Chapter 37: Interesting Interludes

Panties stepped away from the table that held the bound and senseless Melissa as a slave, wearing a Red Penis armband bounded up and skilfully applied a pad to Melissa's wound before swiftly tying a bandage around it. Master Cunningham had been, in the meantime, studying Melissa's bum in some depth and now he reached out a finger and inserted it into her well lubricated vagina. The digit slipped in easily and, when he withdrew it, the finger glistened in the light. Thoughtfully, Miles placed it into his mouth and appreciably sucked at it. Pulling his hand away and holding it before his eyes for a moment, he smiled. "Tasty," he commented before ordering the gathered slaves to fetch Charlie.

"Who?" wondered Panties to herself as some of the men currently remaining in the arena rapidly departed on this errand. Trying to use this moment of distraction to her advantage, Panties began it ease her way backwards towards the wall but the Master's hand lashed out and savagely grabbed her by the wrist.

"And where do you think you're going?" he demanded of her.

"No-where, Master! I... er... I..."

The Master's other hand flew up and clipped Panties' face with a mighty back-handed slap, sending her sprawling into the dirt, much to the delight of the audience above her. A trickle of blood oozed its way from the corner of her mouth as Miles instructed her to stay where she was. Cowed, Panties did as she was told.

The slaves now returned, accompanied by one of their number whom Panties had not seen before. This slave was, in turn, leading a large, mature and clearly male chimpanzee; the ape gazed up at the audience watching him and snarled loudly before pausing to scratch his arse. Then he wrinkled his nose and sniffed more closely at the air as if there was a scent there that had attracted his attention. Once again the chimp sniffed, his head turning towards the centre of the arena and the bound Melissa.

"Let him go," instructed Miles and the slave released the chimp's hand. Charlie ambled over to Melissa and, squatted down slightly, pressed his nose against her rump and sniffed once more, long and hard this time. Charlie was obviously excited by the scent being extruded from the juices oozing from the girl's cunt for his hairy prick immediately began to swell and come to attention, the pink glands perturbing from their sheath. Grabbing the table's edges with his hands and the legs with his feet, Charlie raised himself from the ground rammed his bloated penis into Melissa who, still unconscious, failed to react in any way. Charlie began to pump, his entire body swaying rhythmically back and forth while Panties and the audience looked on at rather attractive waves that began to move through the fatty tissue of Melissa's buttocks under the pummelling that they were being subjected to. The ape looked up and snarled at those watching who, in return, began to call out encouragement to him. One of the Cunningham's camera crews closed in across the arena for a better shot and were just in time to record Melissa's first tentative movements as she began to come round. Clearly, one of the first things she felt was that she was being fucked... and, as the camera swung round to her face, she was clearly enjoying the experience, for a grin broke out across her face and her amplified voice cried out, "Yes! Yes! It's wonderful! Harder, you bastard, harder!"

While it could hardly be suggested that the chimpanzee understood Melissa's words, the simple fact that the woman's body under him was now responding in an encouraging manner, urged a redoubling of Charlie's efforts. Melissa groaned and bucked as much as she could, held down as she was by the bindings on her ankles and one wrist. "Oh, shit! That's so good! You're a real fucking animal!" her voice boomed out over the loudspeakers mounted around the arena. The audience howled with laughter at this remark and Melissa responded by craning her head to see just who was screwing her. Clearly expecting to find that the person behind her was a slave, Melissa was shocked to discover herself staring into the hairy face of a snarling chimpanzee whose powerful incisors were being bared at her. Just for a second, Melissa froze... and then she started to thrash about in the wildest manner and to scream incessantly. Mercifully, it wasn't long before someone in the Director's box reduced the sound level to the loudspeaker system. Clearly used to this sort of reaction to his advances, Charlie simply ignored it all and continued to hump the woman beneath him. Long moments passed as Panties observed what was happening in horror and Melissa's screams never paused. Eventually the chimp froze and, despite never having seen an ape orgasm before, Panties instinctively knew that this was that moment. And she was right for, shortly afterwards, Charlie disentangled himself from the still screaming Melissa and hopped down to the ground again. The chimp looked about him and scratched at his testicles... and then his eyes alighted on the figure of Panties, still sprawled in the dirt. Glancing about her, Panties swiftly discovered that, apart from now sobbing Melissa, she was now the only female left in the arena. Muttering the occasional denial, Panties started to edge herself slowly backwards on her hands, feet and bum. Charlie scratched himself once more and began to amble after her, his still erect prick seeming to be seeking out fresh victims like some sort of errant radar mast as it swayed back and forth with each step. The crowd's laughter sounded loud in Panties' ears and she now stood and began to run. Footsteps closing in from behind warned Panties that Charlie was after her and, risking a glance over her shoulder, the slave-girl saw that already the chimp was only feet away. Panties put on an extra spurt of speed but this only delayed the inevitable by seconds as Charlie leapt nimbly onto her back, the impact knocking her forwards to the ground where she landed in a heap. The frantic girl tried to twist free but the ape was too heavy and, filled with trepidation, Panties felt the creature's rampant penis entering her vagina from behind, his hairy chest pressing solidly against her back. "No! Nooooooo!" Panties wailed... but it was no use as Charlie started to rape her. Panties screamed once and continued her efforts to escape as the chimp's cock worked on her pussy... and, oddly enough, waves of pleasure began to wash over her. The slave-girl stopped trying to escape and, instead, began to enjoy the experience. Part of her mind told her that, if she simply accepted what was happening, the chimp wouldn't hurt her... well, that was the theory, anyway. Panties moved slightly and, lowering her head to the ground, raised her posterior up into the air by getting into a sort of kneeling position. This forced the chimp to stand and the woman now found that Charlie could delve even deeper into her. There was something about the raw savagery of the whole situation that was turning her on... possibly this was related to the effect that the sight of the two men fighting had placed upon her earlier, or, just possibly, it was just akin to the enjoyment she felt when being screwed by Rockenroller, her former family's pet Doberman she mused to herself with a small portion of her mind while the rest continued to enjoy being fucked. Wiggling her backside about, Panties silently urged Charlie on who responded by thrusting ever harder. Panties began to approach her first orgasm...

Above the arena floor, the crowd began booing... this wasn't the way the entertainment was supposed to go! Why wasn't the woman screaming and fighting? This little slut seemed to be enjoying the experience! This wasn't what was expected at all. Picking up on the change of moods, Miles signalled to the male slaves who, exhibiting a healthy amount of caution, moved in on the chimp and tried to get a grip on him... but Charlie was having none of this for he was enjoying himself too much and the ape started to fight back using all the weapons that nature had equipped him with. Two of the slaves were quickly bitten and the others were in danger of starting to retreat until Miles sent in some reinforcements... and some whip yielding overseers as encouragement. Eventually Charlie was overpowered and pulled away from an unsatisfied, angry and unsated Panties. "Get them out of here!" hissed a clearly angry Master Cunningham as he turned back towards his audience and, with his best smile back in place, began the process of mollifying their anger by the simple expedient of announcing that supper was ready to be served.

Panties found herself being hustled down a passageway by a pair of chastity-belt wearing male goons each holding tightly onto one of her arms. Almost immediately after leaving the arena, the trio almost stumbled over Blitzkrieg's body which had been dumped in the corridor and was now laying on its back. Squatting over the remains was Butch, now wearing only a white suspender belt with matching stockings and stiletto heeled shoes, who had impaled himself via his bum-hole on Blitzkrieg's final hard-on and who was now raising and lowering himself upon it with a satisfied smile upon his face while his useless, flaccid and impotent little prick waved about in the air like a small worm seeking escape. Even as Panties and her escort passed by, the sissy tired and flopped down onto the corpses' lap before beginning to rock rhythmically back and forth, his eyes now closed as the still bloated cock rubbed erotically against the walls of the sissy's arse-hole. A look of disgust crossed the faces of the two goons and one commented that, given half a chance, he'd string the perverted little sissy up from the ceiling by the chain attached to his balls.

Butch's eyes flew open. "You wouldn't dare!" he screeched in his annoying, high pitched voice. "I'd report you back to the Young Mistress and then you'd be sorry! Strung up by your own balls you'd be!"

A third voice joined the conversation as Miles Cunningham strode purposefully past the scene on his way to hosting the supper. "He wouldn't dare... but I would. Do it! And make sure the director catches it!"

Butch swallowed hard but remained where he was for he knew better than to run. One of the goons collected a short piece of rope from a nearby shelf and brutally bound Butch's wrists behind his back. The other goon then picked up the short lead that ended in a noose placed around the sissy's testicles... and yanked, hard. A scream not unlike that of a little girl ripped out of Butch's throat as he was launched, groin first, away Blitzkrieg's lap and into the air. "Give me a hand," called the goon holding the chain to his mate who promptly scooped the sissy up in his arms and held him there while his companion secured the chain to a convenient hook cemented into the ceiling. Both men stood back to admire their handiwork leaving Butch, his back arced with his head and feet dangling, spinning slowly round and whimpering, his entire weight being supported by his balls.

"Please... please, don't leave me here like this," he whined, "it really hurts! Oh, shit! Get me down... I'll do anything... please."

Panties walked over and smiled into the sissy's face before taking hold of the chain and jerking it once, causing Butch to 'bounce'. The sissy flinched as his tormentor said, "I told you what your future held, didn't I? Something tells me that I'm not you servant any longer... just as it tells me that you're finished as the Young Mistress' favourite. You didn't even last as long as I though you would, you pathetic excuse for a male!" Panties then turned to her guards and suggested that they move on.

The group soon came upon the glass tank that held Stella who now peered out through the filthy liquid with unseeing eyes and a bloated tongue for the mixture of piss, shit and water had finally filled the container to it very brim. Panties just hoped that, somewhere above her, some guest was giving a thought to the human being who had been sacrificed in order for them to gain a fractional increase in their funds.

Panties was then returned to the now empty dorm where the goons told her to wait before they left, closing and locking the door behind them. The slave-girl threw herself down on her bad and allowed her eyes to close...

Panties was awaken from a light doze by the sound of the door being opened and she immediately sat up not quite knowing who to expect. In the event, in stepped Big Black Bertha, a smile plastered over her face. The huge slave held out a large fist and took hold of Panties' much smaller one before proceeding to shake it vigorously. "I wanted to thank you for saving my brother!" she boomed, finally releasing the white girls' hand. "It was a brave thing that you did..."

"For which your brother is going to punish me!" interjected Panties.

"Punish you?" quizzed a slightly bemused older woman.

"Yes - he told me to stay by the door and I didn't so now he plans to punish me for it somehow."

"Hmmm... I see. Well, considering that Wee-Wee won't be in any state to punish anyone personally for some time, I guess that he'll have to delegate it out to someone. I'll try to ensure that he gives the job to me." And, with that, Bertha winked broadly, "Don't worry, white-trash, it won't be as bad as you fear. Now, is there anything I can do for you to show my thanks?"

Panties didn't hesitate in the slightest. "Melissa... before the fight she warned me what she'd do to me if Wee-Wee won and she lost another finger. She said she'd kill me! And I believe her... she said that she's already killed several slaves here!"

"And I'm sure she has... but I'll have a word with her, convince her that it's in her best interest to leave you alone. Don't worry, trash, you'll be fine."

A much relieved Panties leaned in towards Bertha, muttering her thanks through puckered lips that she then planted on the black woman's fuller ones. Bertha responded in kind, her tongue slipping nimbly into Panties mouth while simultaneously placing her hands behind Panties' neck and pulling her gently in towards her. Then, out of the blue, Bertha broke away and gently, but firmly, pushed Panties back. "No! There's no time for that right now. I've got work to do... and so have you. The function upstairs has broken up and I'm to supervise some of the cleaning up. You're to go to the kitchens and collect Sue-Li's supper and take it to her room. The cooks'll tell you where to go. I'll see you back here later... warm the bed up for me. Oh, one other thing - Sue-Li says to put these on..." A pair of red, lacy briefs flew through the air towards the white slave who caught them easily before moving eagerly to slip her long and shapely legs into them. "Don't see what you see in them myself, white-trash," commented Bertha as she led Panties out of the room. "Don't you get all hot and clammy inside them? Me, I prefer the fresh air brushing against my fanny."

"And I prefer the feel of silk... though cotton'll do if needs must. That said, your hand up there would be even nicer..." added Panties mischievously.

"And so it will, child... soon. Just keep it wet and warm for me."

Panties lightly tapped her pussy with her hand, twice. "Wearing these, that's no problem... they get me moist just thinking about them..."

A short time later, Panties stood outside the door to the Chief Overseer's private room holding a tray on which was a plate piled high with cold meat and salad along with two bottles of beer. "Overseers live quite well," she thought to herself as she slipped another small piece of meat into her mouth before chewing frantically on it and swallowing. She then knocked on the door with her free hand.

"Come in!" called Sue-Li's voice and, after a brief struggle with the handle, Panties entered. The room was still quite small and spartan, but it did have a carpet (admittedly with a several holes in it) on the floor and a few sticks of almost decent furniture. Sue-Li was sat at a small table where she was reading some papers which she now cleared out of the way. "Put it there," she instructed indicating the area before her. Panties did as she had been instructed and then stood back, waiting to be dismissed.

Sue-Li slipped some meat into her mouth then turned to look at the slave standing meekly beside her. The overseer's eyes travelled up and down Panties' body in an appreciative manner before coming to rest on her groin. "I have to admit that they suit you, Panties," she commented. "Not that I'd ever want to wear them... too... er... kinky for my taste shall we say... as well as being so unhygienic. You thirsty, girl?"