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Post The Rayland Slave Tournament

Hey all! I have been reading stories here for a little while and finally decided to get off my lazy ass and write my own. It is my first story so feedback is very much welcome!

If you have ideas for future instalments, I am always open to suggestions but do have a plan for where I want to take this long term. My intention is have a few parts along an overarching plot while centering around different styles of fights the have both male and female victors. This one sets a lot of the stage for it all resulting in the the fight being a bit brief.


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The sound of gears creaking woke James as the platform he was lying on began to shift. He had been isolated in dark silence for so long that he forgot there were other things around him capable of making noise. The platform moved upwards towards an unknown destination. James looked up into the black waiting to see what awaited him at the top. After a few seconds of gears grinding, a slit of light peered through the ceiling, slowly opening wider until the light blinded him completely. His cage rose through the surface and came to a jolting halt once he was level with the ground.

As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, James began to take in the scene around him - he was in an arena of some kind, a sandy oval surrounded by a roaring crowd. He noticed another cage across from him that held a naked, slender girl who seemed as dazed and confused as he felt. Peering around the edges of the oval, he spotted a stage where a man of assumed importance stood, raising his hand for silence.

“Greetings people of Rayland!” His voice boomed throughout the stadium, “It is with great pleasure that I introduce you to our very first slave tournament!” His greeting was met with a huge roar from the people around, which he quickly silenced with a swift arm movement. “Over the week we will pit 64 of our most promising prisoners against each other in a variety of bouts until one is deemed champion. Their reward remains a secret until the very end! The rules are simple, as there is only one. Every fight…” he paused for dramatic effect, “is to the death!” He roared, soaking in the cheers from the crowd as if it was his source of power.

James stood within his cage looking around still a bit puzzled about his situation. Was he expected to fight the naked girl in the other cage? A guard rushed over to his caged with keys jangling at his side. He muttered to James as he inserted a big metal key into the cage’s lock, “Win this fight and you at least get your clothes back for the next one.” James looked down suddenly aware that he - like the girl - was also fully nude.

The cage door swung open and James stepped out towards the female’s cage, cautiously eyeing up his opponent. She stood about a head shorter than him with long brunette hair and brooding brown eyes. She was slender but also looked strong; she likely knew how to fight. The shape of her face and bronze skin told him that she was likely a savage from the Eastern Tribes, far from the village he lived. He wasn’t quite ready to kill this woman but it didn’t seem like he had much choice. At least he didn’t know her.

He approached the center of the arena, expecting some sort of opening ceremony or initiation of the fight but none came. Instead his opponent charged him - for a small girl, she sure didn’t lack ferocity. Her charge was bold but reckless, probably intended to catch James off guard but he was ready and quickly side stepped her attack while putting up his hands in a fighting stance. Coming from a small village he had to be the jack of all trades: farming, hunting, construction, and of course, fighting if required. He was no warrior but he could handle himself.

Furious that her offensive had failed, the woman turned and screeched a hellish warcry, going on the offensive again. She swung at James, throwing punches high and low which he blocked with relative ease. This woman had tenacity and strength but her form was sloppy as if she was a wild animal. With sweat glistening off of his chiseled body, James backed up and deflected blow after blow while looking for an opening. Frustrated but still pressing her assault, the woman grunted in a thick accent, “Feckin’ fight me you male pig! I am warrior Sheila, I eat men like you for breakfast!”

‘Oh so that’s how this is going to go,’ James thought as he spotted an opening and sent a fist into the Sheila’s gut, knocking the wind out of her, stopping her in her tracks. He followed his punch with an uppercut to her jaw that sent her reeling backwards. Sheila was taken aback by James’ calm and controlled stance, she must have been used to fighting men who underestimated her. James was not that kind of man.

Realizing her tactics would not work on James, Sheila switched a more passive approach waiting for the man’s next move. James came in with speed, feigning a left hook causing Sheila to bring her hands up to the side of her head before taking a quick right jab to the nose. James felt the cartilage of her nose crack beneath his knuckles as his fist connected. Sheila stumbled back with her hands to her nose before receiving a crushing kick to the sternum from James’ powerful legs. Sheila tumbled backwards, rolling to land face first in the sand.

James was starting to feel the bloodlust boil inside of him as the fight progressed, it was difficult to remain calm and composed as he reached down and put the woman a headlock, squeezing his bicep against her throat. Sheila coughed and sputtered, scratching at James’ arm gasping for air. Her legs kicked as she begun to run out of energy. The crowd roared loudly and began to chant “Kill, kill, kill!”

Getting caught up in the moment, James’ grip loosened slightly enough for Sheila to sink her teeth into his arm, drawing blood. “Fuck!” He yelled releasing her, shocked she still had any fight left. Sheila took advantage and spun around to deliver a barefooted kick between the man’s legs. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs as she felt the man’s balls get crushed between his pelvic bone and her foot as it moved swiftly upwards. Men thought they were so strong, but they were so weak. She smirked, satisfied with her attack while the crowd roared with excitement at the sudden change of events.

James felt the impact and instinctively dropped his hands down to protect his naked balls. The pain didn’t come immediately but when it did, his legs buckled and he fell to his knees clutching himself in attempt to numb the pain. “Oooooooooohhhhhhh,” was all he could muster. Sheila moved toward him pressing her barefoot on his chest, knocking him back into the sand. “You men think you’re so tough with your big muscles. But you’re so weak down there.” She gestured to his groin. “For such a weakness, it’s a wonder you don’t work harder to protect it.” She stomped his gut and slid down to place her pussy over his face. “Night, night pig.” Sheila squeezed her legs against the side of his head.

James struggled for air, as Sheila’s womanhood pressed against his face. Any other time he would probably be enjoying this but the pain in his balls and the prospect of death made it much less arousing. Sheila’s toned thighs squeezed tighter and she moaned, enjoying her mount and her position of control. He could feel the warmth of her lips push into his face, was she enjoying this? James frantically tried to escape the hold but his strength was fleeting.

With one last gulp of air, James rolled up his legs and managed to wrap them around Sheila’s neck, pulling her backwards and off of his face. He gasped hungrily while squeezing his legs around her neck. Caught by surprise Sheila couldn’t do much and scratched at James’ legs. He squeezed again before flipping Sheila into an armbar, pulling her left arm so roughly she screamed. The crowd cheered loudly - they loved a close back and forth match.

The pain in James’ groin was still strong and sapped some of his strength as his pulled on Sheila’s arm. He felt nauseous and dizzy but he had enough strength to overpower Sheila. The bloodlust came back even stronger this time. James was not happy about the low blow and he let Sheila know this by reefing on her arm, removing it from her shoulder socket. She screamed out as her shoulder popped and dangled uselessly on the sand.

James released her arm and slowly got to his feet, still trying to catch his breath. As he towered over Sheila, for the first time in the match she looked terrified and unconfident. James slammed his foot into her throat, crushing her trachea. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged the savage woman to her knees. “If you ever go for a low blow, you better damn well finish the fight.” He muttered, “The men in your tribes must be pussies,” he stated before reaching around to grab her chin and twisting, snapping her neck in one smooth motion. The life left Sheila’s body as she dropped face first into the sand.

The crowd stood and roared at James’ victory as he flexed, the sweat glistening off his naked muscular body. He felt on top of the world in that moment. He knew he was still a prisoner but he felt more powerful than ever. It was more than just the glory, inside he felt the need to do more than just win this tournament but also take down the man staring down at him with a broad smile.

“Good show! Well fought young man!” The King of Rayland shouted, clapping his hands together. “It seems we have a natural. Guards, clothe and feed this man. He will take his place in the combatant viewing section to watch the remainder of the first round. With the command, two guards ran out, shackled James and dragged him off to the Victor’s room.

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Default The Rayland Slave Tournament - Part 2 (M/F)

Here is Part 2 of the series I have started. Part 1 can be found [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]. Hope you enjoy!

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Clothed, cleaned and fed, James settled into his assigned seat in the winner’s viewing section intent on watching as many of the upcoming matches as possible. As he approached his seat, he caught the end of the match that followed his, two savage tribesmen had beat each other bloody. One was in the process of hoisting the other upside down before sending him head first into the sand, breaking his neck. The winner showboated his victory, riling up the crowd more than James did. James decided to look away, not interested in seeing the man’s cock flop about as he roared and ran around in victory.

Before long, the third match of the tournament was ready to begin. Two more cages emerged containing the new combatants. The first was a towering, bulking man who probably stood half a head taller than James and had twice the muscle mass. He flexed and roared, psyching himself up for the imminent battle to the death. His fair skin, blonde hair and blue eyes likely meant he was from one of the Southern islands, probably one of their champions that volunteered for this. The Southern islands do love to fight, James almost felt sorry for whoever this brute’s opponent was.

Looking over to the second cage, James was taken aback by the beauty it contained. Standing slightly shorter than James’ height, the girl held herself with the confidence of a champion. Her uncertainty of the situation was clear but her expression showed no fear. Her lightly tanned skin glistened in the sun while her piercing green eyes evaluated the scene around her. She had dark brunette hair that fell between her shoulder blades, almost too well kept to consider her a slave. She stretched within the cage, preparing herself for what was to come, bending forward to touch her toes with ease revealing her tight ass for the crowd’s pleasure. Her body was toned and strong but not bulky as she slid her feet backwards to put herself into a downward dog position before pressing her breasts into the ground and curving her chest upwards. Standing up again, she did some minor arm stretches and then slid down into a side split, careful to not touch the sand with her naked pussy. She was a spectacle and James’ was instantly infatuated with her beauty. It’s a pity she had to go against the most brutal looking man he’s ever seen. He wish that he could help.

After the King introduced the match, the cages opened and the girl stepped outside the cage sizing up her opponent. Her breasts bounced slightly as she looked the brute up and down. “See something you like?” The man said, grabbing his crotch suggestively. “Don't worry, you'll get a piece of this by the end of this match.” He laughed and spat at her.

“I'm going to make you wish you didn't do that… sorry I didn't catch your name. I'm Julia, I figured you'd like to know the name of the girl that will be ending your life.” She spoke with such elegance and a calmness that seemed to unsettle the brute for a moment. “I am Aegon the Great, the champion of my people. After I ravage you with my cock, you'll be begging for my mercy, bitch.”

Julia didn't like that and instantly sprang into action. Her body curled back springing off the ground with her hands, sending both of her feet into Aegon’s chin one after another in quick succession before flipping to land on her feet. The brute’s head snapped back from the impact and he stumbled, but the kick didn't seem to faze him much.

He growled in anger and charged towards Julia as she was landing on her feet. His shoulder caught her in the chest hard, driving her back and temporarily knocking the wind from her lungs. With his momentum, Aegon picked up Julia and slammed her back hard into the sand. Pressing his advantage, Aegon jumped on top of Julia's toned body, straddling her midsection with his manhood slapping between her breasts. He threw punch after punch towards her face but even as she was gasping for air, Julia was able to get her arms up to nullify the damage.

With his punches being blocked Aegon grabbed Julia's wrists with one of his large powerful hands and pinned her arms above her head. He was stronger than her and he was going to prove it to her in every way he could. With her guard pinned out of the way, Aegon drove two heavy punches into Julia's face, bruising her eye severely and shattering her nose. “Don't pass out yet slut… I'm just getting started!” Aegon jeered.

Heavily dazed but determined to take the fight back to Aegon, Julia popped her hips up hard. Even though he weighed a lot, the movement put him off balance forcing him to use his hands for balance else he'd smash his face into the sand. With the brute off balance, Julia wrapped her foot around his and rolled him off her in one smooth motion putting herself on top of him temporarily. Aegon growled and kicked out with both legs sending Julia into the air backwards but she was able to land on her feet and hands in a stereotypical superhero landing.

The match was proving to be a lot closer than James would have guessed. Julia was giving this brute a fight. Her finesse and elegant style complimented her beauty; he really hoped she would win.

Aegon flipped up onto his feet and locked into his brutish fighting stance. Julia stood, wiping the blood from her nose and the involuntary tears from her eyes that blurred her vision. She, stepped into a confident fighting stance of her own. Aegon made the first move sending a jab followed by a right hook to Julia's temple. Julia managed to block the jab but her guard was low on the hook, taking it in the temple and knocking her head sideways. Instinctively her arms came up high leaving an opening for Aegon to send his knee. His knee connected with her abdominal muscles, digging deep. She was strong but the knee seemed to pierced her strong core, doubling her over in pain.

Pushing his advantage, Aegon flipped Julia around wrapping his bulging bicep around her neck and pressing his semi erect cock against her bare ass. “Before you ask, yes I'm enjoying this. And I'm about to enjoy it so much more.” He laughed and squeezed harder on Julia's neck while his cock slowly began to slip between her cheeks. His free hand slid up between her legs as he used his tree-trunk legs to kick hers open. “How does it feel to be raped in front of all of these people? You fucking slut.” He growled in her ear as she struggled and squirmed against his assault desperately trying to prevent him from fully penetrating her. His hand entered her and his now fully erect cock punched into her ass. She gasped not in pleasure but from the pain and humiliation. “Just another weak girl for Aegon the Great to mount!” the brute yelled as he thrust deeper into Julia.

Fire burned in her green eyes and with her two hands she ripped down on his arm as hard as possible relieving the pressure on her trachea long enough to get a gasp of fresh air. As Aegon cinched his arm back against her neck she threw a sharp elbow backwards, catching him in the solar plexus temporarily winding him. His grip loosen enough for Julia to position a second elbow towards his temple and rip his arm away from her throat. She spun quickly while he remained dazed and sent a full force kick into his unprotected balls. As he pitched forward to protect his manhood, she drove her knee into his nose knocking him backwards. His hands frantically reached for his nose as if they’d help stop the bleeding. With his guard up again she delivered another heavy kick at his balls again. She felt the soft flesh orbs flattened and compress as her foot crushed them against his pelvic bone.

“Not feeling so strong now, eh?” Julia almost laughed as Aegon still had one hand on his bleeding face and the other holding onto the centerpiece of the male ego. His legs buckled and he fell to his knees “Ooooooh…. You bitch,” aas all he could muster. Julia smirked, her counter attack had its desired effect in destabilizing the man. He deserved it and so much more for trying to rape her. Julia stepped around the kneeling brute and delivered a kick between his shoulder blades, knocking him face first into the sand. As Aegon pushed himself up onto his hands Julia wrapped her legs around his neck, squeezing and twisting to force him onto his back. Julia laid lengthwise on the brute’s body, squeezing her muscular legs together with all her might. “Nighty night big boy,” she cooed.

Aegon struggled for air as his neck was crushed. The pain throughout his body came second to his desperation for air, how could he be losing to this weak girl? Anger bubbled within him as he considered the embarrassment and shame to his home if he were to lose the first round to a girl half his weight and size. The new burst of adrenaline fueled his arms as he reached between Julia’s legs and pried them open slowly overpowering her hold. Aegon sucked in fresh air and growled in anger as Julia tried to fight her legs closed again. Was that fear in her eyes?

Julia couldn’t believe it, two low blows and this man still had the strength to pull her headscissor hold open. Sweat poured down her temples as she failed to contain his strength, as strong as her legs were, this brute was somehow stronger. She needed to wear him down more, or distract him if possible and she needed to do it fast. Julia looked down and saw his large semi-erect cock and swollen balls dangling unprotected - that’ll do. He legs were almost far enough open for Aegon to slide his head out. She reached down and squeezed his orbs with all her might. “Aahhhhhh!” He screamed, releasing her legs and they snapped back around his neck like rubber bands. She squeezed harder and twisted Aegon’s balls causing him to squirm unable to regain control. Julia could feel the strength of the man sucked out of him the harder and longer she squeezed.

Aegon sputtered and spat desperately trying to breathe but with Julia’s iron grip on his balls, he couldn’t escape. His hands tried to release the grip but her free hand easily swatted them away while she continued to crush his neck. As his energy reached critically low levels, Julia quickly switched positions, sitting her tight pussy right on top of his face while maintaining her grip on his balls. “See this?!” She shouted. “This is why you lost, you arrogant prick. You men spend too much time thinking with your dick that you forget it’s your biggest weakness. You think you’re so strong, but you go down so easily. Now die mother fucker!” The adrenaline of having victory in her grasp was pumping and she pressed her crotch down into his face and squeezed her hand tight.

All that could be heard was Aegon’s muffled protests as he struggled for air before soon he passed out. With one swift twist, Julia’s legs snapped to the side breaking the brute’s neck, silencing him for good. She released her hold and stood to the cheers of the crowd who were completely shocked by the victory. She placed a foot on the cock and balls of the defeated man and flexed in victory. Smiling, she shouted, “Who’s next?!” She strutted off towards the exit where the guards stood ready to escort her away.

James was shocked and to be honest a little turned on, he didn’t even notice that his mouth was fully agape for the majority of the match. This wasn’t your average weak girl, this was a woman who knew how to punish those that underestimated her. He looked forward to talking with her once she came up to the viewing area. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d get to fight her…

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I don`t like death matches but this story is great.
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Hey All! Here's Part 3 of my story. I got a little bit carried away with this one but had fun writing it. Hope you enjoy!

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The rest of the first round flew by without much in the way of an exciting match. They were all either heavily one-sided or comprised of sloppy fighting. By the end the crowd began to get restless, in need of a good fight. James watched the King, who seemed to have noticed this, whisper something to a nearby messenger and sent him on his way. As the final match ended in anticlimactic fashion, the King stood to congratulate the winner and thank the people of Rayland for attending the first match. “... and in my commitment to give the great people of Rayland an entertaining tournament, the council and I have decided to make the second round a 2v2 affair! May be best pairs advanced to the third round.” His sudden change to the rules was met with applause and cheers from the crowd.

The first round winners mumbled to themselves in confusion. It was their understanding that this was to be a 1v1 tournament all the way through. This really changed things up a bit. How were partners going to be chosen? James quickly looked through the remaining slave participants, mentally picking out some of the combatants that he deemed worthy to fight alongside. His eyes locked onto the green ones of Julia who appeared to be doing the same thing. Hers quickly glanced over him - she hadn’t seen his victory - while his lingered a little longer to take in her entire beauty. She sat elegantly even though she was dressed in a glorified potato sack. The hemp dress provided by the King barely reached halfway down her thigh revealing her strong, toned legs. James recalled seeing those legs wrapped around Aegon during her match, what a lucky and unfortunate place to have been.

Before long, the guards came to the victor’s section and began to usher them all down to their cells. Men and women were separated, with four per cell. Coincidentally, there were exactly sixteen males and sixteen females remaining from the first round making the cells easy to sort.

After milling about in the cells for a few minutes, the captain of the guards came by with ribbons strewn on his arm, each numbered one through thirty-two. “Slaves! Stick an arm out through the bars!” He called out in an arrogant, authoritative tone. Oh how James would love to ring his bell. As the slaves complied the guards tied one of the ribbons to each of their earms. James reached out his arm and received number four. There didn’t seem to be any method to the number selection.

Next the captain unrolled a small scroll. “For the next hour, you have been granted training time with your designated partner. I will read out the pairings - remember your partner’s number because I will not read them again. One, you are matched with thirty-two; Two, you are matched with thirty-one; Three, you are matched with thirty; Four, you are matched with twenty-nine…

James stopped listening. Time to find number twenty-nine. The guards began to unlock the cells, ushering the slaves towards the training grounds. As James left his cell he began to search for his new partner, he noticed a scrawny man with what looked like twenty-nine wrapped around his wrist but to his relief it was actually twenty-eight - that man his match won by sheer luck and had little to no fighting skill.

Pushed out into the yard, James still hadn’t found his partner. “Training begins now!” The captain shouted. James looked around seeing other slaves pairing up as they found their respective partners. Where the hell was twenty-nine?

Then he watched as Julia emerged from the crowd, roughly pushing other competitors out of her way as she locked onto him. As she approached, James reached out a hand in greeting, “Hi number twenty-nine, I’m J-” His introduction was cut short as she sent a punch into the side of his head knocking him off balance. “I don’t give two shits of who you are,” she sent another punch at his head, knocking him down to one knee. “Show me what you can do!” She shouted as she brought her knee up towards his face.

James was shocked by her sudden offensive but he knew from her first fight that she was not to be underestimated - he would have to prove himself to her. As her knee flew towards him, he quickly reached out and softened the blow, using it as a means to right himself on his two feet. He quickly found his stance and dodged a hook-jab combo from Julia. Putting his guard up, he deflected another punch from the girl. Using her momentum against her, James pushed Julia off balance and delivered an elbow to the back of her neck. He followed up with a leg sweep knocking her forwards, causing her to face plant into the sand.

Julia was furious but also impressed by her partner’s quick reflexes. She hadn’t given him much time to react to what she had planned for him. Maybe he wasn’t just another stupid male that relied on his strength to get him through the fight. She spat out sand and picked herself up, turning to face her partner for tomorrow’s match. He stepped back, removing his shirt to reveal his lean, muscular body. His build didn’t label him as a fighter but it did tell her that he worked hard throughout the day - a farmer perhaps? Time to show him that she wasn’t just a cow for him to wrangle. She feigned a punch to get his block up before coming in with a knee to him midsection causing him to double over. His abs were strong but her knee was stronger. She swept his leg, sending him onto his back and quickly wrapped her legs around his arm pulling it back in an armbar hold. Let’s see him get out of this, she thought.

James felt his muscles protest as they strained against Julia’s hold. Before she pulled too far he quickly reached across with his free arm and locked it onto his wrist, preventing her from locking into the full hold. Julia’s face flashed with surprise before she refocused herself and slammed her foot into his chest. The hit winded him slightly but not enough for him to let go. Fully gripped, he rolled up onto Julia and stood, carrying her whole body into the air with him. “I’m not that easy number twenty-nine,” he smiled before slamming her back to the ground.

Wind rushed out of her lungs as her back slammed into the sand of the training arena. Julia lay sprawled and winded, trying to get her breath back before her partner could follow up his move. She was impressed, maybe he’d make a worthy partner - he was kind of hot too. Slow to move, she took a punch to face causing her to roll onto her stomach. The man drove an elbow into her spine and his whole body came crashing down afterwards. If she wasn’t short of breath before, she was now as she wheezed heavily.

James quickly wrapped his hands around Julia’s chin and dug his knee into her back, pulling her neck backwards. “I was trying to be nice. Let me finish… I’m James. I suppose I’ll be your partner tomorrow. And you are?” He already knew her name but it might be not be best to be creepy in this situation. James tugged harder on her neck. “Oh and feel free to tap out. I don’t want to ruin you before tomorrow’s match.” Reluctantly, Julia tapped out and he released the hold, sending her face into the sand a second time.

Beaten by a man, how humiliating. Her tribe of warrior women would be so disappointed in her. At least he wasn’t a weakling, they just might have a shot at winning tomorrow. Julia spat out the sand that filled her mouth. “I’m Julia. How about a second round?” She wasn’t ready to leave it at that. Plus they still had more training time.

“Sure, might as well make it a best out of three. That way we know which one of us is dead weight.” James winked reaching to give Julia a hand up. She swatted his hand away defiantly. She’ll tap out but she didn’t need his help. “Whoa, remember, we are supposed to be fighting on the same side tomorrow.” He said. “I know,” she replied, “I just hate losing. Time to return the favour.” She smirked, standing into her fighting stance.

James backed up, not taking any offense from Julia’s refusal. This was a proud woman, and she was tough. I’m glad she’s on my side, he smiled. James put up his guard and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet in a fighting stance. “Round two, Fight!” he jokingly said in a deep voice as if he was a fight announcer. Was that a smile he saw on Julia’s face? Maybe underneath that rigid exterior she had a soul after all.

Julia decided to play defensively this time and wait for James to make the first mistake. The two danced around one another feigning attacks until James misread one of Julia’s blocks thinking she had overcommitted. He took the opportunity to deliver a front kick with the intention of knocking her off balance but she was ready for it. Julia swiftly side stepped the kick, pushing his leg along forcing him into an awkward half splits with his back towards her. With James wide open and completely out of position, Julia took advantage and sent her bare foot up between his spread legs crushing his balls from behind. “Where I’m from, we call that the Blue Canoe,” she joked as James crumpled to the ground in a heap holding his manhood.

“Ooohhhhh, my balls,” groaned James as he rolled on the ground failing to will the pain between his legs away. “Tsk tsk, with such a vulnerability, you should be more careful not to leave it wide open. Us women will be sure to take advantage.” Julia mocked and giggled as James continued to moan on the ground. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he grunted.

“Now, time to win round two!” Julia exclaimed in an unexpectedly cheery voice. It seemed that she enjoyed seeing him in pain. Before he could muster any kind of defense, Julia wrapped her strong legs around his neck in a figure four lock and pulled her foot to completely cut off his air supply. “Night, night partner.” She chimed as James sputtered for air.

James wasn’t ready to concede this round yet. He pulled on Julia’s legs, unable to loosen the hold and reached around looking for any kind of leverage to wriggle out. Guess he’d had to used brute strength. With every ounce of muscle in his body straining, he managed to roll up and stand with Julia’s legs still wrapped around him. Julia’s eyes widened in surprise of his brute strength, he was strong but he didn’t look this strong. “Whoa,” she wavered as James staggered and his body began to give out due to the lack of oxygen. He let the stagger take him into the nearest wall, smashing Julia into it. He turned into the wall again, this time letting Julia’s body take the entire force before he collapsed. His whole body landed on Julia, breaking her hold around his neck.

Coughing and gasping for air, James rolled away getting to his hands and knees. “Nearly had me there,” he coughed out. But Julia didn’t respond, she was cursing to herself. “Stupid cheap hemp shit!” She grumbled and James looked to see what had her cursing. His groin stirred as he once again looked upon Julia’s naked body. The impact with the wall and ground must have caused the threads in her clothes to come apart and now she laid completely uncovered on the ground. “Hey, it’s a good look for you.” He smirked. He got to his feet and grabbed his shirt, walking over to offer it to her.

Julia wasn’t done fighting. As James approached, Julia stomped her foot up into his groin causing him to keel over. “Ooof, not again,” he grunted as he closed his eyes and crumpled to the ground a second time. “I saw you getting hard. Needed to soften you up again,” Julia mocked and jumped on top of James, placing her pussy over his nose and mouth completely smothering him. She pinned his arms under her legs and squeezed them together.

The pain in James’ groin was overwhelming, two hits in one fight was two hits too many. His strength was sapped making him unable to escape from Julia’s smothering hold. He hadn’t fully regained his breath from her leg lock and this position surely wasn’t helping. He struggled to get out but as he started to see stars from the lack of oxygen, he tapped out giving Julia the second round of their training bout.

Julia let up but only a bit, pulling her pussy away from James’ mouth and nose so he could breathe again. James gasped for air and hungrily sucked it in to fill his lungs. He breathed heavily for a few minutes while Julia continued to sit on him relishing the moment. Having a strong, muscular man defeated between her legs turned her on more than anything and she wasn’t about to let this moment go quite yet. She felt her crotch moisten as her body caught up to her mind. Then she felt a thrilling sensation as something applied light pressure between her legs, caressing her groin gently. Her body shivered and she looked down to see James flicking his tongue around her pussy with expertise - what couldn’t this man do?

Julia stood quickly and slapped him across the face. “That’s not very chivalrous of you,” she stated, her voice quivered as she tried to sound convincing. “It just seemed like you were enjoying the moment so I figured I’d help out.” James smirked and he stood offering his shirt in his outstretched hand. “Not until you hunt, kill, and cook me dinner first.” Julia retorted, whilst she grabbed the shirt and threw it over her naked body. It was even shorter than her potato sack dress as it barely covered her pussy and tight ass but it was better than nothing. Julia had began to feel the eyes of the other men training around them.

“Come on, stop stalling. Time for me to win round three.” James joked, lightening the tone. He shook out his arms and stretched his neck. He gave his groin a quick check, his balls were swollen and tender, he winced at the touch. He knew that letting her hit them again would mean the end for him. “How are your poor balls?” Julia mocked, placing her hands between her legs as if she’d been hit in the groin and made an ‘O’ face. “I’ve got my eyes on them,” She winked. James grunted in humiliation, her mockery was almost as painful as one of her kicks to his balls.

Pleased with her victory in the verbal joust, Julia stood ready to fight. The two stood opposite to each other and locked up, engaged in a feat of strength. James was stronger, he knew that, but Julia was able to maneuver quickly making it difficult for him to get the upper hand. The two danced pushing and pulling one another in attempt to gain the advantage. Before long they both slipped into a headlock hold, each cinching on the other’s neck.

Surprised by their situation, they traded gut punches trying to loosen one another up and control the headlock battle. Both James and Julia were running out of air quickly as they furiously battled for control while refusing to let go. As their strength dwindled, they dropped to their knees and then to the ground. Their arms squeezed and their necks bulged as they applied pressure to each other’s necks with all of their might hoping the other would pass out first. James could see stars appearing in his vision and he knew he was about to black out. Julia’s eyes started to flutter and she could feel the blood rush from her face.

Suddenly a bell began to ring loudly. “Training is over, slaves!” The captain shouted, “Back to your cells. Hope you are happy with your partner because tomorrow you might be dying with them!” He laughed as if he just cracked the funniest joke and walked off. Guards came out with swords unsheathed to usher the slaves back to their cells.

Julia and James both released each other and collapsed onto their backs gasping for air. “I. Had. You.” James choked out. “No. I. Had. Lots. Of. Air. Left.” Julia retorted. They turned their heads to lock eyes and smiled in mutual respect for one another. After a minute they picked themselves up and joined the mass of slaves towards the cells. Julia gave James a light tap in the balls. “Better rest these boys up before tomorrow. I don’t want them costing us the match.” She smirked and ran off in front of him, her perfect ass bouncing out from underneath his shirt. Her sweaty legs glistened in the evening sun. Damn she was beautiful.

Julia looked back, gave James a wink and blew him a kiss in a playful fashion. James scratched his head in confusion before walking into his cell to rest up for tomorrow’s fight. Today had been a roller coaster. He can only imagine what tomorrow held in store for them.

END OF PART 3
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i need part 4 damn it ! i really like this story , hope you'll continue writing it . good luck ^^ and well done.
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i need part 4 damn it ! i really like this story , hope you'll continue writing it . good luck ^^ and well done.
Thanks man! It's means a lot especially since this is my first time ever posting a story anywhere. I'm working on part 4; hope to have it out some time next week!

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Default The Rayland Slave Tournament: Part 4

Hey all! Here's Part 4 - hope you enjoy. This is the first time I have ever tried to write with more than two combatants so feedback is definitely welcome. I am working to improve my writing so anything helps!

I think there will be one more part after this before I wrap the series up. After that I will probably move on to less ambitious projects with simpler story lines


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James and Julia stood side by side behind the gate waiting for the signal to move out into the arena grounds. They could hear the roar of the crowd as the preceding fight neared its end. James tried to focus on the fight before him but found his mind wandering, thinking about his upcoming bout. “How are you feeling?” He asked, looking over at his partner.

Julia glanced over, “Fine.” He couldn’t tell if she was nervous or just in the zone. Before nightfall they were informed of the pair they would be fighting. A man and woman, Thrax and Elena, both coming from Northern tribes. James knew that tribes from the North were wild and unpredictable but he did not fully realize what that meant until he saw them fight in the first round. Elena's fight had a gruesome end as she used her teeth to rip her smaller female opponent apart bit by bit. He shuddered at the memory of the poor slave girl’s screams. Thrax’s match was one of the most lopsided ones of the first round as he ragdolled his opponent, breaking his body with ease. Neither fought with finesse or honour but what did that matter if you were the victor?

“I just want to make sure. These two are vicious. If we stick to our plan, we should be fine.” He said more confidently than he felt.

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t get in my way, m’kay?” Julia tried to lighten the mood but her voice fell flat. She was nervous.

“It’s okay to be nervous.” James reached for her hand, squeezing it to provide comfort.

“Not where I’m from,” Julia said dryly, jerking her hand away. James would have taken offense if he couldn’t hear her smile fill the room. She turned her body away in attempt to hide it. James smirked, under that tough exterior he knew she still had a soft side.

They stood for the next few minutes in silence. To James’ surprise, Julia broke the tension, “Just don’t let anything happen to that face of yours… or your balls.” She smiled at him, “I want them still intact so I can break them when we properly finish round three.” She winked and began to shake her limbs to loosen them up.

“You wish,” James chuckled and began to stretch as well. Before long, the gate creaked opened and the two pairs of fighters entered the arena from opposite sides. The sand burned hot on their feet as the four individuals walked to meet towards the middle. James could feel coagulated blood squish between his toes from the spoils of the last match. He tried to steel himself, staring down the giant that was Thrax. James and Julia had agreed to match up against their respective genders to begin but knew it wouldn’t last long as the fight progressed.

“Thrax crush puny man,” Thrax smiled, pounding a fist into his open palm. James wasn’t puny but compared to Thrax he was. Thrax stood a whole head and a half over James with bulging biceps the size of James’ head. His shoulders were so large and bulking that he barely had any neck. His legs stood sturdy as if they were built from the trunks of Kauri trees; the ground quaked with every step the big man took.

“Cool,” James replied, voice shaky. He was having a difficult time getting a handle on his rising fear as Thrax loomed over him.

“Mmm, she looks tasty,” Elena purred, licking her lips as she ogled Julia up and down. Trying to hide her disgust, Julia took her fighting stance and ignored the Northern woman’s words. Elena was small and wiry but where she lacked in strength she made up in agility and speed. Death by a thousand cuts. Her teeth were sharpened to fine points which she regularly tested by running her tongue across them. Her nails were equally sharp as if she had little knives attached to each of her fingers. This woman loved blood and she wasn’t afraid to get it herself.

Standing a few meters apart, the fighters turned to the King for his announcement. “Let’s not keep these people from what should be a promising fight. Get on with it!” He boomed over the cheering crowd. The fighters turned to face one other, controlling their breathing and sizing each other up. James was relieved that they were clothed this match as the last thing he wanted was to watch Thrax’s member flop around while they fought. Each taking one final breath, the fight began.

With a howling scream and booming war cry, Elena and Thrax sprinted wildly towards James and Julia in attempt to catch them off guard.

Julia moved quickly to side step Elena, leaving a leg out to send the wild woman face first into the sand. She followed up with a heavy kick into Elena’s ribs, flipping her onto her back. Julia stood over her opponent’s sprawled body grabbing her shirt to send punches into woman’s face to draw first blood. Elena howled with laughter, licking her bloody lips before grabbing Julia’s punching arm and sinking her teeth into it. Julia cried out in surprise and backed off, clutching her forearm in shock.

James also moved to dodge Thrax’s incoming charge but instead was caught across the chest by an outstretched arm. James’ body flipped in the air, nearly doing a full backwards flip from the impact. James scrambled to his feet, dodging a heavy stomp which seemed to shake the ground of the entire arena. He dipped under a haymaker swing that would have taken his head off and responded with a jab under Thrax’s exposed armpit. Thrax’s muscles cramped up in response and he growled, pulling his arm back to deliver an elbow to the back of James’ head sending him back into the sand.

Elena put her hands above her head and hopped up onto her feet in one swift motion. She pressed her attack on Julia putting her opponent on the back foot. Julia’s guard was up to prevent an expected flurry of punches but instead the wild woman’s sharpened nails viciously gouged Julia’s forearms. With blood gushing from her arm, Julia shouted, “Fuck this!” and grabbed Elena in a bearhug, hauling the wiry women backwards over herself. The two women crashed onto the ground, Elena landing on her head knocking her senseless temporarily. Breathing heavily, Julia glanced over at how James was fairing with Thrax.

James rolled away from another stomp, kicking his leg out into the brute’s kneecap. He felt Thrax’s knee bend inwardly making a cracking noise causing the beast to growl in pain. Thrax delivered a heavy kick into James’ side, winding him before bending over to palm James’ skull. Picking James up by his head, Thrax sent a heavy punch into his gut before wrapping his hand around James’ neck. James sputtered for air, hands scratching at Thrax’s forearms. Thrax laughed, “Puny man head go pop!” Thrax boomed, squeezing James’ neck. James curled his abdomen to wrap his legs around Thrax’s arm, attempting to aim a kick at the brute’s head. His heel smashed into the north man’s nose, splattering his face in red but Thrax kept his hold tight. James would wrap his legs around the brute’s neck but his legs just slipped off his hulking body. James’ face started to turn blue as he began to see stars flash before his eyes.

Suddenly Thrax’s grip loosened, dropping James hard onto his back gasping for air. He looked up at the brute, eyes bulging comically and groaning in pain. James looked down to see the cause of the giant’s agony: a well placed kick from Julia right between the giant’s legs. “The Blue Canoe strikes again,” she laughs as Thrax crumbles to the ground holding his jewels.

“Thanks,” James coughed out trying to get to his feet, the air rushing back to his lungs, “I owe you one.”

Before Julia could retort with a smartass reply, Elena pounced on her back wrapping her wiry arms around her neck. For a small woman she was still strong as she cut off Julia’s air supply, sending her to her knees. James was fast to reply with a heavy punch straight into the northern woman’s face. Elena laughed before receiving another punch, falling from Julia’s back. Julia coughed as she knelt down on all fours, gasping for air.

As Elena fell to the ground, James didn’t stop his offensive delivering a third punch to her already bloody face. He followed up with a hook to her gut, doubling her up before his knee met her nose. His anger began to rise within as he drove the woman back, stomping his foot into her chest. Elena stumbled back, trying to regain balance but James was faster with a heavy kick flying up between her legs so hard it lifted her from the ground. She shrieked in shock as his shin cracked against her pelvis. Elena’s hands fell to her crotch as James came up with an uppercut to her chin, launching her into the sand completely dazed.

As Julia begins to regain her breath she looks over at Thrax slowly getting up after her surprise kick to the balls. The giant roared in anger, eyes bloodshot in rage. Charging a shoulder into Julia’s chest, her drove her body into the stone wall of the arena. Julia retched as her lungs collapsed, her feet dropped to the ground. If it weren’t for the wall she would topple over. With her guard down, Thrax sent a heavy punch into her breast causing her to cry out in pain. Julia doubled over and Thrax delivered an axe kick to the back of her head, smashing her face into the sand.

Julia spat out globs of sand and blood trying to push herself up but Thrax stepped down on her skull, leaning down low to bellow in her ear, “Thrax not be beat by tiny girl.” He pressed down harder with his thick leg, “Man strong. Girl weak.” He shouted, flexing his large muscles in dominance. “Thrax show girl what make man strong!” The cheers of the crowd roared in anticipation, desperate to know what the giant had store for Julia.

Thrax hauled Julia’s body up over his head with a bulging arm wrapped around her neck and his other hand roughing clutching her crotch. He squeezed both arms bending Julia’s back, stretching her entire body out. She tried to resist the pain but eventually she was screaming under Thrax’s torture rack. The large man tossed her to the ground ripping off her clothing with an effortless swipe and pulled her hips to his crotch. “Thrax make girl scream louder now!” He smiled a devilish grin.

Julia looked back, eyes wide as she saw the size of his member throbbing in anticipation. She tried to wriggle free but her muscles were burning with ache. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath and mentally prepare for what was to come. Without further warning Thrax plunged deep inside of her and she gasped in pain, involuntary tears welled in her eyes. She felt like she was being ripped in half. This is not how she thought she would die, if her tribe could see her now they would be so disappointed. “Fuck. You.” She sputtered as her body trembled and Thrax’s laughter filled her ears.

Thrax’s laughter was stopped short by James sending an elbow to back of the northern man’s head. Stepping in front of the brute, he followed up with an elbow to the nose knocking Thrax back out of Julia. Snarling in rage Julia threw her leg back sending her heel straight up into the giant’s balls. She felt the satisfying squish of soft flesh as her heel drove into his pelvic bone.

Thrax whimpered as he felt his manhood crushed a second time, stumbling to stay up in feeble attempt to maintain his manliness. Julia turned and stepped off the large man’s thigh cracking her knee into his chin. As she landed, her naked breasts bounced heavily, glistening in sweat. Reeling backwards from the impact, Thrax growled in anger before being cut short by a heavy kick to the ribs. Julia jumped up and wrapped her legs around the brute’s arm pulling with all her might, straining his arm within the socket. Thrax fell to the ground trying to resist Julia’s hold but she had him locked in. Flexing her body and pushing down with her legs, she felt a pop as Thrax’s arm was removed from its socket. The big man howled in agony.

James stood watching Julia manhandle her bigger opponent, looking for an opportunity to help but hung back not wanting to get in his partner’s way. Without warning James felt a pressure between his legs and his entire body tensed up. He looked to see long, sharp fingernails wrapped around his package, squeezing. “Gaaaaaaahhhh,” James cried out his knee wobbled, trying to hold him up.

“Mine now!” The wild woman cooed as she continued to squeeze James’ balls. James responded with an elbow straight into her bloodied face but she squeezed harder still, dropping him to his knees. James groaned and sucked in air trying to fight back the pain. He threw another elbow back which collided with Elena’s face again. To his relief the grip around his package loosened and he rolled to the ground cupping his damaged manhood.

Curled in a ball, James looked over to see Elena stumbling about woozy. Cleary his previous beating had her severely concussed and she was having difficulty seeing straight. Her honourless attack was her ace in the hole and he realized she didn’t have much fight left. Fueled with this new discovery, James pushed down the pain between his legs and pushed himself slowly to a crouch. He drove his shoulder into Elena’s gut and flipped her over onto her back.

Elena’s eyes fluttered and she gasped with her body sprawled upon the sand. James mounted her, wrapping his legs around her neck in a reverse headscissors, squeezing with his strong thighs. The wild woman desperately choked for air scratching and biting at his thighs but James would not release her. Veins popped in his whole body as he flexed his legs, the crowd chanting “Kill, kill, kill!” as Elena’s face turned purple. With a quick flick of his hips, he ended the northern woman’s fight. As he released his opponent, James rolled over to cup his balls as the suppressed pain came back in floods.

Thrax rolled on the ground writhing in pain holding his damaged arm with his good one. Julia rolled back and hopped to her feet, stepping around the brute. “You thought you could just rape me and end it?!” She bellowed grabbing a hold of the big man’s ankles, spreading his legs wide apart. “I’m not the weak kind of girl you’re used to. And I like showing men how weak they are!” She smirked sending her her barefoot smashing down into Thrax’s groin, pinning his balls to the ground. The big man howled again, muscles flexing and reaching down to cup his jewels as if that would help rid him of the pain.

Julia mounted him, pinning Thrax’s large arms beneath her body and resting her naked sex upon his face. “Now,” Julia panted, “I’ll show you what makes this ‘weak girl’ strong!” She pressed her pussy over the brute’s nose and mouth smothering him in her womanhood. Thrax thrashed, nearly knocking her off but she squeezed her thighs to hold her in place. “Tsk, tsk, naughty man.” She cooed and reached back to grab his swelling package. “Time for me to tame the beast,” she laughed, squeezing and twisting with all her might. Thrax’s body froze in pain, his screams muffled by Julia’s crotch. Feeling the power of the man drain from his body, she squeezed harder and pushed her crotch down. She relished in the power she felt sitting atop of the brute and after two minutes of pure ecstasy the man beneath her squirmed no longer.

James and Julia both stood from their fallen opponents simultaneously, bodies glistening in sweat and chests heaving from exhaustion. They looked upon one another smiling at their victory. The crowd roared and cheered, chanting their names, lusting for more.

James looked upon Julia’s naked body and felt his groin begin to stir. Julia’s eyes devoured her partner’s topless body feeling a heat build between her legs. Their eyes met and without words their lips collided hungrily, muting the sound of the crowd cheering loudly.

In one smooth motion, James picked Julia’s body up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slammed her into the stone wall of the arena, his hardness pressed against her crotch. She groaned in anticipation as he kissed down her neck and nibbled upon her breast. Her hand grabbed a fistful of his hair while the other held the small of his back.

James spun her to the ground quickly but gently, sliding a hand down to feel the heat between her legs teasing her with his touch. “Just do it,” she gasped and he slid himself inside her. They both closed their eyes as the pleasure overtook them. Time stood still for a moment as their suppressed emotions spilled upon the sands.

And just like that. It ended.

Guards grabbed the two slaves, ripping them apart mid thrust. Beating them with the flats of their blades, they dragged the victors from the ring and tossed them into their cells. The crowd booed at the injustice of their treatment. The King rose with his hands spread.

“People of Rayland, there will be no fornication within this ring! I know we all love a good love story but these are slaves - They. Are. Not. People!” The crowd continued to boo. The King shook in rage as he began to lose the crowd. He took a breath and boomed, “Bring out the next contenders!” As the new fighters emerged the booing was muffled beneath the new distraction.

The King leaned over and growled to his messenger, “Tonight, I want those two shitstains brought to me. No one makes a fool of me in front of my people.”

END OF PART 4
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You are a very good writer! I was on the edge of my seat wanting to see what happens next.
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