Time seemed to stand still, while I stood on my hands and knees, frozen into inactivity. Just 30 feet away stood a serial killer who for fun whipped girls, fucked them senseless, then killed and disposed of them in one way or another. His chant. ‘She’s too good to be a filthy street whore!’ was embedded on my memory and probably would be until I died.
The awful thing was that the killer knew exactly what I looked like! Suddenly, I wasn’t sure at all if changing my hair style would fool him. I almost panicked there and then, but just held myself together when I remembered that I was painted silver and to all intents and purposes, looked like a sparkling cat.
I turned to look at Cherry, who apart from her red hair, looked unrecognizable so I relaxed a little. Besides, I thought, the assembled audience would be looking at our tits and cunts, not our faces! My attention had been drawn away from the gladiator, so I therefore missed the fact that the race was about to start. Suddenly without warning the black handlers raised their arms and brought their crops slashing down on our bobbing buttocks. SWITT!
“Ahhhhhhrrrrrr!” I yelped as a line of fire flashed across my tender ass cheeks.
A roar went up from the crowd of spectators, while I fell forward, just managing to get my fists up to stop myself from falling on my face. However, I still ended up in a heap at the entrance to the tunnel, much to the pleasure of the watching crowd. They laughed and cheered as I struggled to my hands and knees and dipped into the tunnel. SWITT!
“Neeeeeeeeah!” A second blow caused me to dive forward, desperate to get under cover and avoid further blows. I crawled as fast as I could, but Cherry was quicker and emerged from her tunnel before me. As I came out into the open and put my arms into the first hoop, SWITT!
“Ahhhhhhrrrrrr!” A flash of pain shot up from my labia, right through the very core of my body.
The sadistic handler had struck me in line with my butt crack and the leather end of the crop had wrapped itself round my tender pussy lips.
I fell onto the hoop and dragged it down to the floor and for a moment I couldn’t move. SWITT!
“Ahhhhhhrrrrrr!” I sprung into life again and clambered clumsily through the hoops, much to the delight of the crowd.
As I stumbled through them, I knew that I was exposing myself and that they had a perfect view of my naked posterior; and the target area where the tip of the crop kept landing.
Eventually, I cleared that hurdle and fell headlong into the brown sludge. The moment I started to crawl through the messy pool, my mittens and knees slid out from under me, sending me sprawling face down in the thick liquid. The crowd were on their feet shouting and cheering at my misfortune. Somehow, I got going again, feeling foolish and ashamed at being so useless compared to Cherry, who was on the slide.
I climbed over the 12″ side at the far end, covered in brown slime, and as I tried to climb the short ramp my wet fists and knees couldn’t grip the slippery surface, so I kept slipping back. SWITT! SWITT!
“Mmmmmumph!” I released a dreadful groan as the pain from the twin blows stabbed right through my nether region.
Once again, the slides had been positioned so that the crowd could witness the blows landing on our most sensitive spots. Knowing the strokes wouldn’t stop I began moving again and to more continuous cheers I finally made it to the high platform. There I was confronted by the second gladiator who was waiting holding his cock out for me to latch onto. I had to crouch low with my knees under my slimy body and use my mitted hands to grip the platform, while I took him into my mouth. What I didn’t realize, was that the other guy was coming up behind me with his legs either side of the narrow ramp.
As I eased the first cock to the back of my throat, I felt a second nubbing up against my slippery labia, trying to spear my tight portal. His huge hands grabbed the sides of my body helping him guide his granite cock into my sizzling orifice.
“Mummmmph!” I groaned, as the muscles of my hungry quim were stretched once again that night.
He plunged in with such force, I nearly fell forward into the guy in front of me. However, I managed to lean my head back, so that they could fuck me rapidly at both ends, with their monstrous black cocks.
The audience went wild, clapping and cheering, and when both men achieved their goals by withdrawing and covering me with great globs of yellow cum, there were even louder shouts of appreciation. I tried to catch as much jiz as I could in my mouth, but failed miserably and ended up with it all over my face.
Cherry was the winner and she looked pretty pleased with herself, despite being splattered, like me, with great globs of milky cum. The curtains slowly closed and the noise from the audience died down to a low babble. One of the black gladiators attended to me and clipped the lead on my collar, while the other got some towels and wiped most of the mess off my body.
Moments later, the muscular handlers led us away on our hands and knees. As I followed behind Cherry’s bobbing ass, it dawned on me just how lewd our performance had been. However, I was quite prepared to suffer the shame, if the fee was a fat one and I got my fair share of the booty. I soon realized though that they hadn’t finished with us, for after the black studs had led us back to the changing room they lifted us back onto the table and proceeded to position themselves to shaft us again.
I glanced at Cherry, who like me had resigned herself to another round of sex from our gladiatorial-like handlers. One muscleman grabbed a handful of hair and steered his cock into my mouth. It was a challenge to swallow such a huge boner, especially one that was rock hard. However, I confidently allowed it to nudge deeper and deeper until I could begin to rock back and forth on the cock that had earlier impaled me from behind.
However, the guy behind me, whose hands almost encircled my waist, disrupted my rhythm when he withdrew the tail from my asshole. Then in one fluid motion slipped out of my greedy quim and dove into my tighter orifice.
“Muuuuumph,” I moaned, when my stretched sphincter couldn’t keep his slippery cock from impaling me to the hilt.
Thankfully, both men didn’t take long to pump their load into me, whereupon I had the tasteless job of cleaning both their cocks. Finally, we were able to relax, while the studs removed our restraints and helped us to our feet.