Into The Arena by Sean O'Kane

then he immediately snapped the whip down onto the tops. Again she convulsed but nodded. The burning, stinging pain now running straight through her to her sex which seemed to almost flutter and spasm as she thought of Carlo's straining erection and the aching emptiness between her legs.
    "If I tell you to lose a fight because someone wants to see you whipped. You lose. Understand?"
    Up and down again, the tasselled end of the whip adding its final spiteful sting to the maelstrom raging across her chest. But again she nodded.
    He left her for a few minutes. Tara had no idea how long she had been hanging there, nor how much longer she would have to endure. But again, now the whip had stopped falling, she felt ashamed at how easily she had succumbed to its seduction. There was even a part of her that was eager for Carlo to come back and finish her off, then take her down and have her right there on the deck in front of everyone. She knew she should fight herself but the whip was too powerful.
    Carlo returned and pushed her hair forward onto her chest, just as he had the night before and Tara steeled herself for an onslaught on her back. But before he started she gave a shivering cry as she felt him run the whip along the crease of her sex, then saw it back and forth, pushing it up at the front so it slid its evil length along her clitoris.
    "It hurts more when it's wet," he whispered. "You want to be whipped with your own juices?"
    Desperately she shook her head. That was too much! She couldn't admit to wanting that!
    She snarled wordlessly and fought the gathering tide of ecstasy as it mounted under the exquisite cruelty of the whip, shaking her head, biting on her lip till it bled. He went on and on, and then just as she was about to give in and start bucking her hips in response. He stopped.
    "There's plenty of time, Blondie. By the time you leave this ship, you'll come, just like the others."
    She never knew how many lashes she took. From time to time he would stop and let her gather her diminishing strength. Then he would start in again and dimly she heard Carlo's voice as he belaboured her sweating, exhausted body. Letting the whip wrap her ribs and the tassels bite into her breasts again. Then back to her buttocks but this time letting the tassels bite farther around her hips and snap at her very mons, just inches from her sex.
    "You don't have any pride! Understand?"
    Sshwack!
    "You don't even own your body. Understand?"
    Sshwack!
    "It belongs to those who you entertain. Understand?"
    On and on the savage catechism went until at last she was left alone again to complete her sentence for having spoken. But at least she had held out against the threatened orgasm and that was one shred of her tattered pride she could hold onto. And it comforted her as the excitement faded and pain gained the upper hand.
     
    She screamed when she was taken down at long, long last and the strain came off her racked body. Someone raised her head and gave her water, then when she could stand again she was led below and chained in her cell. Even in her state of dazed exhaustion she could hear the indrawn gasps of breath from the other cells as she was taken along the line and the other girls caught sight of what an hour of special treatment with Carlo meant.
    They were all allowed to rest until the trolley was wheeled in again and a lunch of lamb and vegetable stew was served. Thankfully they were not required to fight for it, they merely had their hands freed and ate in their cells. Tara ate greedily and could easily have polished off twice as much but even so she fell immediately into a deep sleep once she was chained again.
    She awoke during the afternoon to see some of the girls taken out of their cells and led out as she had been. They, and all the others feared the worst, but about an hour later they returned, sweating and panting but largely unmarked by the whips. Later on Tara was to find out that they had been taken for extra exercise;