Into The Arena by Sean O'Kane Page A

minds. The discipline was administered not only for defeat, but also randomly. Just as a guard would pleasure himself with a girl whenever he felt like it, so he might also put a girl in a whipping frame, chain her to the whipping post or put her in the stocks and administer 'discipline' at any time and only when he had finished with her in that way would he take her. So the whip, both giving and receiving it, and the men's cocks became an integral part of each day until the girls reacted to discipline as they would to sex. And as the days wore on, real punishment took the form of enforced sexual abstinence. This took place in a small cell on the deck below the one on which they were held. It was an airless, plain, steel box and a girl condemned to punishment would be chained in it with nothing more than a bucket. Meagre supplies of food and water were given her twice a day but otherwise all she could do was sit or lie on the hard steel and contemplate all that she was missing.
    As a result of all these developments the hold became a furnace of sexual tension fuelled by twelve constantly aroused girls and twelve well set up men who were only too happy to keep them that way, whether they screwed them or beat them.
    But it was in the evenings when things got really hot.
    Carlo referred to it as 'playtime'. At that time each day, the girls were schooled in other sorts of contests. These he called 'endurance' events. In these the girls measured their tolerances of pain and pleasure against each others'. They learned what weight lifting really entailed.
    In Tara's first contest she was put up against the girl in the opposite cell to hers, she was dark haired and pretty with good-sized breasts and hips. They were made to squat while the guards attached clips to their labia. These were flat-bladed metal affairs with a locking mechanism and they bit cruelly into the soft flesh, making Tara draw in her breath with a hiss as they were attached, sending pain deep into her core to mingle with the excitement of having a man handle her sex lips. The clips had chains hanging from them and the contest was brutally simple. To start with each girl had a cylindrical weight attached to each chain and on the command they had to stand and fully straighten their legs. Of course the chains supporting the weights were only a couple of inches long so that meant that their labia had to take the full strain. They had to remain quite still for a count of ten before they were allowed to squat again. But that was only to allow for another weight to be added and the process was repeated until one girl gave in.
    The first weights weren't as bad as she had feared. But even so they made her feel as though her labia were being stretched down to her knees. Both girls held until the count of ten and then gratefully squatted once more. With two weights swinging from each chain, Tara couldn't help but grimace at the sharp pain which shot through her as she stood. She could feel the metal cylinders swinging against her inner thighs and most disconcertingly actually feel her labia distending downwards. The count seemed much longer that time before she could squat once more and prepare herself to take three weights. This time she glanced over at her opponent while the guard was busily working at her crotch. She was biting her lip and watching her guard closely; nervously. Tara felt the familiar thrill of conquest run through her. She was going to win this. Her guard had finished attaching the third weight to each chain and ran his fingers down her slit and into her molten vagina, making her whimper with pleasure.
    "Carlo says if you don't win, he'll put you in solitary for a week, Blondie," he whispered. "But if you do win, I'll fuck your lights out."
    She grinned but didn't dare look at him. She was coming to understand and accept her liking for this blunt openness about fucking. And she knew well enough that his threat was no idle one. These were the sort of men she