Lord Dagmar’s Estate

Like a clanking metal beast the locomotive pulled into the station, bringing its great bulk to a stop in a cloud of steam and smoke. Once the clouds had died down to a mere mist shrouding the wheels did the doors open and the girls were herded out. Out and straight into farm like walled walkways. Laura’s first impression was that of a farm. Each door on the carriages had lined up with a walkway defined by a pair of concrete walls about four feet high. It had grown dark on the train journey and she couldn’t make out anything off the platform or beyond the end of the train. Not that she had much time to. The latex clad conductors ushered them down there rows and into the building proper. Maybe she would be re-united with her luggage at last.

The station was only lit by a series of Victorian looking lanterns, so when the girl in front of her suddenly stopped Laura walked right into the back of her. Moments later it was getting very tight in the close confines of their little row. Looking left and right she saw the same thing was happening in other rows, the girls were being led off the trains into what looked like holding pens. Each row ended in a door, which looked as if it should be on a stable. Laura was beginning to feel very much like cattle.

The rows filled up fast and the conductors were not letting a lack of space deter them as they herded all the women off of the train and into the concrete confines. Eventually all the girls were off, and the coach doors slammed shut, the conductors watching from behind them. Laura was pressed between two women and used both hands to steady herself against the walls either side of her. She could feel the breasts of the woman behind pressing into her back and the girl in front was grinding her ass into Laura’s crotch. She could see the sexual tension was still growing, first with the separation on the train and now with the enforced closeness. A few women were speaking to each other now, quietly, or so they thought, asking what was going on. Obviously no one knew, but that did not stop them asking.

Everyone’s wondering was pulled up short as the sound of bolts being drawn back on the stable doors came momentarily before the doors swung inwards and the streams of women were forced inside by those behind them. Being nearer the front of the row, Laura had no option but to head forwards, or else be crushed by those behind and before she knew it she was passed the doorway and into the dim beyond.

In fact it was a lot worse than dim, it was almost completely dark. Only a scare few tiny lamps shed any light and then only in there immediate vicinity. With the press of flesh behind her still Laura could only move blindly forward, glad she was not the one at the very front.

The passage twisted and turned and from the little light there was Laura could make out that it looked like it was hewn straight out of the rock, she couldn’t imagine where she was now, the view from the platform had been restricted by the walls and a large overhang. It felt like she was travelling deep into a cave system though. But where had the other doors gone too? On the platform there had been lots of rows each ending in a door; she hadn’t seen any other passages joining on to the one she was going down.

Her thoughts were derailed when she walked into the back of the person in front who she could hardly make out. Now the other women had moved far enough forwards the pressure had been reduced and those in front had slowed down as they realised how dark and uncertain the passage seemed. They kept going though; the image of the closed train doors with the stern stares of the conductors behind the glass was a stark reminder that there would be no going back now. Laura doubted she would be seeing her luggage any time soon either and in this dark passageway, a long way from home she began to feel very small indeed.

The passage seemed to go on for a long time, the sound of voices strangely echoed and distorted as they bounced around and off of the hard stone walls. Laura hadn’t a clue how far they had gone, it seemed like miles, but in the dark confines it was impossible for her to tell.

The first indication of a change in there circumstances was an increase in the volume of the voices of the women up ahead. Rounding a corner she stopped as the light level suddenly rose. They had come to a much larger cavern. As her vision adjusted and the press of bodies behind her moved her into the room Laura was able to take in more of the details.

The cavern was circular, maybe twenty, twenty five meters across and a stretched up dome shape. It made Laura think of the inside of a hollow beehive. The centre of the cavern was open and floored with dirt, several guttering torches provided the illumination for the place. As she took in more of the details she realised it was an arena. A wall ran around the outside keeping them from entering the centre stage. Two gaps in this wall were guarded by what Laura had come to term the conductors, but seemed to be general purpose guards and wards. More worryingly were two tunnels leading away from within the centre section. Again, guarded.

Eventually all the women were in the room, standing around the central arena. As they shoved and jostled into position a phalanx of the latex clad women entered the central arena from one of the tunnel entrances. At the head of the procession was a woman, still clad entirely in latex, but scarlet red in colour. Her high heels were also augmented with two inch platforms making her rise above the other women behind her. They approached the centre of the area and stopped, the red woman standing calmly waiting for quiet.

She did not have to wait long. Everyone quickly fell into silence under her stern glare and in moments all that could be heard was the nervous shuffling of feet.

“Girls, I bid you a welcome to my Lords estates.”

The voice that came from between the scarlet lips that matched the cat suit was much louder than anyone had expected. Involuntarily, everyone flinched.

“Know now that you have left what you thought was real life behind. Here, the rules of normal society do not count. Here you have no rights, except what we may grant you.”

The words were unsettling, Laura could see the colour draining from beneath the make-up of some of the women as realisation dawned upon them. Tremors were passing through her body as well, but she realised they were as much of excitement as fear. The woman in red continued her litany.

“We will start with a few simple rules. You will do as you are instructed or you will be punished, and punishment comes in many forms here”

“But first we would like to offer you a chance to join us in the Great Hall tonight, but you must earn your place.”

“You will fight each other in pairs in this centre ring, the winner will be the girl that pins the others shoulders on the floor for a count of three, and she will spend her first night dining with the other victors”

At the end of her sentence on of the tunnels leading away from the centre arena lit up with an orangey, inviting glow.

“The not so fortunate will spend their first night here in the lower caves, under the attention of my Ladies here.”

The wicked grins that appeared on the faces of the entourage were chilling, which was only heightened further when the second tunnel lit up a watery green colour.

Before anyone really had time to take in what they had just heard, the procession had turned upon its heel and stalked back out of the arena. A pair of black clad women took up positions at the entrance of each tunnel. As they took up positions there, the scarlet women appeared on a balcony with a few of her entourage.

“Begin”, was the only thing she said in her forceful voice.

The two women guarding the entrance to the arena stepped aside and two girls were just about pushed through the gaps in the wall. They looked bemused and more than a bit afraid. They both looked up at the scarlet woman, who only gazed back coldly. Laura watched as their gazes eventually locked onto each other, and as if spurned into action they advanced.

Laura watched as the fight unfolded, one woman was wearing a long flowing dress which was hindering her, and neither looked comfortable in their high heels as they grappled. It went on for a few minutes locked in a stalemate, neither woman looked like they had been in many fights, but then in a quick few seconds it was over. The woman that had been wearing the long dress had had it grabbed around the bottom and savagely pulled. As it was a close fitting garment and had not allowed for a lot of freedom of movement her feet had been pulled from beneath her. As soon as she was down the other girl who had been lucky enough to be wearing a mini skirt (and had also been lucky enough to be wearing a fantastic lacy thong Laura saw) was on top. The tripped up girl had no idea what was happening and was quickly counted out.

The victorious girl was euphoric and almost danced her way through the gates into the soft golden glow of the victor’s tunnel. The other girl had just sat there stunned, until two guards had come over and led her away as she looked terrified but cowed.

As the next fight started one of the competing girls kicked off her stilettos. The other girl looked worried as her footwear was laced up and around her legs. The gambit paid off for the now barefoot woman and she easily won the fight, but as she walked back towards her discarded shoes. The woman in red stood up.

“I’m sorry” she said, her voice booming over the background chatter and not sounding sorry in any way at all.

“Once your clothing leaves your body, here it is no longer yours.”

As soon as she had made her proclamation she sat back down and when the winner had turned back to look towards her shoes that were no longer hers a black clad guard had scooped them up and away. Looking slightly mollified the girl left for the victor’s hall.

The fights went on, now the women understood the rules better clothes were torn off where possible and the contests were fierce. Several losers had to be forcefully removed from the arena and caught before they pelted away towards the winner’s tunnel. Most looked horrified to have lost and would now be facing time down the eerie green passage.

One fight in particular piqued Laura’s interest. It was the girl she had seen in the train. Laura now saw that the tied off open blouse top that exposed her flat and toned midriff was complemented by a pair of very short and quite tight khaki shorts. The way her legs shimmered made Laura suspect she was wearing tights, and they went very well with the Brown Suede knee high slouchy boots she wore. She looked very much like an archaeologist type you would see in some action movie Laura thought.

Her opponent was a large dark skinned woman, possibly an Amazon by the size of her Laura was thinking. The smaller girl looked obviously worried. She didn’t try to take off her boots, the wedge heel was only a few inches and the towering Amazon looked like she might charge her if given the chance. But the taller woman advanced slowly, taking her time. She knew she had the advantage and was in no rush.

The smaller girl backed away, looking for all the world like a small frightened rabbit cornered by a tiger. The air was rent by a dual clash of angered snarl and surprised yelp as the smaller girl leapt at the taller woman. Her attack was wild and uncoordinated, but had the advantage of surprise and ferocity. The taller woman was forced back and tripped. Landing with the other girl on her. Trying to regain some sort of control of the situation the taller woman tried to grasp the ferocious girl in a bear hug, but she was fast as she was ferocious and quickly rolled off and out of her clutches.

The fight continued on for several minutes in this game of cat and mouse. The smaller girls lightning attacks against the towering presence of the taller woman’s more powerful ones. The smaller girls luck ran out though as she caught a back hand blow to the jaw. The blow spun her round and she crashed to the floor on her back looking dazed and stunned. As she struggled to prop herself up on her elbows the knot at the front of her blouse had become loosened and the material fell back revealing two creamy white breasts, small, but full of promise. Laura’s heart skipped a beat as she willed the girl on, whilst also being turned on by seeing her in such a helpless and exposed pose.

As the other woman advanced on the stricken girl she was smiling, seeing victory easily within her grasp. She loomed over the small girl and bent down to pin her down…. Then collapsed on her side. The small girl had used her heel to kick upwards into the exposed stomach of the other woman, severely winding her and causing her to drop to the floor in pain.

She didn’t waist any time, springing up and throwing as much weight as she had across the tall woman’s prone form. The taller woman gasped in pain again as more pressure was applied to her stomach and any coherent fight went out of her. The count passed and the small girl rolled off panting.

As the loser was helped to her feet and led away, Laura took a moment to admire the younger girl as she re-knotted the front of her blouse, her nipples stiff with the excitement and clearly showing through. As she walked off Laura could not help but watch as her hips swayed in a fashion that she found incredibly entrancing.

So captivated she was, it was not until she was actually standing in the arena that she realised she had been pushed though next. Seeing the look on the dark haired Hispanic girl that had entered opposite her galvanised Laura into action. As they began to circle each other Laura took in the details of her opponent. She was about the same build as Laura, an inch or so shorter now though as she had kicked off her shoes on entering. Her outfit was about as appropriate as Laura’s for a fight, a denim mini skirt that bordered on micro and a strapless rouched corset top. Unfortunately she was moving very deliberately and did not look unsure of herself, rather determined and even angry.

The fight was sporadic, and seemed to Laura to last forever. They would clash, grapple and break away, before returning to try and best the other in a contest of strength again. Several times both of them were thrown to the floor, and came close to being pinned, but each time they had wriggled out to continue tenaciously.

As they circled each other for what seemed like the hundredth time Laura could see the other woman was as tired as she was, one of them would have to win this soon. Even as she was thinking this her opponent had obviously came to the same conclusion and decided to go for broke. With a shout she charged Laura catching her around the waist and slamming her into the wall behind. As she was crushed against the wall behind her, Laura still managed to get her hands behind the other woman’s back and hold on locking them both in a tight bundle against the wall.

As her opponent ducked down to try and pull her legs from beneath her, Laura found her hands slip down and under the hem of the Hispanic girl’s skirt, ending up resting on a pair of very tight and firm buttocks. As she felt the glossy fabric of a thong slip past her fingers she knew what she had to do. Grabbing the thong she pulled hard and savagely, pulling the material deeply through her ass.

The Hispanic girl yelped and immediately her grip broke as she flailed at the fabric biting into her. Laura did not miss the opportunity and pushed against the wall. The two of them landed in a pile with Laura on top. Her opponent was still preoccupied with removing the deeply buried fabric so Laura, seeing the opening grabbed for the front of the thong and pulled again.

The wail from her opponent made many of the girls wince. The Hispanic girl thrust her hip up in the air trying desperately to relive the pressure against Laura’s savage pulling, which made it very easy for her to keep the girls shoulders pressed firmly into the floor. The count seemed to take forever, and she worried that at any moment the girl might start clawing her or worse, but she remained fixated on the pain in her pussy caused by the wedged thong. When it was over and Laura rolled off it took the other girl several seconds to realise what had happened. Her expression changed from bewilderment, through shock and settled on fury as she glared at Laura. With a cry she launched herself at Laura, but never made it more than a few steps before two of the guards had grabbed her and dragged her off screaming obscenities and kicking.

As the gate opened for her to leave the arena she forgot her weariness and her brutal opponent. A wide smile broke out on her face as she walked through the door, knowing that the remaining women were watching how she swayed her hips. The golden glow of the tunnel swallowing her in.