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
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.
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