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.”