For my entertainment. A tad Romanesque granted, but hey, I'm a classic girly.
Sun beating down on two almost submissives who are filled with self loathing for their own desires, hatred for those who have mercilessly tortured and punished them for the last couple of days, confused adoration for their tormentors and overwhelming horniness.
These subs stand in a large sand filled ring, surrounded by their tormentors cheering, laughing and placing bets on who will win.
The subs are covered in oil (it's a big thing with me at the moment, god knows why, I'm probably going to have to do something about this) and a gong is struck.
The object of the game is to wrestle the other sub to the ground and rape them for their Mistress's amusement. The oil makes it difficult to get a grip, so whenever one of them seems to have a hold of their opponent, they slide off. Even hair grabbing doesn't seem to work, everything is so slick.
The sun beats, the crowd cheers and catcalls, the Mistress's fan themselves, smiling and proud of their boys. It seems to go on forever, until the larger of the two men manages to clamber atop the other and force them flat to the ground.
The crowd goes crazy, the yelling and cheering is the only thing the subs can hear. Snarling and struggling on the ground, the smaller slave futiley struggles to escape. The victor, pinning his opponent down, looks up, panting to his Mistress for permission.
She winks.
The reward is apt.
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