The Society Pt4- The Prussian Horse

**johnsmith2007** · January 29th, 2010, 09:28 AM

The Society Pt4- The Prussian Horse

Warning of death, brutality, mutilation etc etc

Luckily for Gregg, as his forst duel had now been sanctioned for a? Principle and Second? contest and been put back to a larger gathering of the Society this had given him more time to train. However he still had made no decision on who was going to be his partner in death. A worrying week after the meeting of the young beauties, Gregg and Cox were dancing under the invigorating powerful jet of hot water in the showers after another hard session. This time Mr Cox had got him a Jamaican kick boxer, and his sides were even sorer than before, but he had been allowed to rape her before killing her, so he had got a lot more enjoyment out of the fight. They had fought with head guards and cobra gloves but otherwise naked, and it was his first experience of a foe that was as quick and big as he was, and God had she screamed when he had bitten out her clit. He gasped in pain as the old man gave him a hard nudge in his bruised ribs and nodded across to the ladies shower area. If you wanted too you could shower in semi privacy, but also if you did not care who saw you the end showers in both the female and male sections were in full view of each other. Massaging her chubby chocolate body in the spray only ten foot away was Mrs Gupta head of the European Exchange department.

Gregg noted the various well concealed scars on her body and the signs of breaks and plastic surgery. Only six months ago she had put the previous head of Euro Ex into a coma by crushing his skull, and therefore been promoted from the status of Full Member to that of Fellow. The late forties Queen of the Exchange department was a five foot five heavy weight bubbly ball of sexual deviance, chubby in all the best places, just on the right side of being called voluptuous as opposed to fat. Her outstanding features were her brown beach ball 44 inch breasts, topped with dark black areolas and thick inch long fat charcoal teats that had been remodelled and replaced enumerable times. Her plush ass sat atop firm tree trunk legs and her enormous cunt lips and clit were barely concealed in a trim vee of jet black wiry cunt hair. She wore her tinted chestnut hair straight to her shoulders, pulled behind her ears to show off dangling gold diamond encrusted earrings. As she stroked herself in the jet of water matching jewellery glittered from both her nose, pierced nipples, belly button, and tantalizingly from between the folds of her velvety clit hood.

She had the rep for an extreme pain freak, having once gone on to kill the senior director of a major Swiss trading house, having had both nipples chewed and gouged off and her quivering clit thrown into the crowd by the Bull, before she had removed his scrotum and tool in recompense, and then left him nose, eye and tong less to bleed out in the sand of the Basel arena of the Society, not pleasing the home crowd one bit. A Bollywood actress had had a serious car accident a week later to donate the replacements so Mrs Gupta could enjoy life again after her near fatal brush with death, and the Swiss Bull?s sex was now proudly stuffed and mounted in the display cabinet to the right of Mrs Gupta?s office on the Executive floor of the Banks new building in Canary Wharf. The victory had sealed her rise up the ladder of promotion within the Bank to the Board level, taking her place as a Fellow of the Society, and thus able to sit on the Duelling Committee. She had only one more step to take to become Commissioner and member of the Societies ruling council.

However Gregg had notice that every time in the last month or so when he had shown up at the Gym, the early fifties matriarch had been around as well, often showing off her ripe mature charms, and he was sure it was not his imagination, also seeming to give him long appraising looks from below her long eyelashes. ?I owe that to her,? said Mr Cox under his breath, washing his scrotum so Gregory could see the scars around the crinkled sack, and then added with a sigh, ?both my seedpods are false. She chewed both of them off ten years ago so as to rise from ?Member Elect? to become a voting ?Full Member?. But she did let me live, and only enslaved me for five years. No hard feelings, she needed the extra level to advance her career, and frankly I already had kids and grandkids by then. Lovely lady Mrs Gupta, real aristocrat, will do anything for one of her toyboys, or so they tell me, and she loves ruining upstart bitches like Ms Lincoln, ? Cox then gave him an evil grin. ?And she?s also the head of the section that American sow has slandered?? Gregg didn?t think twice; he wanted Mrs Gupta in his corner for the duel, and he was pretty sure she wanted him anywhere she could have him.

So with the decision made and with Mr Cox as Cupid he set about wooing the busty big framed Asian Queen. His lunch times suddenly became more of a work out than the regular visits to the Gym, with Gregg taking the Bengali women in every orifice and writing knew chapters in the Karma Sutra dairy that the rotund Asian kept, penus leather bound, on her personal desk to keep her string of young studs on their toes. Gregg realised he was near enough her ideal type, lightly tanned, clean shaven, jet black short wavy hair, six foot two, a slim lean muscled swimmers build, and with a thick ten inches of beef between his legs and an athleticism and stamina to use it anyway she wished. He knew he had a least three rivals for her affections, not counting Mr Gupta, one at least of whom was female, Lorraine a diminutive but hard muscled blonde from Personnel, but being her newest toy meant he was a novelty, and when he mentioned the idea of being his ?Second? against the Panther she giggled like a schoolgirl, and then to his surprise laughed so loudly that Gregg was worried that somehow he had offended her.

?You naughty, naughty boy, you really are clueless aren?t you. Yes of course, but only if I get to fuck her carcass afterwards,? she had purred while he continued with his pounding of her ass, as he pinned the mature vixen?s curvy naked body across the reinforced glass window of her twentieth floor private office for anyone in the ?Gherkin? building to see. But with a sly smile she had then added, ?but you can also do something for me.? There was, explained the Indian matron, one flaw in the plan, Mrs Gupta had been challenged by another Fellow, Mrs Chow from the Far Eastern section, over some discourtesy shown while Mrs Chow had been riding Mrs Gupta?s husband in his office after a late night board meeting. Mrs Gupta had just dismounted from the Chinese women?s own muscled Bull of a husband, and gone across to the other office where she knew her own hubby would be busy. Mr Gupta had, while cleaning his cock on the oriental sluts long straight raven hair, made a remark about his daughter being able to out fuck anyone he knew, and that she was the only female, present company excluded, who could satisfy him fully.

Harsh words were exchanged between the mothers, and the Chinese bitch had quickly agreed to settle the matter in the Duelling Room, but as neither really regarded the insults as of any particular merit, and the families were actually close allies against other factions in the firm, they had looked at the ?Fight Catalogue? to find a particular trial of strength that fitted the occasion, and would also allow their respective daughters to take the staring role as well. Both the young Cats were Associates, having already made there first kill?s and Ms Gupta already had a slave to her credit, while Ms Chow seemed to be following more in the footsteps of her father, who in the firm was know as the butcher of Kowloon, due to his very full trophy cabinet, and his vow never to take a slave in an affaire of honour, as that was ?not the Chinese way of doing business.? Mrs Gupta had after explaining the background to the fight as they drove across London in her Jag led him via some concealed stairs down to one of the very oldest parts of the original Bank building. Having signed in with one of the Porters they had been ushered into a separate room where old books and records of the Society were kept, but pride of place was a large book set on its own table.

Gregg had only heard rumours of the ancient tome that was ?Ye Catolguee of Styles and Equipage allowed for the Settling Disputes, whether of personnel, monies, religious, or of honour, in the Duelling Room of the Society.? The strange texture of the Fight Catalogue?s leather cover made Gregg cringe, by tradition it was always freshly bound every year from the carcass of a defeated Fellow. The present leather had only been on for six months, and Gregg could not help a tingle of excitement realizing that Mrs Gupta, who had fondled the binding earlier before handing it over to him, had intimately fondled its previous owner before killing him. The hide belonged to the bronze tanned veteran bull of Exchange, the Indian women?s devoted lover, and then victim, as he stood in her way to the top, Mr Williams, the old head of Exchange. The Indian women laughed when she spotted his expression.
?Mrs Chow chose a ride on the ?Prussian Horse? as the method of settling our family dispute. So my daughter and I need a big fast muscled hunk like you to help us win.?

A week later and Gregg was listening to the cheers of the mob as the large doors to the entrance to the arena creaked open. Zena Gupta was the most notorious tease and boyfriend stealer in Marketing and if was not for her fearsome reputation as a fighter would have received many more slaps and challenges than she did. She had a flawless light brown skin and a picture perfect Bollywood face set off with dark almond eyes and auburn tinted hair, a real icon for plastic surgery and cosmetics considering the amount of injuries she had sustained in her short fighting career at the Bank. Sauntering oiled and naked onto the sand, leading an equally nude Gregg behind her on a chain she was waiving and blowing kisses to the crowd. From the opposite archway Yu Yu Chow was also making her entrance, glistening under the bare flames of the basements torches, leading her ?Slave? by a similar chain to Greggs, while in the centre of the arena waited the two ?Mistresses of Ceremonies? for the fight, the two argumentative but proud mothers, and in the middle of the sand stood the ?The Prussian Horse?, the tall torture device that the younger felines would be competing on.

**johnsmith2007** · January 29th, 2010, 09:31 AM

?It were the Prussian King Fredie who got mad Georges wife to allow it in the Society. He wanted, so the story goes, to see which of his two Dutch mistresses would outlast the other, and as he was in London at the time, asked to use it in the Duelling Room. Well the Society loved it of course. Perfect way to settle a fight that isn?t a debt of honour,? with a sigh he added, ?, but not used much these days as most of the silly bitches just want to mutilate each other. Of course in the men?s version, which in Prussia was the original, the loser always lost his balls as a matter of principle.? Gregg noted Mr Cox gave an involuntary wince, reminded of his own situation. A day before the fight the old Chief Teller had shown him the Mahogany wooden frame, standing six foot high and four foot long, sides slopping up from its three foot base to a point only an inch across at the top. While it was being checked out in the storage area of the lower basement Gregg was struck by the simplicity of the Horse, but had also found his attention wandering to the various other implements, weapons, tools etc that were stored in this specialist area. He had had to keep his mind focused on the job in hand, resisting the temptation to wander down the corridors asking Cox what this one or that one did.

?Your fighter sits across the sharp beam at the top, legs strapped in place either side,? The old man pointed at the Horse to indicate his points. ?And as you see the straps are attached to a sliding frame, pulling down your legs will force the legs of the other fighter down as well.? They then walked to the rear of the Horse, ?and this is where you will be doing you work my old son.? Stepping into the narrow triangle under the wood Gregg could see directly above him a long slit cut through the beam the fighters would sit across. Now as he was chained up naked under the frame as the yells of the watching crowd echoed in the small space, and nearly nose to nose with the blonde guy who was Ms Chow?s slave for the fight, he understood only too well that his meat would, as it were, be the weapon in this fight between the two little vixens. As the girls were strapped into the contraption above him he tried to stare down the other naked stud, but with little success. Yu Yu was a near carbon copy of her foe, both young ladies going in for slim athletic sculptured naked feline bodies, no over the top steroid muscles, and from his vantage point directly below their clean shaven gymnasts groins their ass?s and cunt?s glistened and shone with excitement. Though obviously having seen heavy use and abuse, they did not yet sport the monster Dyke clits he had seen on some of the older society women, like their mothers, but they were obviously very well used to ?rough sex?, but that was certainly not going to be anything like so extreme as the sex fight they were about to take part in.

As Zena?s slave, he was positioned right beneath the gorgeous Chinese kitten?e assets, with Mrs Gupta as his ?Overseer?, while the blond male with Mrs Chow was stationed directly under the sex and shitter of the hot Indian babe. As the crowd stilled and the little bitches cursed and swore at each other, making disparaging remarks about each others flawless naked bodies, the two older cats produced large flasks of a nauseous mixture and liberally poured it down the throats of the two nude studs. Gregg?s balls burned, his meat suddenly erupted to flagpole erectness and seemed to thicken, and then as the white hanky slowly subsided onto the sand Mrs Gupta cracked a horse switch across his naked rump and in one fluid move his now over extended sex gouged and penetrated the cunt of the young Oriental female in one upward gutting motion. Yu Yu screamed, but then fought back, trying to grip his tool as Mrs Gupta urged his drug induced mind to fuck and fuck harder. The full effects of the drugs took some time to wear off and it was much later that Gregg started to really become aware of what was going on. By that time he had split the young vixen?s lips wide open and she was bleeding and screaming above him while still trying to ride his cock down, her clit ripped sore and bloody from his plunging. Then suddenly her screams turned into whines and she started to cum as he ploughed on. Yu Yu flopped about on his pole, nearly out of it, as she tried to recover from the rape, but then nature took over and he shot a missive load deep inside her, but the effects of the drugs kept him going, and it was not until he had filled her up again that he started to blow and gurgle for air, and nearly passed out with exhaustion.

The sweet was pouring off Gregg and his naked body was now liberally coated in the blood and jizz of the Chinese girl as under the urging of the Indian matriarch he set to work for the third time, redirected by the old bitch to ream into the small women?s ass, and unload another full pack of his sperm, but this time into her shitter. Gregg was slowly become aware of how the fight was progressing; as Yu Yu wriggled above him Zena still had pinned both their legs tight to the boards allowing him deep penetration with the rough rubbed cock gouge her mother had selected for the Scottish stud to use on the Chinese girl, but similarly exposing herself to deep penetration from Yu Yu?s own slave male. He could hear the small bitch screaming and cursing her foe who would not relent and allow them off of the torturing male members that were actively stabbing into them. Gregg realised half of the screams and wails were actually coming from the chocolate beauty as his fellow slave raped and penetrated Zena under the skilled direction of the Chinese mother. The frame was rocking as the blond stallion grunting with exertion, and occasionally screaming in his own frustration, hammering at the young Bengali?s cunt to bring her to climax, and force her to give up her hold that pinned both young females to the Horse. So far Ms Gupta had ridden the blond slaves cock, and not climaxed once, as she forced the legs of the two riders down and wide onto the rasping implements of the raping studs.

Then at last with a wail the Indian babe came, writhing and screaming at the pain and pleasure and her mother started to shout curses and threats at her daughter, for letting her down in front of her friends. With a whimper YuYu slipped off Greggs cock and weeping tried to recover herself while her opponent slumped down exhausted and then with an even louder wail of despair received the jizz covered blond?s cock back into her ass in one athletic thrust. Gregg could hear the laughter and mocking tones of Mrs Chow as she catcalled at the other mother while Gregg tried a couple of thrusts and found that the Oriental kitten was just a half inch out of penetration range. Then Mrs Gupta took him in hand again, her experienced fingers poking into his ass with one hand, stroking his scrotum while slipping off the rough gouging sheath with the other. She climbed up and bent her head low into his groin and started to kiss and lick at his balls before slipping on a longer sandpaper smooth sheath. A large gulp from the red flask full of the bitter tasting herb and spices sent his head reeling again, while his heart thundered in his ears and his tool hardened even further and became the long poker that Mrs Gupta obviously desired for her next planned assault on the young Chinese babe.

The big women pushed Gregg back up near the still sobbing Oriental cutie?s ravaged sex and then taking her stroking and encouraging fingers out of his ass, pulled her hand back and plunged near her whole fist inside of his body. Gregg screamed and heaved up wards, striking right into the sopping slit of Yu Yu who bellowed in pain and started to hyperventilate in one near continuous scream of pain and pleasure as she writhed impaled on the enormous sandpaper cover weapon, and as if to add to her troubles, at that very moment after a shouted command from her mother Zena finally recovered, and with a curse for the male sexually assaulting her, spread her own battered sex wide and lunged downwards too, eliciting another long scream from the Chinese girl as well as a yell from the blonde Stagg whose cock had been taken by force and bent sideways from the cunt twisting bitch?s downward thrust. Gregg was now pounding away in a delirium of lust and agony as the drug worked it?s way through his system and the Chinese babe wailed and tried to fight back with her cunt lips to stop his massive penetration, and also twist and grip is tool so as deflect his rape. Zena was now also screaming and cursing, switching between Hindi and English as the blond now had sunk his meat hard into her ass and under the orders of Mrs Chow was raping and tearing at her ass with a rough reamer similar to the one Gregg had used earlier. The Oriental mother had been forced to change tactics and switch at about the same time as Mrs Gupta, choosing to go for an ass rupture instead of the Bengali kitten?s cunt meat which had passed the sexual endurance test with flying colours, proving her reputation as a girl with cunt lips of steel and a clit of iron.

As the drugs immediate effect wore off Gregg was conscious of the experienced hand of the older cow working on his sphincter, helping him keep up the rhythm while a fresh load of jizz started to flow from YuYu as she panted and tried to take the rocking fucking rhythm without succumbing to a ruining third orgasm. Mrs Gupta?s tactics seemed to be working but then Greg became aware of the repetitive screaming coming in response to the thrusts of the blond male, and though he still had good hard penetration he realised it was not Zena holding YuYu down to be reamed, but the Oriental kitten who was holding the Asian babe in place so that the blond stag could penetrate her bowels. Late in the fight Mrs Chow had finally found Zena?s weakness, her ass was the Chinese assassin?s target. Blood was hissing and spurting from the shitter of the chocolate cat, and she was waling uncontrollably, but luckily for her when her defeat seemed inevitable the blond slave with a gurgle and groan erupted with an enormous gush of cum in her ass and then near fainted into Mrs Chows arms as she tried to force some of the drugs down his throat to revive him.

Zena sat up on the Horse, the limp tool of the male still inside her, and her tear stained face split into a wide smile across at the shocked face of the pretty Chinese girl. Both naked girl?s sat high on the Prussian Horse were covered and drenched in sweat, and the sides of the wood where they sat was slick with blood, cum and jizz from their repeated rapes, but one beauty now held her head high in victory, while the other could only snarl her defiance in defeat as she awaited her fate. Zena reached across the divide between the suffering foes and gave her opponent a conciliatory hug as the Chinese girl started to sob and whimper in despair. Gregg however was oblivious to the goings on above him as the Bengali matron had forced a massive dose of the fuck drug from the flask down his throat, draining the old contained dry. His heart erupted into a manic drum beat, and he actually felt the sandpaper sheath split as his tool engorged. Mrs Gupta pulled him back and aligned him like the stud he was, and then gave his ass a two handed slash with her riding crop. The last thing he remembered of the duel was the incredibly high pitched wail that YuYu emitted as he burst her sex open and unloaded deep into her guts a full package of his creamy white and blood specked sperm.

John,

Hoped you liked that bit of twist combat.