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proud of her.
His smile. A slight nod in her direction. Of respect. Pride that she fought for him.
“I am Spartacus!” she yelled to the heavens.
“Spar-ta-cus! Spar-ta-cus!” the crowd chanted all around her.
“Miss?”
Boomer stopped spinning her, and it took her a second to focus on the woman smiling up at them. It was her slave, Meghan. The woman who’d undressed her for the crowd at the beginning of the match.
“I’ve brought what you told me to when you won.” The bag with her clothes hung over her shoulder, but she held up a strap-on with a good-sized dildo attached to it, a bottle of lube and her Gladi-Raper shoes.
“Hell yes,” Boomer answered for her as he lowered KC to her feet. Before she could reach for her new weapons of choice, Boomer grabbed her hands and unwrapped the tape protecting her knuckles. “Trust me. You’ll thank me later. You’re gonna want to feel every inch of this victory, if you know what I mean.”
“Fuck,” she growled, glancing over her shoulder at the other woman.
The Torturer stood mouthing off to her trainers, looking more than a little pissed off. There was pacing and hand gesturing as she bitched to the two men glaring at her.
KC had done her homework on the other woman.
She never lost. A few times when she first started fighting a few years before. But not recently. Not in more than a year and a half.
Until now.
Taking away her winning streak made KC’s pussy wet. KC could only imagine how the other woman felt.
No worries.
KC was about to take and redirect her attention to something quite…different.
Chapter Six
“Meghan?” KC turned her attention back to her attendant, who was dressed as a slave from Roman times. Small in stature suited her bare-breasted attire.
“Yes, Miss?” Her simple straight skirt hung nearly to the floor with slits almost all the way up to her waist. Metal cuffs at her wrists with a matching metal collar were so hot. Dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail, along with simple makeup, highlighted her nubile persona. But the attire didn’t look like a costume. She truly fit the role. Her gaze kept cutting to Boomer and a blush tinged her chest.
“Put my shoes on me, please. And the strap-on. Then the rest of my Gladi-Raper gear. But you can keep the lube. That girl’s about to learn exactly what happens when she’s beaten by a Raper.”
Meghan’s eyes expanded, and a wistful look flitted across her face. “Would you like me to remove your underclothes now or after I get your shoes on?” The girl glanced at her tits and her cloth-covered pussy, licking her bottom lip before she looked back up for the answer.
“Before.” KC pulled her sports bra over her head, and Meghan needed no additional encouragement to hit her knees, drop all of KC’s gear, and draw her boy shorts down her legs.
“Oh, fuck,” Boomer cursed. “I’m getting out of the ring now, or I’m going to get in huge fucking trouble. Enjoy yourself out there.” He kissed KC on the cheek and whispered into her ear. “Cause everyone else in the stadium has eyes for no one but you. Including a certain owner, pacing at the edge of the Cage.”
KC glanced Creed’s way from beneath her lashes, and her pussy spasmed at the sight of him pacing. Like an animal. Fuck.
“And he said to take your time. You’ve earned it.”
“Thanks, Boomer. For everything.”
With a wink he turned to leave.
“Boomer? Can I ask a favor?”
He looked down her body, not even trying to hide his interest. “Anything in that get up. Or lack thereof.”
“Will you stay, but in the corner.” She nodded toward the one she preferred. “I’m going to need help with something in a minute.”
With nothing else spoken, he backed into the corner, crossed his arms and waited.
No questions.
Turning her attention back to her slave, she nodded for her to continue.
With a hand on her calf, Meghan drew one of KC’s shoes from the bag. She slipped it on,
His smile. A slight nod in her direction. Of respect. Pride that she fought for him.
“I am Spartacus!” she yelled to the heavens.
“Spar-ta-cus! Spar-ta-cus!” the crowd chanted all around her.
“Miss?”
Boomer stopped spinning her, and it took her a second to focus on the woman smiling up at them. It was her slave, Meghan. The woman who’d undressed her for the crowd at the beginning of the match.
“I’ve brought what you told me to when you won.” The bag with her clothes hung over her shoulder, but she held up a strap-on with a good-sized dildo attached to it, a bottle of lube and her Gladi-Raper shoes.
“Hell yes,” Boomer answered for her as he lowered KC to her feet. Before she could reach for her new weapons of choice, Boomer grabbed her hands and unwrapped the tape protecting her knuckles. “Trust me. You’ll thank me later. You’re gonna want to feel every inch of this victory, if you know what I mean.”
“Fuck,” she growled, glancing over her shoulder at the other woman.
The Torturer stood mouthing off to her trainers, looking more than a little pissed off. There was pacing and hand gesturing as she bitched to the two men glaring at her.
KC had done her homework on the other woman.
She never lost. A few times when she first started fighting a few years before. But not recently. Not in more than a year and a half.
Until now.
Taking away her winning streak made KC’s pussy wet. KC could only imagine how the other woman felt.
No worries.
KC was about to take and redirect her attention to something quite…different.
Chapter Six
“Meghan?” KC turned her attention back to her attendant, who was dressed as a slave from Roman times. Small in stature suited her bare-breasted attire.
“Yes, Miss?” Her simple straight skirt hung nearly to the floor with slits almost all the way up to her waist. Metal cuffs at her wrists with a matching metal collar were so hot. Dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail, along with simple makeup, highlighted her nubile persona. But the attire didn’t look like a costume. She truly fit the role. Her gaze kept cutting to Boomer and a blush tinged her chest.
“Put my shoes on me, please. And the strap-on. Then the rest of my Gladi-Raper gear. But you can keep the lube. That girl’s about to learn exactly what happens when she’s beaten by a Raper.”
Meghan’s eyes expanded, and a wistful look flitted across her face. “Would you like me to remove your underclothes now or after I get your shoes on?” The girl glanced at her tits and her cloth-covered pussy, licking her bottom lip before she looked back up for the answer.
“Before.” KC pulled her sports bra over her head, and Meghan needed no additional encouragement to hit her knees, drop all of KC’s gear, and draw her boy shorts down her legs.
“Oh, fuck,” Boomer cursed. “I’m getting out of the ring now, or I’m going to get in huge fucking trouble. Enjoy yourself out there.” He kissed KC on the cheek and whispered into her ear. “Cause everyone else in the stadium has eyes for no one but you. Including a certain owner, pacing at the edge of the Cage.”
KC glanced Creed’s way from beneath her lashes, and her pussy spasmed at the sight of him pacing. Like an animal. Fuck.
“And he said to take your time. You’ve earned it.”
“Thanks, Boomer. For everything.”
With a wink he turned to leave.
“Boomer? Can I ask a favor?”
He looked down her body, not even trying to hide his interest. “Anything in that get up. Or lack thereof.”
“Will you stay, but in the corner.” She nodded toward the one she preferred. “I’m going to need help with something in a minute.”
With nothing else spoken, he backed into the corner, crossed his arms and waited.
No questions.
Turning her attention back to her slave, she nodded for her to continue.
With a hand on her calf, Meghan drew one of KC’s shoes from the bag. She slipped it on,
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