SLAVE BATTLE

Namini was determined.

She had waited for this moment for nearly a year, and now reached the status most slaves covet: the chance to vie for "Queen's Slave." One girl, and only one, per year, would win the privilege of serving Queen Anira, the beauty who ruled the province. No more sleeping in cramped quarters with five other slave girls. No more tepid, tasteless meals. No whippings. The Queen's slave-girl lived in the Queen's quarters, sleeping at the foot of her bed. She ate well, could take regular baths, could wear more than the tiny loin flaps the other girls wore, and had the privilege of being Anira's personal attendant. All she had to do in return was to please the Queen any way the Queen wanted to be pleased. It was an easy trade.

To win such a privilege, though, she must win a fighting tournament and beat out the other three girls the Queen had chosen to battle for the spot. It was a celebrated ritual, a trial every girl who had just turned eighteen, as Namini and her opponent had, wished they could be chosen for. Now all the Queen's court and much of the Royal staff surrounded the ten foot square hard sand pit in the middle of the palace courtyard. The Queen lounged, eating grapes quietly and waiting for the match to start.

Namini's breasts jutted straight out from her perfect 5'10 inch body, nipples hard in excitement, and many stared and whispered as she stood there. She stretched and loosened up, her body bare except for the two white five-inch long rectangles of fabric hanging loosely from a waist string, over her pubic area, the other in back, dangling over the middle of her buttocks. Her long auburn hair danced gently in a light breeze, as she eyed her opponent.

Yulla, a dark haired beauty with deep blue eyes, stepped into the opposite corner, wearing the identical slave waist garment, uncovered her smallish breasts and stooped to take a drink that the match attendant offered. Her skin was fair and unblemished, and she had obviously behaved well enough to avoid the occasional whippings that were doled out. Of course, certain slaves as beautiful as her could trade their services to the guards for leniency as well.

Namini sneered at her. The winner had to successfully carry the other girls' waist garment to the Queen. To do that without being stopped, the other girl obviously had to be incapacitated. There were no rules, and Namini did not plan on showing any mercy.

Finally, the Queen grew impatient. She clapped her hands and called out, "Start the fight!"

Namini and Yulla circled each other in a slight crouch. Namini went immediately for the element of surprise, and swiftly reached out and clamped her hand onto one of Yulla's breast. The slighter girl yelped, and tried to wrench her opponents hand free, and Namini did let go, but pushed upward when she did, slamming her balled up hand into the bottom of Yulla's chin. The brunette stumbled backward, but quickly regained her footing, and, to Namini's surprise, came charging at her. When she closed, Yulla ducked down and tackled Namini around the waist, sending both women sprawling to the hard-packed, tan colored dirt.

Namini rolled and grabbed Yulla around the head, holding her against her tummy, while the suddenly-trapped brunette slave reached under Namini and wriggled one hand under her ass. Namini was trying to crush the other girls head in her armlock, and Yulla moaned with effort to get free as Namini swung one leg over Yulla's waist, scissoring her. Yulla flailed to get free, her face plastered against Namini's firm young tummy. Seeing no way to break free, Yulla manuevered her hand into Namini's ass crack, and quickly, before the bigger, stronger girl could predict the next move, pushed her middle finger into Namini's anus. Namini threw her head back and let out a cry as Yulla worked the finger deep, twisting and ramming it in and out of the other girl's puckered hole until Namini loosened her grip.

Yulla pulled away, her finger popping out of the voluptous slave girl, and scrambled to her feet. Namini's eyes were blazing with rage as she stalked Yulla. She feigned a punch to the stomach and got the reaction she wanted: Yulla dropped her hands low and Namini seized a fistful of dark, silky hair and yanked downward. Yulla cried out and strained, trying to pull away, but she was slowly being lowered, and Namini hastened the process by sending a vicious kick up between the other girl's legs when an opening appeared. Her foot struck Yulla's pussy with a thud, with such force that it pushed the thin fabric up into her lips just enough to make it stick there. Yulla shrieked and toppled over, clutching her wounded womanhood. Namini, her teeth clenched, shot her foot up again, this time catching the kneeling slave girl in the tit, sending her flying backward. Yulla sprawled onto her back, the flap coming out of her pussy in the and laying up on her belly, exposing her sex to all. Sh e started to turn over and try and stand up, but Namini was fueled with revenge for the finger-fucking she took in the ass, and she pounced on Yulla's frame, mashing her body down onto the fair-skinned girl. Yulla gasped as the air left her, and Namini pushed Yulla's legs apart with her own. With savage pumping thrusts of her hips, Namini humped Yulla's crotch, pounding her pussy into the brunette's, which was still aching from the kick. Yells of encouragement were coming from the crowd now, and many glanced over at Queen Anira and saw her squirm in her seat, a delighted smile on her face.

Yulla made desperate attempts to push Namini off, but Namini, too strong for her, gripped her weakened opponents wrists and held them down while she punished the girl with her relentless humping. As Yulla panted in pain, Namini clamped her mouth onto Yulla's lower lip, and took the lip in her teeth, stretching it out and threatening to tear it from her captive's mouth. Yulla screeched loudly as she watched the other woman devestate her, and fear coursed through her at the thought of her lip being bitten off.

Namini let go of the lip and then straightened up. She slapped Yulla hard, several times, causing her eyes to blur with tears, and then she punched the milky breasts below her with roundhouse swings of both fists. Yulla writhed and moaned under the beautiful fighter, her body delirious with pain and panic.

Namini, with cat-like quickness, got up and reversed her position, kneeling over Yulla, straddling her face as she reached forward and gripped some of the brunette's pussy hairs.

"Noooooo.." Yulla wailed, but her protest was silenced as Namini lowered her humid crotch down onto Yulla's face, the flaps covering her face and hair. As Namini tore a handful of pubic hairs from Yulla, the dark-haired girls screams of pain were muffled gasps as her mouth was smothered by Namini's cunt. Namini rode the other girl's face for a few moments, savoring the moment, throwing her head back in ecstasy, but she knew she was not to disrespect the Queen by taking her prize until the Queen granted it, so she got up, leaving Yulla rolling slowly and gasping for breath.

She let Yulla go to her hands and knees, and saw her trembling. Just as the girl made a move to stand, Namini kicked her in the side.

"UGGHH!" Yulla grunted, collapsing to the ground. She knelt next to the stricken girl and grabbed her hair, then pounded the brunette's head into the hard packed sand. After a flurry of these head bangings, she let go and watched Yulla lay there, drool dripping from her mouth and darkening a spot in the dirt.

Namini smiled, and pushed the girl over onto her stomach. Yulla's movements were in a drunken slow-motion, her body was too wracked with pain and abuse to respond and fight back. Yulla's legs could only bend and cycle pitifully as Namini hooked her fingers into the waist string and pulled the slave garment down over her shapely hips and down her legs.

Namini pulled the garment all the way off, then stood, and stomped her foot twice, three times, four times into Yulla's lower back. The naked girl shuddered and let out an agonized croak, and urine spilled from between her open legs as her body quivered from the savage beating. Everyone watched as Namini stood over Yulla, her skin glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving. Her complete dominance and savage destruction of the pretty slave left the spectators in awe. She looked down at Yulla, as if the dark-haired girl were her freshly caught and devoured prey.

Namini spit on the Yulla's back, and walked slowly to the Queen, where she knelt, head bowed. Namini held the loser's slave-garment out with both hands.

"For you, My Queen," Namini said.

Queen Anira beamed, and took the garment, then stroked Namini's head. "You have done well, slave. You earned the privilege to serve me now."

Namini suppressed her smile, and kept her head bowed. "Thank you, Queen Anira."

The Queen glanced over at the nearly crippled body of the beautiful slave Yulla. She lifted Namini's face up by the chin and smiled at her. "You may take her now, Namini."

"Oh, thank you, my Queen!" Namini whispered.

Namini returned to the pit, and stood over Yulla. She put her foot against Yulla's hip and shoved her over onto her back. Yulla groaned softly, barely moving. Then, Namini pushed her own garment aside, and mounted Yulla's beaten, milky body, her legs wide, her damp pussy pushed snugly against Yulla's. She rode her, grinding her sex against the beaten girl, rubbing her clit against the soft contours of Yulla's mound, thigh, and vulva. Yulla turned her head to the side, eyes shut tightly as the other girl took her in front of crowd, which watched with excited murmurs as Namini completed her mastery of Yulla's body. Finally, the sensations overwhelming her, Namini's body arched and tensed, and she squealed with pleasure, her auburn hair tossing as her body spasmed with joy. She lay there on Yulla for a couple of minutes, her juices leaking onto her beaten foe's skin, sopping what was left of her pubis. Then she climbed off the girl and raised her hands in victory as the crowd l auded her.

Namini returned to her Queen as two other slaves dragged the listless Yulla from the pit and began to wash her. She had won the coveted status that every slave girl longed for, and she knelt before her Queen, her eyes dancing with anticipation of her first night in the Queen's chambers.