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?