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Rose Blossoms 02
by The Technicians
Rose soon became the reigning Southern Belle at the club. Southern Belle matches, however,
were primarily for rookie fighters, so Master moved her to the catfight division. Catfights were
basically the same as the Belle matches except that the fighters started with fewer clothes and the
winner not only had to strip their opponent, they also had to pin them to the mat just as in a
normal wrestling match.
Since there was so little clothing, it was usually gone soon after the girls entered the ring. From
that point on, the two naked slaves wrestled each other until one of them was pinned or gave up.
Again some of the fighters were sissy slaves rather than women, but fighting totally naked in the
catfights they had the definite disadvantage of something hanging between their legs. Anything
that your opponent could grab hold of could be used as a handle to drag you to the mat. Most
female slaves preferred to catfight sissy slaves rather than another female slave. They had a
much higher likelihood of winning against a sissy.
Whether the loser of the catfights was male or female, they would be forced to crawl, still naked,
out of the ring to service the Masters and Mistresses in the crowd for the rest of the night. The
winner would return to stand beside their master or mistress. Rose never lost a catfight, but
always returned to stand next to Master for the rest of the evening or until he commanded her to
do otherwise.
The third category of matches in which female slaves would fight were called "Greased
Gladiators." Male slaves, female slaves and sissy slaves all fought in this category. Sometimes
it was male vs male. Sometimes male vs female. Sometimes female vs female. Normally, a
female slave was not matched against a male unless the female was being punished by her Master
or Mistress or the male's slave Master or Mistress wanted them publicly humiliated by losing
against one of the more powerful female gladiators. For Greased Gladiator matches, sissy slaves
were usually listed as female in the match cards and treated as such.
For this kind of match, both slaves started out naked and greased, thus the name, "Greased
Gladiators." Actually it wasn't grease, but a special, extra slippery kind of thick baby oil. The
rules of the match were simple. The winner of the match was the first one to fuck the loser in the
ass. The "victory fuck" determined the winner. Nothing else mattered. For male slaves, that
meant literally what it said. For female slaves, it involved forcing a butt-plug shaped dildo,
called a "victory stick," into your opponents ass.
Sometimes, a female Greased Gladiator wore a heavy strap-on harnesses to hold her dildo, but
unless they were fighting a sissy slave, that was actually a disadvantage because it tended to give
their opponents something easy to grab hold of. Slaves wearing strap-ons usually lost, so most of
the female Greased Gladiators just carried their victory stick into the ring with them and risked
having it knocked out of their hands during the fight.
Beyond being publicly impaled in the ring by your opponent, there were no public punishments
for the losers. There were also no official rewards for the winner. What happened as the result
of side bets between the slaves, or what happened in private afterwards was totally up to the
Master or Mistress.
Rose lost several of her first matches as a Greased Gladiator. It was a special kind of fighting
and time after time she ended up face down on the mat with a victory stick firmly imbedded in
her ass. Once her opponent even managed to "victory fuck" her while she was standing face to
face grappling with her opponent. Obviously there was more than strength and wrestling skill
needed to win.
As Rose continued to lose, Master's punishments became more intense, but at the same time so
did her training. Master hired a coach to teach Rose how to see or to sense a person's weakness
and to use that weakness to defeat them. Rose soon came to realize that it was strategy as much
as strength or skill that determined the winner. You could be fastest or strongest or whatever, but
if you opponent knew how to maneuver you so that they could get to your ass, you ended up a
victory-fucked loser with the handle of a victory stick protruding from between your ass cheeks.
Rose's first win as a Greased Gladiator was against a very busty blond who was more than past
her prime. Rose paused for only a moment to evaluate the situation and them dropped her
victory stick to the mat and immediately lunged for the blond's huge sagging udders. With one
floppy tit gripped tightly in each hand, Rose quickly pulled her opponent to the ground. The
blonde hit hard and the impact with the floor momentarily knocked the wind out of her. Before
she could recover, Rose dropped across her back, grabbed her victory stick from the mat where
she had left it, and with one powerful thrust drove it home.
The crowd was chanting, "Rose, Rose, Rose" as she climbed out of the ring and stood next to
Master. Master leaned over to her and said quietly in her ear, "Good job, Rose, but pride does
not befit a slave." The smile left Rose's face and she stood quietly beside Master for the rest of
the evening.
Her second winning match had been against a sissy slave. "This is just too easy," thought Rose
as she bounced easily away from the clumsy young man. Then as he lunged forward trying to
grab her hair, she ducked beneath his arms, grabbed his dangling penis with her free hand and
pulled him toward her while rolling out from under him.
Since he was already leaning forward, he was pulled way off balance and landed solidly on his
chest. As soon as he hit the mat, and before he could roll or recover, Rose pounced upon him
and laying flat upon his back so that he could not escape, drove home the victory stick. Again
the crowd erupted in cheers of "Rose, Rose, Rose," but this time as Rose climbed out of the ring,
she knew to keep her head down like the humble slave she was. She went meekly to stand naked
and glistening at the side of her Master. Any pride in the moment belonged to him, not her.
Rose's third match after she began winning was against a petite oriental girl who had the body -
and the moves - of a dancer. She was lithe and fast and spun away from Rose's every attempt to
catch or hold her. It was pretty obvious that the oriental girl's strategy was to tire Rose out and
then move in for the kill. Rose's intense training, however, kicked in and she noticed that
whenever the girl would spin away from her grasp, her long, straight, black hair would fly in an
arc as she spun. More than that, Rose saw that the girl always spun so that she was moving
away from Rose's closest hand.
Rose tested her observations with a couple of grabs at the girl's waist, then moving in close, she
faked grabbing for the girl's waist while keeping her other hand high and ready. It meant
dropping the victory stick, which was very dangerous with this skilled an opponent, but that
didn't matter. What did matter was that as Rose lunged forward with her left hand, the girl began
to spin away exactly as predicted, and, exactly as planned, she was suddenly pulled off balance
and to the mat as Rose's right hand closed tightly around her flying hair.
Rose immediately leapt upon the fallen girl and held her tightly to the ground while at the same
time trying to retrieve the dildo she had dropped to the mat in order to catch the girl's hair. The
Asian girl squirmed beneath her and managed to turn over so that she was on her back. But to do
so she had to press against the mat with both hands. While she was doing that, her own victory
stick went rolling across the mat out of her reach.
Rose, sensing that the girl beneath her was now basically helpless, spun around so that she was in
what was almost a tight 69 position front to front with the girl while still holding her pinned to
the mat. Rose ignored the cheers from the crowd and the cries of "Eat her pussy before you fuck
her ass!" Instead, Rose concentrated on holding the girl beneath her while stretched out her arms
to reach her own victory stick.
Rose had to slide further down the Asian's body in order to reach her butt-plug dildo and just as
she grabbed it, the Asian girl was able to raise between Rose's legs and slam her face into Rose's
cunt. The Asian girl probably hoped that the pain would cause Rose to slide off her, but it had
the opposite effect and as the girl continued to ram her face into Rose's cunt, Rose began to grunt
and moan with passion, not pain. Sensing this, the Asian stopped slamming her head against
Rose and started lapping vigorously. She knew that Rose was extremely sexually excited from
the fight and she was evidently hoping to drive Rose high enough to distract her with pleasure so
that she could slide free.
Her plan seemed to be working as Rose ground back against the Asian's mouth. Rose seemed to
be losing herself in lust and pleasure. The Asian girl's plan seemed to be working so she
redoubled her efforts. Then, just as Rose's bucking and moaning seemed to reach a peak, the
pinned girl suddenly twisted herself in a quick move designed to turn over and slide out from
under her opponent.
Unfortunately for her, that was exactly what Rose was waiting for. As the Asian dancer began to
turn over on the mat, she exposed her ass for just a moment. Rose drove the victory plug
downward in a coup-de-grace that entered in one swift stroke. The Asian girl had never lost a
match before and judging from the pitch and intensity of her scream as the victory stick entered
her, nothing else had ever entered that opening before either.
The dancer's ear splitting scream drowned out Rose's more guttural, moaning scream as she
collapsed back on top of the girl and shuddered in what was obviously a tremendous orgasm.
Once again the crowd went wild with shouts and applause while Rose shakily climbed from the
ring and attempted to stand quietly next to Master. Though she knew it was wrong, she could not
help smiling broadly to herself as she stood there glistening with baby oil grease, sweat, and her
own pussy juices that were flowing down her thighs.
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END CHAPTER TWO OF FIVE
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