RED SOX: I don’t know what to think...
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Jaimy was not entirely conscious when they plunged her face first into the slop barrel. The splash of cold shocked her awake but her cry for air was drowned by the sludge surrounding her. Jaimy bucked against the strong arms holding her under the thick slime. She struggled because her body demanded the fight for her life but she knew it was futile. The men holding her were too powerful, her own body was too tortured, and the world was too unfair for her to win this battle.
Jaimy was not pulled out until her muscles began to slacken. Once her body was on the brink of unconsciousness, she was hauled back from beneath the slick depths. The chuckling guards carelessly dropped her naked on the frozen ground. She sputtered and choked trying to expel the foul grease sucked into her nose and mouth while she still gasped to drag oxygen into her starved lungs.
“Get her under the arms and dunk the rest of her. Be quick about it. We haven’t got all day,” Ned instructed the mishmash of soldiers and guards standing around them.
Two younger men grabbed her by her wrists and biceps. Their tug simply slipped off her heavily lubricated skin. One cursed while the other wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her up close to his own chest. Jaimy could feel herself sliding out of his clutches but her legs were seized before she could wiggle her way to freedom. The men plopped her in the slop barrel feet first this time.
Ned shoved her head under again but Jaimy managed to squirm out of his hold quite easily. She pulled herself to the surface and tried to climb out of the barrel. Unable to get a firm grip, she could not hoist her body over the side. Ned laughed at her efforts before kicking the barrel over. Jaimy and the contents spilled across the ground.
“Okay, here’s the exercise today,” Ned announced in a loud voice which seemed to echo in the cold air of the stadium. “We’ve got Senator Bullfinch’s and Senator Carver’s teams ready in the visitor’s zone. Our newly greased pig is gonna run from the home team zone to the visitor’s zone. The teams have to catch her and carry her into the home team zone. It’s every man for himself so they’ll be playing against each other as individuals as well as groups.”
“When do we rotate the players?” A soldier in a gray wool overcoat asked.
“After thirty minutes of play.”
“When do we rotate the pig?” Jaimy asked bitterly after getting to her feet.
Ned sneered at her. “They should never have taken that muzzle off you, Cunt.”
Jaimy glared at him but any comment was silenced by one of Sentator Goode’s soldier asking, “When does she get rotated?”
“If she makes it into the visitor’s zone or after six completions to the home team zone.” Ned grinned, “After six completions the team who scored the most gets to gang bang her. In the event of a tie, both teams get to have her.”
“What if none of them get me into the home team zone?” Jaimy asked.
The group of soldiers and guards laughed at her.
Again, Senator Goode’s soldier forced an answer. “What if neither team score?”
“In that unlikely event, you get to hit the showers and have a snooze,” Ned said.
Jaimy shook her head. “That doesn’t sound like an even reward system to me. I think I should get to fuck somebody if I beat the odds.”
The guards and soldiers all laughed. Well, everybody except Jaimy, Ned, and Senator Goode’s soldier.
“Anybody specific you want to go down on?” Senator Goode’s soldier asked.
Before Jaimy could reply, Ned spoke up. “She sucks that huge beast Senator Fitzgibbon owns.”
“Sounds fair enough to me,” Senator Goode’s soldier stated.
“Then let’s get on with it!” Jaimy declared.
Jaimy took her place in the home team zone. She looked down field at the eager faces of the men and women opposing her. They were itching for action. They had been pent up in cages for days on end. This was their chance to blow off steam and exercise stiff muscles.
“And, rape a total stranger,” Jaimy reminded herself.
Jaimy allowed a single shudder to run through her body. Goosebumps rose and quickly settled again. She scanned the edges of the field and noted the cages ringing it. All but two were filled with anxious slaves waiting their turn at limited freedom. The second to last cage from the visitor’s zone, on her left side, held the barbarian. The half blind woman crowded near the bars symbolically closing the distance between her and Jaimy.
A shrill whistle sounded from the sideline. Jaimy broke into a wild run directly toward the surging gang facing her. She knew it was vital to get as far down field as possible before the first contact. She hung to the right and sprinted for all she was worth. Being naked and greased improved her aerodynamics significantly.
“Slight advantage for me,” she thought to herself.
She was past the half yard line when two of the quicker members of the opposing force broke from the pack. They dove for her once they were within striking distance. The younger of the two missed entirely but the other managed to grab and arm. Jaimy easily shook him loose.
“Bitch!”
The man shouted after her but she never looked back. Jaimy started to measure her pace and drifted to the left when the bulk of the other side were within a yard or two of her. The mass of slaves moved like one body and shifted to track her. She darted to the right in a mad dash. The men and women before her tried to follow the move. They bottlenecked into a tight knot and began to fight with each other.
Jaimy used their distraction to make her biggest move. She bolted straight down field avoiding the choke of players still twisting and turning to get over themselves. Several players broke free and charged Jaimy. They were closing on her quickly. She kept her focus and pushed back against the panic rising in her chest.
Jaimy stopped dead in her tracks. Three players skidded by her in unstoppable momentum. One woman managed to confront Jaimy but she was easily pushed aside. Jaimy then sprinted toward the cage directly across from her. Or, more specifically, she ran straight for the woman standing at the bars of the cage. All Jaimy could do now was hope the barbarian would realized what was expected of her.
With mere seconds to spare before Jaimy came to a crashing halt, the barbarian reached out between the bars and cupped her hands. Jaimy’s foot found purchase in the palms and she was launched almost two yards further down field. Jaimy landed and started to slip. She aimed as best as she could and slid rest of the way into the visitor’s zone. Laying sprawled on the cold ground, she panted hard trying to regain her breath.
“You cheating little shit!” Ned emphasized his displeasure with a heavy kick to Jaimy’s ribs.
Jaimy curled into a tight ball gagging on the pain.
“You never, never learn! I’m gonna enjoy teaching you a lesson. You mark my words, Cunt, I’m gonna relish every scream when I skin you alive!” Ned screamed like a lunatic as he continued to kick the prone figure huddled on the ground.
“Sir, Sir, please, Sir, stop!” Senator Goode’s guard maintained his composure as he tried to restrain Ned. “I can’t let you beat the slave. You must stop at once. I insist.”
“Fuck you, Wendell!”
Wendell managed to shove Ned away and stood his ground over Jaimy. “She’s not your property. You have no say in discipline with this one. She’s my concern.”
“Don’t cross me on this, boy!” Ned was seething.
“I wouldn’t think of crossing you, Sir. But, I have my duty to carry out. She belongs to Senator Goode. You have leave to set up practice sessions but I must ensure the safety of the Senator’s possessions.”
Wendell signaled several other guards over to Ned’s elbows. Once he felt it was relatively safe, he knelt to check on Jaimy. His hands were gentle as he helped her to her feet. He gave her a quick look and satisfied himself she was not seriously injured.
“I think you’ve earned yourself that shower and snooze,” he said in hushed tones.
Jaimy shook her head, “I think I’ve earned myself the barbarian.”
Wendell gave a small grin. “Don’t push your luck. Hit the showers. I’ll see that you get back to your cage unmolested. That’s all I can do.”
Jaimy could tell by the set of his jaw there would be no winning this argument. She reluctantly looked over her shoulder at the barbarian. The woman stood clinging to the bars. All Jaimy could offer her was a nod of thanks before she trotted off to the showers.
Jaimy’s skin was bright red and steaming when she emerged from the shower. The soap Wendell gave her removed the grease coating her body but it also seemed to take a layer of skin with it. Still, she was cleaner than she had been in a very long time. Warm and clean, she could only imagine a handful of things which could ruin her mood. Unfortunately, one of those things marched through the open door as Jaimy reached for her pants.
“Hold it right there,” Senator Goode demanded.
Jaimy straightened up and obeyed. The Senator smirked at the instant response.
“Let me see the damage,” the Senator announced.
Jaimy kept her eyes down but knew Senator Fitzgibbon had entered the room. Following him were two soldiers. Jaimy guessed they must be Wendell and Ned.
“Look at the bruising! Is that a boot mark? Turn,” the Senator commanded.
Jaimy did as she was told.
“Slowly, turn slowly!” Senator Goode huffed, “For goodness sake, do I have to spell it out. Not that would do the likes of you much good.”
Ned snorted a laugh but offered no explanation.
“Wait,” Senator Goode demanded when Jaimy’s back was directed toward them. “Blood! She’s bleeding. Her back is torn wide open. Damn it!”
Jaimy slowly clenched and unclenched her hands trying to keep from making a sarcastic comment.
“It’s not too much. Just a little scrap. It’ll heal up.” Fitzgibbon tried to soothe the woman, “Really True, you’re making a bigger deal out of this than it is. Ned was following instructions and letting the slaves stretch. They need to practice a bit or they’ll be slow to start in the games. We don’t want that. It’ll throw the betting lines off.”
“He,” Senator Goode pointed at Ned, “he was told to stretch the creatures! Nobody said anything about beating them.”
“It’s a given!” Ned hissed. “Discipline needs to be enforced with pain.”
“Enforce it on your own property! Mine is tended to by my soldiers. They are more than able to dispense suffering.” Senator Goode was shrill.
Fitzgibbon knew he lost the fight. “Okay, okay, he shouldn’t have hit the slave. I’m sorry. I’ll bust his rank and cut his pay…,”
“Fuck,” Ned cursed more loudly than he intended.
“Shut up!” Fitzgibbon ordered. “Now, True, what else can I do to apologize?”
True giggled and stepped closer to Jaimy. She ran her cold fingers up and down the heavily scarred back. The light exploration became a deep probe of the black and blue skin near Jaimy’s ribs. Jaimy groaned when the finger tips dug in deep.
“This might cost me a win. I think I should get another pick from your stable,” True stated.
“That will leave me two players down,” Fitzgibbon grumbled.
“So what!”
It was quiet for a few heartbeats. True pressured the bruise again making Jaimy whimper in pain.
“Fine! You can take your pick of my stable.”
True held hands with Senator Fitzgibbon as they walked across the playing field. She led Jaimy on a short leash. Jaimy kept her hands at her sides and her eyes down. She wanted to give every outward sign of complete obedience. Not just because she wanted something but because they were being trialed by a handful of edgy guards and soldiers.
“What a rag tag mess!” True exclaimed when they reached the cage holding Fitzgibbon’s slaves.
The man shrugged, “I have to field something. This lot will do.”
“Let me see. How should I pick? Eeny, meeny,? Or, the tallest?”
“Perhaps, the strongest?” Fitzgibbon suggested.
Jaimy spoke up, “Why not just pick the best?”
Ned stepped up to hit the slave but Wendell pulled him back. “Hands off, Sir.”
True turned and glared at Jaimy. “I did not give you permission to speak.”
“Sorry, ma’am. I thought you asked a question. You asked, ‘how should I pick.’ I thought you wanted me to answer ‘cause I know the players. Didn’t know you weren’t asking me. Sorry, again,” Jaimy averted her eyes as she explained.
“Who would you tell me to pick? That hulking beast that fucks like a bitch in heat?” True laughed, “Well, she used to be a randy dog but I think part of her brain got skewered along with her eye. I don’t think she’s even jacked off since that arrow felled her.”
Jaimy held back her fury. “The barbarian survived last First Eve. You saw her save my ass this morning. No planning. No strategy. She’s all instinct for the game. Ain’t none better that I know.”
“What about the Captain?” True challenged.
Jaimy tried to appear indifferent. “He don’t fight. He directs. You got Orr for directing.”
“And, it would be an added bonus for you, wouldn’t it? You’d be spending every moment off the field on your knees lapping up the barbarian’s juices again,” True sounded bitterly jealous.
Jaimy nodded. “Sure, I like to fuck her. It’ll give me something to fight harder for, won’t it?”
“It will at that,” True agreed. “More than you bargained for, I’ll wager.”