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Chapter 9 by Teyla Teyla

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Sadistic gladiators

I felt the cold leather between my palms, my heart pounding as the crowd murmured eagerly.

  • Now, without stopping before surrender, the governess ordered.

The first blow rang out before I could even gather my breath. Emma, ​​her lips trembling, cracked her whip across my thighs, leaving a stinging burn that drew a muffled moan from me. Min Mei struck immediately, hitting Emma in the shoulder, the leather biting her flesh with a wet sound that made the crowd shudder.

I gritted my teeth as another blow seared my lower back, the pain radiating in burning waves. My own whip rose with a shuddering movement before crashing down on the pale curve of Emma's buttocks, marking her flesh a bright red that contrasted with the bruises already present.

A guard snickered near us, his thick fingers sliding between my damp thighs to check my arousal despite the pain. "She's already wet," he growled at the gathering, triggering eager laughter.

He was right, we were enjoying ourselves; you couldn't be in an escort agency dedicated to BDSM without enjoying it. My thoughts vanished when Emma took the opportunity to viciously whip me at the base of my thighs, the tip of the whip hitting my pubic bone.

My cry broke through the air, high-pitched and hoarse, as the pain mingled with a wave of guilty pleasure. The leather had grazed my swollen clitoris, leaving behind an exquisite burn that made my teeth chatter. My fingers gripped the handle of the whip with a new fervor, my dilated pupils fixed on Emma, ​​whose parted lips gasped with haste and cruelty.

The audience was thrilled to see three naked gladiators savagely attacking each other, betting on who would fall first and who would win.

My breath caught in my throat as Min Mei lashed my breasts with a precise blow of her whip, the pain exploding in stars behind my eyelids. A trickle of saliva dripped from my lip as I retaliated, my own whip whistling before slashing across her thighs, leaving a scarlet mark that made her scream.

Min Mei's lips curled into a savage grin as she whirled sharply toward Emma, ​​her whip slicing through the air with a deadly hiss. The leather slashed against Emma's already red-marbled breasts, forcing a hoarse cry that turned into a voluptuous moan.

We were panting, sweating, but we were caught up in the game, seeking to win and defeat the other two in this sadistic competition.

Pain and excitement mingled in an unbearable whirl as my whip slammed down once more on Emma's lower back, the leather biting her already scarred flesh with a wet smack. She arched her back, a strangled cry escaping her lips, but her eyes burned with perverse determination.

Emma pivoted on her knees, sweat trickling between her shoulder blades as she fought back. Her whip cracked against my inner thigh, the tip smacking the swollen flesh with such precision that my vision blurred for a shaky second. The crowd roared as my back arched involuntarily, my free hand clawing at the stone floor as the wetness washed over my thighs. Min Mei seized the opportunity to strike Emma's side, the whip wrapping around her waist like a lover's cruel embrace, leaving marks that pulsed in time with our ragged breathing.

A guard's boot nudged my hip, pushing my legs apart as he chuckled. Min Mei and Emma didn't miss the opportunity, and their combined upward thrusts whipped my clitoris and each other's sex. A "Clap" echoed through the room, some making "O" sounds, hinting at the pain that was worse for me than anything they could have imagined.

My body stiffened in a spasm of unspeakable pain and pleasure, every nerve aflame from the stinging blow that had just pierced me. Emma's whip had struck true, its leather soaked with sweat and the dampness of previous strikes. My jaw clenched, I fell to the ground. They saw the opportunity to deliver the final blow and **** me to give up, mercilessly, and they relented.

My body writhed beneath their blows, each impact rekindling the burning sensation between my thighs. The leather hissed again, stinging my already scarred buttocks, and I bit my lip until it bled to stifle a cry that turned into a hoarse moan. The crowd roared, bets soared, as my shaky knees tried to pull me upright.

I couldn't get up, a blow undermined all effort by striking my exposed thigh to get up. The leather bit into my flesh again, and I collapsed to the ground, my fingers clenched in the hot dust. Min Mei sneered, her whip tracing threatening circles in the air before coming down on my lower back, leaving a fiery mark that made me grit my teeth, while Emma gloated as victory drew nearer.

Unable to hold it in any longer, I screamed.

"Please, please, I give up..."

My voice choked on a hoarse sob, tears burning my cheeks as I collapsed further to the ground, my trembling muscles refusing to carry me any longer. The crowd roared, a mixture of cruel laughter and excited exclamations, as the guards advanced, their footsteps hammering the stone with calculated slowness.

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