine. They’ve given you a transfusion and you’ve had extra oxygen all night. You’re going to feel great, actually. This kind of treatment is illegal for athletes, it feels so good it qualifies as performance enhancing!”

Nikki smiled faintly. She was having her performance enhanced. She liked that idea.

Just then two new people entered the room. It was a nurse and the facility doctor. Nikki had met the doctor before. She was a small woman, maybe 5’2”, fit and athletic, with long wavy dark hair and a kind smile. She was in her 30s, just like Nikki. Nikki was so curious about her. How had she become the doctor for this facility? Was she a slave or a Master or neither one? Did she like men or women or both?

Nikki was staring at the Doctor, trying to imagine what her breasts looked like under her white lab coat. And then, as she felt the familiar ooze of moisture in her cunt, she realized she had to snap out of it, or her desire would be totally visible on her face. It wasn’t appropriate. Of course it was too late, Mark had already seen.

“Stop it, girl. Get yourself together. There is plenty of time for that later. Do I need to give you some pain to get your mind off it?” Mark whispered fiercely in her ear. He was certainly on top of the situation.

“No, Sir.” Nikki knew Mark couldn’t really hear her speech, but he could at least tell that she was saying no. That she was being respectful of him. That she didn’t want him to punish her. That he didn’t need to give her pain.

“She’s coming around, isn’t she?” The Doctor was talking directly to Mark.

“Yes, Dr. Rebecca. She opened her eyes about 15 minutes ago. She’s still not totally out of the sedation.”

“No, that’ll take about another hour.” Dr. Rebecca had such a professional manner. Nikki had immediately trusted her. Was glad to be cared for by her. Felt in good hands. “Do you want us to go ahead and remove the IV and the catheter, Mr. Gold, or do you want to wait until she can feel all of it?”

“Oh, go ahead now. It’ll be easier on her.” Mark gave Nikki’s hand a squeeze. She felt his love and his care. He wanted what was best for her. She knew it.

The nurse immediately started to bustle around Nikki’s bed. He rolled up the oxygen tent. Unhooked the blood pressure and heart rate monitor from her finger. Turned off a variety of machines. Pushed them back away from the bed. Unhooked the IV bag and pole and wheeled them away.

Nikki lay in the bed. Feeling like a piece of meat, again. Neither of the medical personnel had addressed a single word to her. It was like she didn’t exist, or wasn’t a conscious being. She was just an animal, being readied for market.

They continued to bustle around. The doctor took out her stethoscope and listened to Nikki’s breathing, holding the cold metal under Nikki’s breast, on top of the curve of her breast, and then to her back. At the same time the nurse was untaping the IV. Nikki could feel the adhesive being pulled off her arm, taking some of the little soft hairs with it.

“Her breathing is back to normal. And her heart rate is just fine. She’s doing nicely.” The doctor continued to address herself to Mark, not even looking Nikki in the face.

The nurse had removed all the dressing from the IV. He was a tall black man. Fit. Long dreadlocks pulled back from his face. Beautiful features, glistening skin. And his lips, ohhh, full, rich, beautiful lips. Nikki could imagine kissing them, feeling them on her skin. She stared at him while he continued working.

He paused with his hand on the I.V., looking expectantly at the doctor for further instruction.

“Yes, Clarence. Go ahead.” The doctor barely looked up, she was looking for something in her pocket. “She’s still got some meds on board, so don’t worry. You can pull it fast.”

Ohhh. Maybe she did still have some of the sedation working its way through her. But she could feel everything. Could feel his fingers pressing against her skin. Could feel him touch the plastic flange of the IV. Could feel the needle moving in her. Could feel it touching the nerves. Wow, if this was with sedation, she didn’t want to know what it felt like without.

Clarence was purposeful in his movements. He had a gauze pad in his left hand as he pulled the needle free with his right. Nikki could feel the needle sliding, sliding, and then popping free, almost like it was happening in slow motion. Clarence pressed down with the gauze to contain the bleeding and then pulled a piece of tape from on top of his shirt pocket. He must have prepared it before he started working. And taped down the gauze.

Nikki felt the pressure of his hands. Maybe she was feeling everything so intensely because she hadn’t felt anything for so long. Maybe it was a side effect of the drugs. Maybe it was just being a slave. But she could feel every little nuance of every touch, every time Clarence’s hand brushed her skin, the smell of his hair, the heat from his body. And it all felt good.

Nikki was passive. Nothing was expected of her. She could just lie there and feel. Feel Clarence ministering to her. Feel his hands, his breath, his presence. She didn’t need to make conversation, or worry about his feelings, or take care of him. She could just be. Just be a slave. Just be herself.

“She’s going to be a little stuck.” Dr. Rebecca was still talking to Mark. Talking to him like she was his baby or his pet and the doctor needed to explain proper care, but without thinking of her as the patient, without considering her as a sentient being. “Her digestive system hasn’t been moving the whole time she was out.”

Dr. Rebecca turned to Clarence and handed him something, although she was still talking to Mark. “I’m going to have Clarence give her a little glycerin suppository. That will help get things moving. But you may want to irrigate her system later.”

Nikki blinked. Clarence? Suppository? He was going to “give” it to her. Did that mean what she thought it meant? She tried to move, to sit up, to say “oh, that’s ok, I can do it myself.” But she wasn’t fast enough.

Clarence had pulled up the covers from the side, and had just rolled her onto her side as if she was unconscious. She felt his hands on her. His left hand was holding her steady, on her left hip, the top hip as she was facing away from him. He moved it down slightly so that it was holding her left butt cheek slightly apart from the right. Ohh! He could see right into her anus, could see everything.

Then Nikki felt it. Slightly cold, slippery, hard. The suppository. Clarence was pressing it against her anus. She could feel the pressure of it. Then felt her sphincter give way, the greasy bullet shaped suppository sliding in. Clarence’s finger was following it, making sure that it went all the way up. She could feel her muscles close over the medicine, it had kind of rough edges on the bottom and she could feel them melt into her muscles. She felt Clarence’s finger slide back out and then heard him removing his rubber glove and throwing it into the trashcan.

He had been totally matter of fact about it. Just rolling her over and sliding it in. But she felt utterly humiliated. Shockingly humiliated. Was there nothing that was private? No, there was nothing that was private. That was her lot, as a slave. Nikki tried to roll back over onto her back, so at least her ass would no longer be in the air. But somehow she couldn’t. It felt like the nerves that were responsible for communicating commands to her body were occupied with feeling.

“Umffhhhh….” She tried to say “Mark”, wanted to get his attention. But she couldn’t do that either.

“Shhhh… you can’t move yet. It’s one of the side effects. It’ll come back in a little bit. Don’t worry.” Mark’s voice was soothing.

Nikki had heard of this. That there were drugs where you could feel everything but not move. Oooo. She knew they were usually used in different circumstances than just a “rest cure.” She realized it would probably happen to her at one point or another, it was part of the arsenal of possible experiences. But not now. Now they were just taking care of her.

“You can do the catheter now.” Dr. Rebecca was finally talking to Clarence.

Nikki felt a wave of embarrassment. He was going to look at her sex. She felt the surface of her skin prickle as blood rushed to it. She breathed. At least she could breathe! She sucked the air in and pushed it out, trying to focus on that and not think about the fact that now Clarence had rolled her back onto her back, untucked the covers from the bottom of the bed, and was pulling them up to expose her legs.

Once he had her completely exposed, Clarence put one hand under each knee and pushed her legs up and back, spreading her open. Nikki looked up at the ceiling. Feeling the helplessness of it. She couldn’t move, but even if she could, it was not her place. She had to just take this. Just accept it.

She felt Clarence’s hands on her. Spreading her open. Removing the tape. Moving the tubing. She could feel the pressure.

“Did Tran do her wax job?” Clarence was talking to Mark. He had such a beautiful voice. Dark, rich, deep. Nikki realized she hadn’t heard it before. He had been absolutely silent, taking Dr. Rebecca’s orders. Hearing his voice made him even more attractive. She felt a wave of sensation travel up from her core. Oooo. And now he was going to spread her open, look right into her sex, see her arousal. She closed her eyes. Humiliated.

“Yes, she does excellent work.” Mark was responding. As if it was a perfectly normal topic of conversation.

“Absolutely. I can recognize it every time. No redness, no ingrown hairs.” Clarence was pushing her labia around, looking at her sex, admiring Tran’s work. He had to be able to see her arousal. Particularly since the sensation of his hands on her was making her even hotter. He had removed all the tape and was now ready to start sliding the catheter out.

“I bring all my girls to her.”

“Mr. Gold, would you mind holding her thigh? I’ve got this one, but sometimes the sensation of the catheter moving stings a bit and I’ve had girls rock so much they make it worse, really irritating the urethra.” Even Clarence was talking directly to Mark. Was anybody ever going to talk to her again? And “sting” – she knew that one. It was medical speak for hurt like a bitch.

“No problem.” Mark moved forward. “Like this?” He had both hands on her right thigh.

“That’s great, Sir. The girls often find your touch comforting.”

Mark moved one of the hands up to stroke Nikki’s hair off her face. She was scared, she had to admit.

Clarence moved the tubing. The sensation ripped through Nikki’s body. It did feel as though somebody was pouring something caustic deep inside her urinary tract. And that’s not someplace she was generally used to feeling. She didn’t like it. And then a creepy sliding feeling as the tube slipped out. Like someone was fucking her in a tiny place. Even with the sedation, it hurt. She was glad when it was over.

But the pain, the humiliation of the exposure, the sensation of Mark and Clarence’s hands on her, the helplessness, the relief that both the I.V. and the catheter were out, they all combined together to make her even more aware of her submission. She felt a rush of warmth in her cunt. She closed her eyes. They would see. There was no way to hide, they were staring right at her sex. They would see.

“Ohhh, Mr. Gold. Look at this!” Clarence was… oh, no! He was putting his finger directly into her vagina. Feeling the moisture. Curling it up to get a load of fluid on his finger. Pulling it out. She could smell it.

“Yes. This girl is deliciously hot and wet all the time.” At least Mark sounded proud.

Clarence was holding his finger up to his nose and smelling her juices. Nikki closed her eyes again, she didn’t want to see.

“You can taste her directly if you want.” Mark was encouraging. “And Nikki, open your eyes. I want you here for this. You know anybody can take you. Anybody can have you, whenever they want. That’s part of who you are.”

He was right, of course. It was still difficult to accept. Sure she had brought this on herself with her arousal. But still. Dr. Rebecca was watching. And Mark. To have to submit to this in front of them! To accept it and give of herself.

Nikki sighed. And relaxed into it. Yes. She was a slave. She had to give herself.

“Thank you, Sir.” Clarence was polite, addressing Mark politely before leaning in to help himself.

Nikki felt his lips hit her. She could feel the warm of them. Then the moist center of his tongue. Ohhh. She tried to rock her hips up. To open wider. To reach for him. But she still couldn’t. All she could do was accept.

Accept she did. She lay back and allowed this stranger to lick her. To suck her. To bring her up and over. It didn’t take long. He had passed his tongue over her maybe a dozen times, sucking her clit and running his tongue around it, and she cried out. Mark held her face, looking in her eyes, and as she felt the climax pass through her, he leaned down and captured her mouth in his.

She felt the waves of pleasure. Felt the warm fluid oozing out of her. Felt Clarence lick them up. Her urethra was sore, but his warm mouth was like a balm. Her sex was open so wide, the involuntary contractions of her cunt coming down from the orgasm made his face buck and his head bob. And Mark’s lips on hers; Mark could feel the intensity of the sensation passing through her. Their connection was so strong in this moment. It may have been Clarence’s lips on her sex, but Mark was still her trainer.

After it was over, Clarence wiped his glistening face on the sheet. Stood up. And thanked her trainer.

“Mr. Gold. She’s a lovely girl. Thank you for letting me taste her.”

“You are most welcome, Clarence. It’s an important lesson for her, to know she can be pleasured at a whim, not just used at a whim. If she could talk, I would have her thank you directly.”

“Not necessary, Sir, not necessary.” Clarence was gracious.

“Any further instructions, Dr. Rebecca?” Mark had already moved on, was turning to the doctor.

“Stay with her here for another 20 or 25 minutes. Then take her back to your rooms in a wheelchair. Don’t want her feet giving out on her. She should be absolutely fine by 10 am.” The doctor smiled and absentmindedly gave Nikki a little pat on the shoulder. “You may want to do some light exercise and stretching this afternoon. Remind me again… what is she doing tonight?”

“She’s wrestling.”

Ohhh! Wrestling! Nikki had seen it done, but never participated. Two naked slaves, a girl and a boy, or sometimes a boy and a boy. Full on penetration the object of the game. Even with performance enhancement, Nikki wasn’t sure she was capable of this. She hoped Mark would give her more information….

Recovery

Nikki woke, hearing footsteps approaching down the hallway. Her whole body ached. She felt as if she had been run over by a truck. Every part of her hurt, inside and out. She hoped that whoever was coming would help her, not hurt her more. She couldn’t take it.

She had learned her lesson. She was nothing. The Serbs were right. It didn’t matter that she was smart. Didn’t matter that she knew how to make conversation, or what fork to use. That she spoke French and knew how to read a corporate financial statement. Didn’t even matter that she knew how to suck cock, or that she was willing to do it. She was just there to exist. To accept. To absorb. To take whatever was given. So it didn’t matter who was coming down the hallway or what they wanted. She’d have to take it.

But she was still so glad to see that it was Mark. So, so, glad. He strode towards her. His face full of concern and love. He would take care of her. He would comfort her. He would make it better. She was sure of it.

“Oh, hun. My Nikki. My girl. Ohhhh hun.” Mark leaned down over her. Taking her in. He saw her matted hair, her body streaked with cum and vaginal fluids, her knees raw, her mouth stuffed with the butt plug.

Mark bent down pulled the plug out of her mouth. He smoothed her filthy hair back from her face. And then he picked her up in his arms, cradling her. His right arm was across her back, under her left arm, his left arm under her knees. She rested her head against his chest, sighing.

Nikki was so happy to be in his arms. She had never been so glad that he was big and strong; he was holding her like a baby. He had just picked her up like she was as light as a feather. She relaxed into him, unable to move, not even to help him. She was like a sack of potatoes or an infant. Not even able to hold her spine steady or use her arms around his neck to help him. But he didn’t seem to mind. He was holding her to him.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” He was whispering into her ear. “I’ve got you now. I’ve got you.”

Mark carried her down the hallway. She felt each step jolt through her. Pain shooting through, down to her bones. And still so exhausted. She felt on the edge of passing out. But still glad to be in his arms. Glad he was taking care of her. Glad he had taken responsibility, he was in charge, he was going to make everything all right. And he didn’t seem disappointed. She was barely conscious enough to care, but someplace deep inside her she was warmed by that realization, comforted to know it.

Mark got her back to his room and gently put her down on the mat in the bathroom. He ran a bath and tenderly washed Nikki from head to toe, washing the cum out of her hair, off her body, brushing her teeth, putting salve on her asshole. He carefully lathered her scalp, used a warm washcloth on her chest, her stomach, her back, her ass, rubbing the dried up cum, cleaning her, and caring for her.

Mark held the straw to Nikki’s mouth and urged her to drink from a protein shake he had made for her. She sipped on it, feeling the thick liquid flowing down into her belly, feeling it coat her insides, feeling the love in it. Feeling Mark’s concern, Mark’s care. Knowing that she pleased him, pleased him in some core, important way, because he was caring for her like this.

He picked her back up and brought her into the bedroom. Lay her carefully on the bed. And rubbed her sore muscles with a special homeopathic oil to help the bruising. His fingers warm and comforting, rubbing her calves, her hamstrings, her thighs. He rubbed extra oil into her the muscles of her ass, careful not to press too hard on the bruises from the beating Charles had given her, but making sure that she got the benefits of the healing power of the oil.

Nikki relaxed into his touch. Oh how it felt good to be cared for. She felt warmed, loved, happy – even through her exhaustion.

“Nikki, baby, I am so proud of you.” Mark was whispering in her ear as he was rubbing her back softly. “I was watching you last night. The mirror on the wall next to the bed is actually one way glass – I was sitting behind it.”

Nikki was horrified. Mark had seen her failure. Seen her reduced to a sniveling mass of slave-flesh. Seen her with tears running down her cheeks, with snot wiped across her face. Seen her try, but also seen her fail. He had seen her unable to rise to the task. Had seen her become nothing but flesh, weak flesh. He had seen her unable to summon the will required to serve, and had seen her serve anyway, serve only as a receptacle. Had seen the Serbs thrusting into her, seen them using her, cumming into her.

At the same time, there was something wonderfully liberating about the fact that he was still proud of her. Still loved her. Was still taking care of her. Was still her trainer and still in charge of her. She didn’t have to impress, not with her knowledge, not with her skill. She just had to be. Had to submit. That she could do. She felt her body reacting to the idea of it, felt the spark of arousal as she remembered.

“You don’t even need to tell me how it felt. I saw.” Mark sounded thoughtful, as he continued to touch Nikki’s body. “I know you wanted to please. I could see the effort in your face, in your body. And I saw you realize you couldn’t do it, that you didn’t have enough energy left.”

Nikki remembered the sensation. The despair. The desperation. But more than anything else the failure. She hadn’t been able to do it. And she had been so worried about disappointing Mark, about failing to please the Serbs.

But this was what they had wanted. They wanted to see her try. They wanted her best effort. But they were going to make her fail. Push her to her limits. Beyond her limits. They were going to find the very edge of what she could handle.

Nikki felt the intensity of her submission in this moment. She had been reduced to nothingness, and that had been part of her submission. Part of the task had been to feel the helplessness of failure. They had wanted her to feel the emotions of it. They had wanted to see her try, and try, and try; to push herself. And then they had wanted to see her break down. She had been totally helpless, more helpless than being bound, because she had been helpless from the inside out. It was not an external constraint imposed on her, but a constraint she had found within herself. Even more powerful.

She thought back to the feeling of it, and felt warm. A warmth oozing out from her core. Without thinking about it, she found herself rocking her hips into the bed. Mark’s hands were still on her, rubbing the oil into her spine. But now she was thrusting into the bed, she had spread her legs slightly and she was pushing her clit into the bedding, trying to get some friction.

Nikki remembered the Serbs’ faces as they pushed her, watched her fall, laughed at her efforts. She remembered the feeling of the helplessness, her hands tied behind her back, but wanting to get up. She remembered the force of will to get herself off the floor. And then the feeling of total inadequacy as she couldn’t. She felt small, weak, powerless – and aroused.

She was not some important business woman, billing out her time at hundreds of dollars per hour and telling people what to do. She wasn’t negotiating contracts or designing solutions. She was a sex-slave. Simple. Straightforward. Uncomplicated. She didn’t need to worry about failure. She just needed to be.

“That’s right, hun. Feel it.” Mark had noticed her response. He saw how the memory of the night before was affecting her. Saw her arousal building within her.

“You are a slave. You have handed your self over to me and to those I designate. Your responses, reactions, feelings – they are all valued. None of them are bad. As long as you bring your honesty and your real emotions, you will please me.”

Nikki moaned.

“Last night you learned just how weak you are. You learned that you can be controlled, manipulated even in failure. And that it is accepted; you are accepted.”

Nikki was still exhausted. Yes she was clean now, but her muscles all still ached. She was sore, inside and out. Her stomach muscles hurt with each breath. And she was sleepy. So sleepy. Felt like she hadn’t slept in days. She had been up late for the party, then up early for her hike with Mark. And the Serbs had kept her up almost all night. She needed sleep.

She needed sexual release even more than she needed sleep. She could feel the tension in her body. She was completely exhausted, unable to move, but the arousal was deep in her, deeper than her skin, deeper even than her muscles, it was in her heart, in her internal organs.

Having been reduced to the most elemental of states, having her weakness exposed, having her pride stripped away, being taken all the way down to the studs, like a house being remodeled, it made her aroused in this deep way. She couldn’t explain it. Didn’t understand it. Wouldn’t have believed it two months ago. But here she was. The arousal was undeniable; it needed to be satisfied.

Nikki moaned into the pillow, feeling Mark’s strong hands still on her. She wanted him, needed him. Wished for him. Hoped he would see it, feel it, and have pity on her. That he would give her pleasure and prove to her that he still cared for her. Still found her submission attractive.

Mark slipped his hands further down on her body. Nikki felt them on her thighs, spreading her legs a little wider. Now he was sliding them up the inside of her thighs.

Nikki moaned more. She wanted to move into his hands, to rock back into him. To slide her body back and forth, to feel him push into her. But she was too tired. She couldn’t move a muscle. She could only accept what he was doing.

Now Mark’s hands were at her sex. He was spreading her open, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillow. She felt his breath on her. The warmth of him hovering over her.

Ohhhh! He was going to put his mouth on her. Nikki closed her eyes and relaxed into it. Felt him spread her with his hands. Felt him tenderly turn her over, limp as a doll. Felt his lips softly touch her labia. Ohhhh! The warmth, the wetness. So wonderful, so beautiful. She felt like he was surrounding her, bathing her in warmth. She felt enveloped by it.

Nikki also felt the inevitability of her own climax. She didn’t need to reach for it, try for it, try to will it to come. It was going to come on its own accord. She didn’t have the energy to try for it anyway. She could only relax into it. And wait.

Mark was moving his mouth on her now. Pulling his tongue up from the bottom of her pubis, right above her anus, tracing the length of her labia. She felt the trail of wetness as he moved his head. Felt his whole face buried in her. Felt his nose, his cheeks. Felt his acceptance.

He pulled her clit into his mouth. His lips surrounding it. His tongue moving back and forth. It felt so warm. So loving. He pushed his tongue into her. She wanted to arch her back, wanted to press her hips into him. But she couldn’t. She could only accept his loving caress. He spread her legs wider and she felt the sensations running up her spine, over her scalp, and up her stomach and chest at the same time. It felt as though his lips were touching her entire central nervous system and pushing her up and over, her body awash with sensation, but her muscles unable to tense, so her body relaxed into it. The orgasm rolled over her like a series of soft waves, coming one right after the other. His mouth soft and warm.

Nikki moaned with the pleasure of it. Oh! She was still loved. Still valued. She was still a Mark Gold slave. She was still his. She felt the last ripples travel through her as Mark slid up and took her limp body in his arms. She smelled her sex on his breath, her fluids on his face. He held her, soft and tender, as she drifted off to sleep. She felt her slavery even more. She was perhaps a bit less proud, even more aware of her slavery. She was valued for just her – not her skill, her achievement, her talent – just her. Nikki held that thought in her mind as she drifted off into a deep sleep, Mark’s arms around her, her head on his shoulder, his body protecting her and containing her. She was really and truly a slave.

Nothingness

Nikki felt like it had been going on for hours. She didn’t know how long it had really been but she knew that her shoulders ached, her knees were raw, her neck felt like it was in a steel clamp, her asshole felt distended, and her jaw was numb. She wasn’t even sure whose cock was in her mouth. They had been passing her back and forth, letting her get them nice and aroused, and then pulling her head off and pushing her to the other one.

At some point, they had bound her hands behind her back with a necktie. She could feel the fabric bunching up, soft and silky, hanging down below the knot. The position pulled her arms back, stretching her shoulders painfully. It also made it hard for her to keep her balance as she was pushed from one brother to the other. A couple of times she had fallen and had to struggle to get back up, using only her side and her shoulder for leverage.

They had also pushed a silicone butt plug into Nikki’s anus. It was long, wide at the base, with three ball shaped protuberances. She knew exactly what it was shaped like because Luca had pushed it into her mouth first. She knew she should have been grateful he had put it in her mouth, after all that had added lubrication. But it had also pushed her jaw unnaturally wide, and made it all the easier for her to be as sore as she was now.

Whoever it was, the man whose cock was in her, was really getting into it. She had been sucking and licking, using her stomach muscles to slide her head up and down, while he sat back and chatted with his brother. But now he held her head in both hands, grabbing fistfuls of hair, and thrusting up into her. She was grateful. At least she could relax her neck into his hands, even if his cock was now blocking her airway. He pushed deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She could feel the bitterness of his pre-cum, rather than tasting it.

She wanted this to be over. Wanted him to cum in her throat just for the relief of it being over. She tried to entice him with her lips and her tongue. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, pushing it across the vein, adding pressure. She also held her lips tight as he thrust, increasing the friction and hopefully intensifying his pleasure. She just wanted him to cum. Felt like her whole body was focused on getting him to cum. Her back hunched, her stomach tight, she could feel the plug in her ass, as she clenched all her muscles, supporting her body and allowing him to move her up and down on his cock.

She felt him getting more intense. Felt the little fluttering feeling of the cum welling up. He was going to cum! Hallelujah. It really did feel like a miracle. She wanted it so much. Just wanted to succeed. Wanted to make this happen. Wanted to feel the climax, and wanted to relax on the other side. Thought that maybe they’d give her a little break if she made him cum.

“BORIS!” It must have been Boris’ cock in there. Luca was yelling at him. He said something more, harsh and angry, in Serbian.

Nikki felt hands on her shoulders. Luca was pulling her off Boris. He wasn’t going to let Boris cum. Oh NO! He was going to make Boris come down from this peak. Was going to make her start over again. She felt the tears welling in her eyes, she wasn’t sure if they were tears of pain (her shoulders, her knees, her stomach muscles, her anus), or tears of frustration, or tears of oxygen deprivation.

Luca pulled her by the collar over to his chair, took her head in both hands and pushed his cock towards her. She knew what she was supposed to do. She opened her mouth. The nerves in her jaw firing in protest. Her jaw cracking and clicking. But she opened her mouth as wide as she could and reached her neck forward for his cock.

But Luca wasn’t going to let her have it that easily. He let go of her head, so she was suspending herself using only her exhausted stomach muscles, reaching for his cock. He held it in his hand and pushed it away from her, then pushed it back towards her face. Then he was hitting her in the face with his cock, laughing as he slapped her with it, pre-cum oozing onto her cheek. She was moving her neck, trying to capture his cock in her mouth, knowing that the only way she was going to succeed, the only way she was going to get any rest, was to make them both cum.

Oh how Nikki wanted to make them cum. Wanted to succeed. She knew she could, knew she WOULD. She had yet to be given a task she couldn’t handle. She had held Mark off in the woods. She had accepted Charles’ beating. She had sucked every cock, fucked every guy, licked every pussy. She was a slave, yes. But she was a winner. She rose to every challenge and she would rise to this one.

She redoubled her energy. She would suck Luca. She would get him so hot, he wouldn’t be able to stand it. She would make him cum. She would MAKE him cum. She would.

Finally, Luca let her have his cock in her mouth. She was in an awkward position, trying to balance on her sore knees, moving her head. But she wanted to give him the full experience of a blow job, the way she had been trained to do it. Using her whole mouth, taking him in deep, letting him feel the heat and the wetness of her. Making sure he felt her eagerness, felt it in her lips and in her tongue. Stimulating as much of his cock as she could. She wished she could use her hands, hold the base of his cock with one hand as she slid up and down on his shaft, but she did the best she could.

And he was getting more aroused. She could feel it. He was so hard. Huge and hard, in her mouth. Deep. Now he was thrusting his hips forward, meeting her motions – as she slid her head down, he pushed his hips up; as she slid her head back up, he pulled his hips down further, leaving just the head of his cock in her mouth. She felt the swollen ridge of his head just inside her mouth, resting against the inside of her lips. And then she felt it pushing deep into her mouth, into her throat.

Luca had more discipline than Boris. He stopped well before she felt anything close to the rumble of cum. All she felt was him pulling her head back, ripping her mouth off his cock. Was this ever going to end? Were they ever going to let her pleasure them? It was like purgatory, a hellish purgatory – always sucking but never swallowing! Was that like Narnia under the evil spell of the White Witch, where it was always winter but never Christmas?

Luca held her head away from his body. But she pushed against him. Tried to move forward, tried to capture him again in her mouth. Desperate. She struggled against him, a little voice in the back of her head trying to remind her to submit, submit even to this frustration. But she couldn’t, she had to succeed. Had to make him cum.

Luca laughed. Said something to Boris. Clearly making fun of her, her desire to please them. But then he let her move her head forward, have another taste of his cock. It was obvious they liked this. They wanted her to do her best, to get them to orgasm.

Nikki tried harder. Started sucking again. Luca had backed away a bit from his orgasm, so it was like starting over. Not starting all the way over – he was hard – but certainly not starting from where she left off. She closed her lips around his cock. Sucked as hard as she could, pulling him deeper into her. She heard him moan, and she felt a deep satisfaction. At least he was enjoying this. She sped up, moved her head faster up and down his shaft.

Again he pushed her head back. His cock left her mouth with a loud popping sound and both brothers laughed again. They were obviously finding this funny. Nikki didn’t see anything funny about it at all. She just wanted to make them cum. She had never had to work so hard. She was exhausted. Her thighs were shaking, her ass clenching around the plug as she tried to hold herself upright.

Luca pushed her head further back, she was leaning back on her heels now, precariously balanced, her center of gravity off because of her hands being behind her back. And then she felt Boris. He was behind her and he reached out his left hand and pushed her left side. Just a little. But it was enough to knock her down.

Nikki struggled back up, so she could put her mouth back on Luca’s cock. She wanted it. Wanted to succeed. Wanted to win. She thought back to the woods, she’d been able to do it there, she could do it here. And she summoned all her energy.

She had just gotten upright again, and Boris pushed her right side with his right hand and she went down again, to the other side. This time harder. She felt her hip bone hit into the floor with a crack. A jolt of pain went down her leg. It wasn’t broken, but it was like hitting your elbow, your “funny bone”, the sensation radiated out and took her breath away.

“Up!” Obviously Luca knew a few words of English. Nikki realized this was the first time he had addressed her directly. He was ordering her to get back up. She had to do it. She knew she could. She reached deep into herself and rotated to the left, literally pushing up off her face, her weight on her knees now, her ass in the air, aware of the butt plug holding her anus open. She could feel it shifting inside her, could feel the shape of it, the bulb like thicker spots holding her open. She rounded up, articulating her spine, and getting back to a kneeling position.

This time Boris let her lean forward towards Luca’s cock before he pushed her down again. Nikki was fiercely determined. She was going to get up. But she was so exhausted. She was still tired from running in the woods, and from the tension of the party the night before. That had been a late night and she hadn’t gotten a whole lot of sleep. Hadn’t even gotten a real nap.

Nikki pushed herself onto her knees and her forehead. She could feel all her stomach muscles working to try to pull her upright. Her shoulders pulling against the bonds, aching.

“Up!” Luca was yelling again. He added something in Serbian that didn’t sound pretty. He was disappointed.

Nikki couldn’t take disappointing him. She had to succeed at this task. Mark was counting on her. He believed in her. He had told her he did. She gritted her teeth, tightened down her stomach, squeezed her glutes (despite the discomfort of the plug), and pulled herself upright. She had made it!

And Luca’s cock was right there. Tantalizingly close. Nikki leaned forward, opened her mouth, and tried to get it in. But it required a lot of stomach strength to lean forward like that, and she had just used the last reserves of her stomach muscles. She slid forward, lost control, and hit the floor yet again.

Now there was nothing left. She couldn’t get up. She had given everything she had the last time. She was lost. Hopeless. She felt a hot rush of nerves, in her bowels, in her cunt. The same feeling she felt when she was late to an important meeting, or unable to complete a work task in time.

“Up!” Luca was roaring now. His huge frame vibrating with emotion. He wanted her to get back up, and now.

She tried. Really tried. Started to rotate to the side, tried to get up on her knees. But she couldn’t. There was nothing left. She could barely move, barely breathe.

Nikki started to sob. She was a failure. She wasn’t going to please Mark this time. She had a simple enough task. Pleasure these two guys with her mouth. But she hadn’t been able to do it.

She was sobbing in earnest now. Tears running down her face. Her body convulsing. Gasping for breath. She was on her side and had curled her knees up in as close an approximation of the fetal position as possible with your hands tied behind your back. She felt despair welling up from inside her. Dark and horrible.

Nikki wasn’t used to failing. She had always been a good student. A good employee. A good daughter. A good friend. She had used achievement to cover over any feelings of inadequacy or insecurity. Working harder, following instructions, doing what she was told. That always made her feel better.

Now she had failed. She couldn’t even sit up. She was just a loser. She had lost. And Mark was never going to forgive her. She would no longer be a Mark Gold slave.

Her sobs were huge now. Wracking her body. Filling the room. There was nothing she could do, she might as well lose herself in this despair.

Luca kicked her. Tried to get her up that way. But she couldn’t do anything but sob at this point. Tears were running down her face. Snot flowing from her nose. Her hair matted to her head. She was a mess.

The brothers looked down at her. This was exactly what they had wanted. They had broken her. She had come in to the evaluation a proud slave. Sure she could tackle any challenge. Confident. And now look at her. Sobbing. Shattered. Reduced to a huddling mass. They had set out to show her she was nothing but what they wanted her to be. And they could see she had learned her lesson. It was remarkable. And they commented to each other on it. What a beautiful thing it was to see.

She could vaguely hear that Luca and Boris were talking to each other. Mostly her head was filled with her own sobs. She felt someone roll her on her belly and untie her arms. The relief was incredible, but she could barely feel it, it felt like it was happening at a distance. She was just empty.

Then she felt the plug being moved in her ass. One of the Serbs had it and was tugging it, pulling it free. She felt the first bubble move out of her anus, the second, the third. Now it was sliding free with a sucking noise.

Nikki felt like a rag doll. She was just floppy and empty now. Still sobbing, softly. Hiccoughing every once in a while. But allowing herself to be manipulated, her body positioned just how they wanted it. She was beyond caring. She was just emptiness. She didn’t resist at all as they moved her. They could do whatever they wanted to her, she was still a failure. They were putting her on her back, on the floor. Positioning her carefully, the way they wanted.

Now Boris was straddling her chest, his cock and balls filling her vision. Oh! He was going to fuck her face. She didn’t have to do anything, he was just going to take her. Relief washed over her. She didn’t need to do anything. He was going to do it all. She was just as relieved as she felt Luca spread her legs open and push them back, holding them in his hands, as she felt him enter her.

Nikki felt them moving on her. Penetrating her at both ends. Boris’ cock huge in her mouth, Luca filling her cunt. They were moving in rhythm, feeling like they were going to meet in the middle, fill her completely.

They couldn’t be that displeased with her if they were using her this way. She wasn’t completely useless, worthless, pathetic. She could still receive them. Still accept their cocks into her body. This was what she was reduced to, an empty receptacle. Even her skill rejected, used until it was completely exhausted, used until she was nothing. Not her mind, not her knowledge, not her verbal skill, but now not even her sexual skill. She was nothing but a set of holes that could be filled with cock, used as they wanted, taken, played with, and fucked, as they wanted.

She let the feeling of helplessness, of nothingness, wash over her, flow through her. She was nothing. Fully, completely, genuinely, nothing. She realized that was the goal of this exercise. That had been their intent all along. They had purposely reduced her to nothingness. She felt the lesson. Heard the lesson. And learned the lesson.

Nikki felt the Serbs quicken. Their desire building in sync. Fucking her face, fucking her cunt. Filling her. They still wanted her. Wanted her, even as nothing. She felt the comfort of that as the exhaustion washed over her.

First Boris came, shooting a huge load of cum in waves into her mouth. Almost immediately, Luca came too, his cum shooting up into her. She felt the heat of it, of being filled with their fluids. It was almost too much. Her body bruised and aching, her muscles strained.

Both brothers pulled out. Boris wiped his cock on her hair, Luca on her belly. They picked her up under the shoulders and marched her out the door to the hallway. Then they let go. Nikki collapsed to the floor, her body unable to even hold her weight up. Boris leaned over and pushed something into her mouth. It was the butt plug, soft and squishy, the round protuberances strange in her mouth. Nikki was glad Mark had cleaned her so thoroughly.

The brothers left her there. Like a used room service tray. She was too tired to care. She closed her eyes, and let her body drift off into sleep, huddled naked in the hallway, alone. Hoping that the cum settling in her stomach and dripping from her cunt was proof enough that she was a good slave.