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sex under the leather thong as she drove upwards; the crowd erupted, drowning out the girl’s shriek. She fell forward against Tara, trying to hit the deck but Tara wasn’t having any of it. She pushed her back up against the boarding, her legs still straddled wide open. This time she used her fist and the girl’s body jerked upwards, her eyes rolled and glazed as agony and orgasm swept over her. Tara stepped back a pace and her fellow slave tottered forwards, panting and gasping in the mounting waves of tormented ecstasy. Tara reached out and grabbed her hair with her left hand - steadying her for the coup de grace - then slowly she drew her fist back and down. The girl’s eyes cleared for a moment, she saw what was coming and made a heroic effort to keep her legs straight - and well opened. Tara brought her fist up again and the girl went down without a sound, writhing on the sand at her feet while she acknowledged the applause and two guards entered the pen. One guard clipped her lead on and led her out while the other hauled the loser up and looked around at the forest of downturned thumbs. He grinned and took his whip from his belt.
    Back in the barn, Tara stood with her hands obediently on her head and her legs apart while a guard unbuckled her corset and peeled it off. She bit her lip as she felt the studs reluctantly pull free of her and glanced down. Only one or two had left scarlet pinpricks, mostly on her breasts. But it was down below where they would really have dug in. She braced herself as she felt the guard’s hands at her back, unbuckling the thong. He pulled it free in one wrench and she couldn’t suppress a breathless cry as her sex lips erupted into ferocious stinging again. The disinfectant stung as well when it was applied and the pad came away from her with smears of pink on it.
    She was hoping to be put into a more feminine corset for cane duelling but instead the guard produced a bottle of body oil and began coating her in it.
    Gleaming and naked apart from her collar and lead, she was led back in for a bout of wrestling. The huge room was becoming very hot and the crowd was heating up as well. The second round of fights was coming to an end and Tara could hear the Thwick! of canes landing, the slap of whips working over at the whipping posts, and the desperate cries of effort from fighters giving the last of their strength. There were periodic eruptions of noise from various parts of the room as contests neared their climaxes. Money was changing hands everywhere she looked and in several places women were being taken from behind as they leaned over the boards, eagerly watching the sport, or were down on their knees before their men, hands and lips working at erect cocks. The door to the pen she was destined for opened as she was led towards it and an exhausted Carrot was half carried out and taken straight to the posts. She had obviously lost a hard-fought contest because from beneath both contestants’ corsets and thongs, thin trickles of crimson ran over their thighs and there were smears of it on their breasts.
    Tara’s wrists were freed from behind her back and her restraints removed, then she was pushed into the pen for a second time.
    Her opponent that time was an altogether tougher proposition and Tara enjoyed herself as she grappled on the sand floor with the lithe blonde athlete. They clawed and scratched at each other, hands slipping on the oil and sweat, squeezing breasts and seeking holds between each other’s legs as the crowd bayed and urged them on. The sand stuck to the body oil and soon both of them were half coated in it, making it easier to get a grip. Tara’s greater height and weight eventually began to tell, but not before she had been thrown hard several times and swung into the boarding with rib-bruising force. In the end she got in a forearm smash which dazed the exhausted girl sufficiently for Tara to begin the final exhibition. She went for both nipples and loved