Chapter 8 Fight of 2 submissives in the mud

While His Wife devoted Herself to Her Passion of training submissive females into docile fillies, Sir Evans' Guest had taken leave of His host and dragged the young E75MSE after Him...

 Throughout breakfast, he had taken perverse pleasure in running his curious fingers over the skin and intimacy of Master Sir Evans' slave. The slave had been perfectly docile, as docile and open as He liked her to be.

 He returns to his room accompanied by E75MSE. Arriving in front of his door, he pins the slave against the wall and begins to grope her roughly.

 - "Mhh, slut! Little whore, you've turned me on so much and now you're not going to have to disappoint me...

 Mhh little whore!"

 Whilst whispering this in her ear, the Man slides a finger into the slave's anus, while with his other hand, he kneads her breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and pinching the nipples hard...

 E75MSE feels the Man's Sex swelling against her thigh... Not easy to assess, but it seems to be of impressive dimensions... but she doesn't have time to judge it more precisely, because He forces her to kneel...

 - "Stay there, my whore... wait until I tell you to come in..." and he leaves the corridor, returning to his vast room, the door of which he leaves ajar.

 Only a few minutes pass before he comes back to get her and grabbing her hair with a firm hand forces her to follow him inside...crossing the vast room to arrive in a large bathroom with beige and pearly tones, brightly illuminated by the reflection of a large chandelier in the many mirrors placed at all points of the room.

 The man releases E75MSE in the very center of the room and instinctively, the slave places herself in a position of deference, prostrate, her back arched, her back arched, her rump raised, her face on the ground, her long brown hair forming a corolla on the ground. This submissive posture magnified her, made her a real sculpture, a tribute to servitude!

 - "Why are you here?" asks the voice of the Marquis' Guest with a hint of mockery...

 - "To obey and serve You, Sir. To fulfill Your every expectation as my Master has commanded" she replies in a humble and unhesitating tone.

 He observes her, the harmonious curves of this young firm body, the smooth skin whose softness he already knows, the breasts which in her position are slightly crushed on the ground... he leans a little and comes to inspect this rosette in which he so complacently pushed His fingers a little earlier... Perfectly smooth, he slides his hand along the crack, passes his hand between the slightly open thighs, notes the perfect hair removal of the slave's pussy... He straightens up and contemplates this female whom He can dispose of as He pleases, remembering the words of His host, Sir Evans:

 - "I saw, dear friend, that this little female does not leave you indifferent (smile) I know how much you like to play, I would be sorry to deprive you of such a legitimate pleasure.

 Let us therefore postpone our business until later. I will go and settle some urgent matters that David wished to discuss with me and let us meet for lunch... Until then, of course, it is yours, use it as you please, you will honour me with it..."

 The Marquis of Evans was definitely a perfect host. After all, their business could indeed wait. He was too eager to play and this female was too much of a turn on for his senses to wait any longer!

 - "Get up!"

 The two words crack like a whip and E75MSE reacts to them with as much eagerness as if the leather strap had snapped on her offered body. She straightens up and stands upright, her bust forward, her back still arched, her thighs spread wide enough for The eye to immediately see the pink flesh of her smooth intimacy... she holds her hands crossed behind her back, her neck straight, her eyes lowered... A beautiful object, with pale, flawless skin... some curves only highlighted by the almost erased traces of old flagellations...

Contemplating the body of the slave offered without any shame to His gaze, Man feels a strong and precise desire rising within him... He wants to defile her, to humiliate her. He wants to bend this body to His whims, certainly, He has the most absolute right to do so... But that is not enough for him. He knows that the slave has been trained, that she is aware of her status and her duties. But He nevertheless wants to debase her. He sees in this body a provocation. A provocation that he cannot tolerate!

 E75MSE waits, motionless... she is used to being presented like this, naked, offered. But this silence. Her eyes stare at the ground, she does not make a movement, only her breath slightly lifts her firm chest with erect nipples.

 The Man approaches, silent... Violently, he slaps her breasts which oscillate to the rhythm of the slaps which follow one another violently, ever more quickly. The Man uses His two hands, he hits the breasts, taking pleasure in seeing them swing under the blows; pleasure in seeing them redden and the trace of His fingers which is imprinted on the pale flesh. He hits, hits this tender flesh and the slave does not move. Sometimes he glances at the female's youthful face. She is tense, her lips twist slightly, but she keeps the pose, docile... A furious desire to take her seizes the Man. But he knows that she is ready to be used and He decides that it will be for later, that He will only finish like this and that before that she will have to submit to His games, until she can't take it anymore and being taken becomes like a release.

 He stops hitting the breasts, brings His hands closer to the breasts and His fingers close on the nipples like the talons of a bird of prey. This time, despite the experience, E75MSE could not help but wince. The blade of the nails hurt her, stretching the nipple strongly downwards to force the slave to bow.

He forced her to bend down to the ground, then grabbed her hair to force her to stand up.

 As soon as she stands up, he slaps her:

 - "Go into the bathtub and get on your knees, raise your head and open your mouth!"

 Obediently, E75MSE enters the large basin and positions herself on her knees, barely is she in position that she feels a thick and hot jet on her... The urine drips on her and the Man directs the jet so as not to neglect any part of the slave's body and especially not her face:

 - "Open your mouth, I said, more than that, you whore!" He shouts and E75MSE obediently obeys, receiving a flood of golden liquor in his mouth, swallowing the yellow and odorous liquid in full throat.

 - "Yes that's it... drink female dog, swallow..."

 The flow dries up and the Man looks at the dripping slave, satisfied...

 - "Rub yourself, whore... spread my champagne all over you... Everywhere!" E75MSE begins to massage her body, spreading the urine all over her body.

 - "Get up, but don't stop!"

 E75MSE gets up and continues his "massage" on her hair, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach...

 - "Lick your fingers, and keep going!"

 The slightly acrid and salty taste, the perfume invades E75MSE's mouth who licks each finger, her hands, then continues... she leans against the wall that runs along one side of the bathtub and runs her hands all over her body... Her shoulders touch the wall, she leans against it and moves her pelvis forward, opening her thighs... while continuing her gestures, she sometimes runs her hand between her thighs, adding the flavor of her intimacy to that of the urine. regularly, she licks her fingers again then continues; she turns, stretches her rump and massages her buttocks, opening her crack and revealing her pink anus that she fingers slowly...

 The Man doesn't miss anything from this totally shameless exhibition... Seeing a leather belt hanging from a peg on the wall, he grabs it and while the slave offers her rump, he lashes her... Surprised, she tenses, but from the second blow, she remains motionless and endures the volley of blows that heats her ass... Then it stops:

 - "Enough! Wash yourself now, you slut!"

 He hands the shower to E75MSE. The cold water gushes out and the slave rinses himself, the water dripping down his body. This firm body with fine curves excites the Man, but he still waits. He waits for this body that He has total enjoyment of to be perfectly rinsed and soaped. He takes off his bathrobe and gets into the bathtub in turn. He is naked, hairy, his thick cock is tense like a bow and points upwards... He stands and dominates the submissive with a head.

 - " Massage me now, slave, but only with your breasts!"

 Slowly she complies. She is well trained and knows the gestures that will satisfy the libido of the Man to whom her Master has offered her for the day. She sticks to His pectorals, brushing His skin with her hardened nipples, then gently, undulating like a reptile, she goes down to His belly. She presses harder, squeezing the tense Tail with her two breasts. Using her hands, she puts pressure on them, their volume increases and she jerks

 Slowly The tail while she undulates her buttocks in a slow and regular movement. Thus leaning, her face is very close to the hairy pubis of The Man. Her tongue comes to life and goes to seek the glans which she coats with her lips and sucks gently.

 She is skillful, perfectly trained, capable of behaving like the most expert of the whores of the underworld... The Man gets even harder:

 - "Mhhh ooohh what a whore you are!" but yet he violently seized the slave's wet hair:

 - "I said to massage with your breasts, not to lick or suck me. (he slaps her) Weren't you taught to obey, slave?

 I doubt it because I know the value of your Master. He will be informed of your extravagance and you will be punished, dirty female dog!" ... For the first time since she had been delivered to the Count, e46MSE had been able to sleep in a bed. The treatment she had been subjected to for a week had exhausted her, and this night of respite had relieved her a little. Certainly the cell in which she had been chained the night before was at least uncluttered: 3 meters by 3, more or less, with a simple mattress in the center and for all decoration a chain hanging from the ceiling, to which had been attached the handcuff fixed to her right ankle.

 The slave thus had just enough slack to lie down, which was already much more comfortable than the situations she had known for a week. Barely installed on the mattress, e46MSE had fallen into a deep sleep... Despite the fatigue that had thus knocked her out, the submissive woke up before anyone came to get her. Confused to have forgotten her devotions to her Master the day before, she got into position on the mattress... face to the ground, hollow backs and arched rump, she recited...

 - "I am the slave of Master Sir Evans, I belong to Him body and soul. The Master disposes of me as He sees fit, for His use or that of whom He wishes. I thank my Master for having delivered me to the Count and for allowing me to pay homage to His training..."

 She had barely had time to finish this prayer, when already a key was turning in the lock of her cell. A servant of the Count, one of those muscular male slaves, came to fetch her. Without a word, as always, he unfastened the chain from e46MSE's ankle, fixed a dog collar to her neck, attached to a short leash and dragged her thus, on all fours out of the room.

 E46MSE was led into a bathroom where two females were waiting for her. The man left her in the hands of the two slaves who began to clean e46MSE using natural sponges, soaked in perfumed water. The two females were careful not to neglect any part of e46MSE's anatomy. One had placed herself behind the submissive, while the other was facing her...

 They had practically stuck to her and were lasciviously passing the sponges over her skin which still bore the marks of the most severe treatments applied by The Count during this week during which e46MSE had been the birthday present of The Marquis to His dear Friend. The water was warm, lightly perfumed, soothing... e46MSE was also combed.

 A comb passed through her hair for a long time, before applying a balm that allowed it to be smoothed in order to gather it into a ponytail, while after drying it, the two females had taken to anointing his entire body with a veil of light but oily cream that made his skin shine with slightly tanned reflections.

 Their task completed, the two slaves left the room, leaving e46MSE standing, naked, her leash

 hanging from her collar between her two breasts whose nipples had been made up. e46MSE

 waited, straight, her eyes lowered, wondering what kind of ceremony could await her... Humiliations, depravities, nothing had been spared her during the past week. She had endured everything with self-denial and docility, driven by the sole desire to prove herself worthy of her Master Sir Evans and to deserve that The Count praised her education. It was not for herself, but for her Master that she had seen, each day, a new bell disappear from the fine gold chain that encircled her hips. There was only one left... The final test would undoubtedly be the most difficult, the Count's demands having increased crescendo since she had been delivered into His Hands. She would soon find out.

 The one who had already come to get her from her cell reappeared, grabbed the leash and dragged her along with him... They left the Count's mansion and crossed the vast lawn at the back, then crossed a curtain of trees to a small clearing...

 There a step had been erected around a platform on which the Count sat enthroned in a large armchair, a naked female kneeling on each side. These ornamental females wore, as always, simple chain necklaces that dripped down their chests and shoulders. They stood on their knees, their busts straight, jutting out their breasts whose nipples were adorned with jewels supporting heavy weights...

 On the steps surrounding this throne, about twenty guests were standing, visibly impatient.

 Their conversations stopped when they saw e46MSE and her guide enter the clearing. e46MSE

 was led to the foot of the step, facing The Count. She immediately knelt down and stared at The

 Count's Feet.

 - "So here you are, having reached the end of this week... you have shown yourself to be docile,

 enduring, humble... I admit that I appreciated your Master's gift and you will return to Him this

 evening with a cassette containing my commentary, accompanied by these bells removed from

 the belt that you wear at your waist, symbols of the trials that you have undergone. But before

 that, I have invited a few friends so that they can witness your final effort..."

 The Count clapped his hands and e46MSE was pulled by the leash and paraded through the

 stands... The Guests could thus feel the slave, appreciate the way she had been dressed and the

 mark inscribed in her flesh of the ordeals undergone.

 Women and men ran their hands over the body that was thus exhibited to them. They took

 advantage of e46MSE's passage to grope her body, briefly search her private parts, feel her rump...

 When she had been sufficiently shown and offered, e46MSE was brought back to the front of the

 stand and it was there that she saw that a large hole had been dug a little further away.

 The hole was square, about 5 meters on each side and 2 meters deep, approximately... e46MSE was led to the edge of this hole. The one who was leading her removed the collar from her neck and suddenly pushed her... e46MSE fell into the bottom of the hole, largely lined with thick mud which cushioned her fall but instantly ruined all the efforts made that very morning to clean her.

 A clamor then rose from the stands, but if she vaguely guessed the silhouettes, e46MSE could not see what was happening above her... she had placed herself in the center of the excavation and was waiting... Suddenly, a shadow appeared, followed in the moment by a flaccid noise. e46MSE understood that someone had just jumped into the hole. Instinctively she turned around and saw a tall, muscular black woman, who was watching her... The woman was naked, with the exception of thick leather wristbands, leather circles that encircled the top of her biceps... She was easily a head taller than e46MSE and had a completely shaved head.

 Her cold eyes observed e46MSE who felt her stomach knot and began to back away towards a corner of the pit. The slave had of course understood, she was going to have to fight against this Woman who was looking at her with a cruel little grin and advancing towards her, slightly hunched, rolling her muscles like a feline preparing to pounce...

 E46MSE had some difficulty moving in the mud that surrounded his feet and ankles, while the one facing him seemed not affected at all. The Black with the shaved head was only a meter away from e46MSE, her eyes fixed on those of the slave as if to hypnotize her and make her an even more fragile and easy prey than she already was...

 As the slave suddenly realized that she had reached the edge of the pit and could no longer retreat, her opponent jumped and was on top of her before she even realized it. E46MSE began to slide, her falling motion amplified by the weight of La Black who had girded her and accompanied the curve of her body. E46MSE sprawled in the mud, and immediately felt a powerful hand grip one of her wrists, while a hand grabbed the back of her neck. In a fraction of a second, her face was buried in the mud and suffocating, especially since the pain of the arm being twisted made her open her mouth and swallow mud. La Black held her like that for a few seconds, without stopping twisting her wrist and arm, before getting up and moving back a little, allowing e46MSE to get her face out of the mud and seek some air for her clogged lungs.

 On all fours, e46MSE panted... While from the stands he heard, although muffled by the mud that had gotten into his ears, applause intended for La Black and mockery for his lack of resistance.

 A gong rang! The Black had gotten back into a fighting stance, while e46MSE tried to keep her composure despite the mud that now covered her. She tried to imitate the Black's stance and for a few seconds, it almost seemed like it was a real fight. Until once again,

 Black leaps and sweeps e46MSE's legs, who collapses with all her weight on her buttocks...

 In a fraction of a second, Black was on her, sitting on her chest, and immobilizing her wrists...

 She then plunges her cruel gaze into the eyes of the slave who is desperately trying to free himself, without the slightest success.

 - "This is just the beginning" La Black whispered... "You are the prey and I am your Predator. I will have a lot of fun and the guests of my Lord the Count, my Master, will enjoy the show"

 She spat in e46MSE's face and increased the pressure on the wrists, until she got a scream...

 She then straightened up, her foot pressing on the submissive's face and held her fist out to the sky in victory... Then she stepped back to the middle of the pit. The gong rang a second time... e46MSE straightened up, massaging her sore wrists.

 The fight had not started for two minutes and already she was exhausted. Covered in mud that blocked her eyes, nostrils, ears, she moved as if in a kind of visual and auditory fog...

 As she wiped her face, the gong rang for the third time... No respite! This time The Black threw herself on e46MSE, placing herself behind her and starting a strangulation, while keeping the slave standing, in order to prolong the suffocation she imposed on her. e46MSE was suffocating, clawing at the forearms of her opponent who did not seem affected at all. The powerful Black pulled on the slave's neck, sometimes She lifted her off the ground, then turning her towards The Spectators in order to offer them the vision of the slave dripping with mud, mastered, as if imprisoned between Her powerful arms, defeated, manipulated like a puppet.

 The slave remained like this for a long time, before finally the shaved-headed Black gave her a sharp blow to the kidneys that caused her to feel like she was paralyzed and forced her to fall to her knees. The Black maintained her strangulation, while grabbing e46MSE's left breast with one hand and stretching it with difficulty because it was made slippery by the mud.

 Little by little, e46MSE felt that she was forced to let herself go backwards, at the risk of feeling her back give way...

 Her bust was stretched backwards while her thighs spread apart, opening her gaping and muddy sex for everyone to see... The Black finally forced her to lie down in the mud and came to sit on her face, while her legs immobilized her body almost entirely submerged in the mud. In her mouth invaded by mud, e46MSE smelled the musky perfume of the One who thus dominated her with Her whole body. She felt that the Other wanted to assert her power and Her superiority and it must be admitted that she had no difficulty in doing so. Obviously This Woman was used to wrestling and e46MSE was not an opponent, but a prey, an easy prey that The Count had offered to This superb Creature who offered the Master of the Places and His guests the spectacle they were waiting for, if we were to believe the rounds of applause that punctuated each new victorious hold of The Black... And so interminable minutes passed. e46MSE no longer felt her body, which had been hit, twisted, stretched... She had suffered suffocation, the most painful twists, had been dragged (in the first sense of the term) in the mud, immersed in this sticky mass that entered every pore of her skin... And the more she lost her energy, the more her opponent took pleasure in imposing the most painful and humiliating contortions on her, exhibiting her exhausted and muddy body to the libidinous gazes of the Count's guests...

 The ultimate suffering, when she had just been thrown onto her stomach, e46MSE felt La Black who had just sat on her back and who with both hands, grabbed her face and pulled her head back... The movement stopped just when the pain was about to become intolerable.

 The Black held e46MSE for a long and painful moment, before releasing her and the exhausted slave's face went to crash into the mud... Then the Winner straightened up and placed her foot on the back of her victim, to the cheers of the assembly, the Count paying her the homage of standing up to applaud her.

 With a feline movement, she emerged from the pit and greeted the spectators before walking away in the company of two male slaves who handed her scented towels...

 The spectators left the stands and came to gather at the edge of the hole where e46MSE lay, exhausted, defeated, prostrate in the mud. The Count also approached...

 - "Stand up, slave! Here is your ultimate reward, you must receive it standing and still!"

 Painfully, driven only by her sole will not to disappoint her Master, the slave managed to straighten up and stand, although unsteadily.

 Then all the men in the assembly, imitating the Count, exhibited their sex and in general harmony, they urinated on the slave, the jets of urine here and there undoing the crust of mud that had formed on her body. e46MSE received this golden shower with relief, soon, she would find her true and revered Master, Sir Evans...

 ...Meanwhile, at the castle