gun fired and immediately the arena echoed to the snaps of the lashes as they began to torment the slaves into action.
Both teams had been well drilled and the lines of naked , gleaming slaves began to sway from side to side . The long legs tensed and strained as the two lines began to ‘break out’ the logs; free them from the sand and get them moving. On top of each log the main whipman cracked his long lash above the heads of the girls, whilst below him the guards yelled their charges on and slashed down with their whips. The Proteus stable had equipped their men with floggers comprising thin leather tails that would sting the girls as the sweat ran into the welts. The Tykes had favoured slightly more solid tails of leather that smacked rather than cut. Both teams’ guards got their girls moving by targeting their thighs and buttocks.
Clive sighed in pleasure at the sound of the whips and his hand kneaded deep er into the breast of the slave kneeling by him. H e looked up at the screens where there were close ups of rows of shining thighs and buttocks quivering as the lashes rained down, even as they strained for purchase. By now the girls were straining so far forwards that the whip was whistling past the nose of the girl behind as her sister slave in front was lashed. He knew that down there the air would be heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal and it would be driving the girls mad with desire.
Slowly the poles began to move and the whipmen yelled to their teams to straighten up. The whipping changed cadence as the teams were urged into straight line pulling and the sprint for the far end of the arena was on. The whips now fell on the girls’ backs and each team set up a rhythm so that the smacks became amplified into two distinct sound tracks, the Tykes setting a slightly faster rhythm. Gradually the straining lines of girls increased their pace down the arena and the heavy logs moved sluggishly behind them. As they moved so the whipmen set faster and faster rhythms as the lines tried to accelerate towards the far wall of the arena. Up on the screens the cameras roved from one sweat-soaked face grimacing under the lash to another and from one shining back and welted arse, quivering and jiggling from effort and the whips to the next.
Clive glanced across at the two owners next to him, Lord Barber was open mouthed and clearly just about to spend in his girl’s mouth, Neil had his girl sitting on his cock – her back to him - and he was cheering his team on as she wriggled and squirmed on him. As Clive watched, the climax of the first run was reached and he pushed her off him and stood up in triumph, a quite respectably sized cock standing rigidly to attention from his trousers. He was quite unabashed and once he had punched the air, he grabbed the girl’ s hair and rammed her face down onto it . Clive had his girl climb up onto the seat beside him and kneel with her thighs wide spread. His fingers sank easily into the warm swamp of vaginal sap his mauling of her tits had engendered and he happily put four fingers up her, making her bite her lip to stop herself from moaning and disturbing him.
Down below the teams were turned around. While the slaves were unchained , both teams allowed the guards to let a few lucky girls get a mouthful of cock. It provided good pictures on the monitors for the crowd and it held out the promise of fulfilment to the slaves . It worked for the Tykes because they drew level by winning the second pull. A third and deciding pull was not the ideal outcome for either team as the slaves still had plenty left to endure before the games ended. But the crowd was delighted. Once again they got giant images of thick, shining cock shafts stretching soft and compliant lips and then a whole five minutes of mass flagellation as the teams staggered back along the arena dragging their brutally pointless burden s with them.
Beside Clive, the girl gave up the unequal struggle against her body
Both teams had been well drilled and the lines of naked , gleaming slaves began to sway from side to side . The long legs tensed and strained as the two lines began to ‘break out’ the logs; free them from the sand and get them moving. On top of each log the main whipman cracked his long lash above the heads of the girls, whilst below him the guards yelled their charges on and slashed down with their whips. The Proteus stable had equipped their men with floggers comprising thin leather tails that would sting the girls as the sweat ran into the welts. The Tykes had favoured slightly more solid tails of leather that smacked rather than cut. Both teams’ guards got their girls moving by targeting their thighs and buttocks.
Clive sighed in pleasure at the sound of the whips and his hand kneaded deep er into the breast of the slave kneeling by him. H e looked up at the screens where there were close ups of rows of shining thighs and buttocks quivering as the lashes rained down, even as they strained for purchase. By now the girls were straining so far forwards that the whip was whistling past the nose of the girl behind as her sister slave in front was lashed. He knew that down there the air would be heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal and it would be driving the girls mad with desire.
Slowly the poles began to move and the whipmen yelled to their teams to straighten up. The whipping changed cadence as the teams were urged into straight line pulling and the sprint for the far end of the arena was on. The whips now fell on the girls’ backs and each team set up a rhythm so that the smacks became amplified into two distinct sound tracks, the Tykes setting a slightly faster rhythm. Gradually the straining lines of girls increased their pace down the arena and the heavy logs moved sluggishly behind them. As they moved so the whipmen set faster and faster rhythms as the lines tried to accelerate towards the far wall of the arena. Up on the screens the cameras roved from one sweat-soaked face grimacing under the lash to another and from one shining back and welted arse, quivering and jiggling from effort and the whips to the next.
Clive glanced across at the two owners next to him, Lord Barber was open mouthed and clearly just about to spend in his girl’s mouth, Neil had his girl sitting on his cock – her back to him - and he was cheering his team on as she wriggled and squirmed on him. As Clive watched, the climax of the first run was reached and he pushed her off him and stood up in triumph, a quite respectably sized cock standing rigidly to attention from his trousers. He was quite unabashed and once he had punched the air, he grabbed the girl’ s hair and rammed her face down onto it . Clive had his girl climb up onto the seat beside him and kneel with her thighs wide spread. His fingers sank easily into the warm swamp of vaginal sap his mauling of her tits had engendered and he happily put four fingers up her, making her bite her lip to stop herself from moaning and disturbing him.
Down below the teams were turned around. While the slaves were unchained , both teams allowed the guards to let a few lucky girls get a mouthful of cock. It provided good pictures on the monitors for the crowd and it held out the promise of fulfilment to the slaves . It worked for the Tykes because they drew level by winning the second pull. A third and deciding pull was not the ideal outcome for either team as the slaves still had plenty left to endure before the games ended. But the crowd was delighted. Once again they got giant images of thick, shining cock shafts stretching soft and compliant lips and then a whole five minutes of mass flagellation as the teams staggered back along the arena dragging their brutally pointless burden s with them.
Beside Clive, the girl gave up the unequal struggle against her body
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