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Rose Blossoms

Part 2

Rose Blossoms 02

by The Technicians


Rose soon became the reigning Southern Belle at the club.   Southern Belle matches, however,

were primarily for rookie fighters, so Master moved her to the catfight division.  Catfights were

basically the same as the Belle matches except that the fighters started with fewer clothes and the

winner not only had to strip their opponent, they also had to pin them to the mat just as in a

normal wrestling match.  


Since there was so little clothing, it was usually gone soon after the girls entered the ring.  From

that point on, the two naked slaves wrestled each other until one of them was pinned or gave up.

Again some of the fighters were sissy slaves rather than women, but fighting totally naked in the

catfights they had the definite disadvantage of something hanging between their legs.  Anything

that your opponent could grab hold of could be used as a handle to drag you to the mat.  Most

female slaves preferred to catfight sissy slaves rather than another female slave.  They had a

much higher likelihood of winning against a sissy.


Whether the loser of the catfights was male or female, they would be forced to crawl, still naked,

out of the ring to service the Masters and Mistresses in the crowd for the rest of the night.  The

winner would return to stand beside their master or mistress.  Rose never lost a catfight, but

always returned to stand next to Master for the rest of the evening or until he commanded her to

do otherwise.


The third category of matches in which female slaves would fight were called "Greased

Gladiators."  Male slaves, female slaves and sissy slaves all fought in this category.  Sometimes

it was male vs male.  Sometimes male vs female.  Sometimes female vs female.  Normally, a

female slave was not matched against a male unless the female was being punished by her Master

or Mistress or the male's slave Master or Mistress wanted them publicly humiliated by losing

against one of the more powerful female gladiators.  For Greased Gladiator matches, sissy slaves

were usually listed as female in the match cards and treated as such.


For this kind of match, both slaves started out naked and greased, thus the name, "Greased

Gladiators."  Actually it wasn't grease, but a special, extra slippery kind of thick baby oil. The

rules of the match were simple.  The winner of the match was the first one to fuck the loser in the

ass.  The "victory fuck" determined the winner.  Nothing else mattered.  For male slaves, that

meant literally what it said.  For female slaves, it involved forcing a butt-plug shaped dildo,

called a "victory stick,"  into your opponents ass. 


Sometimes, a female Greased Gladiator wore a heavy strap-on harnesses to hold her dildo, but

unless they were fighting a sissy slave, that was actually a disadvantage because it tended to give

their opponents something easy to grab hold of.  Slaves wearing strap-ons usually lost, so most of

the female Greased Gladiators just carried their victory stick into the ring with them and risked

having it knocked out of their hands during the fight.


Beyond being publicly impaled in the ring by your opponent, there were no public punishments

for the losers.  There were also no official rewards for the winner.  What happened as the result

of side bets between the slaves, or what happened in private afterwards was totally up to the

Master or Mistress.


Rose lost several of her first matches as a Greased Gladiator.  It was a special kind of fighting

and time after time she ended up face down on the mat with a victory stick firmly imbedded in

her ass.  Once her opponent even managed to "victory fuck" her while she was standing face to

face grappling with her opponent.  Obviously there was more than strength and wrestling skill

needed to win.


As Rose continued to lose, Master's punishments became more intense, but at the same time so

did her training.  Master hired a coach to teach Rose how to see or to sense a person's weakness

and to use that weakness to defeat them.  Rose soon came to realize that it was strategy as much

as strength or skill that determined the winner.  You could be fastest or strongest or whatever, but

if you opponent knew how to maneuver you so that they could get to your ass, you ended up a

victory-fucked loser with the handle of a victory stick protruding from between your ass cheeks.


Rose's first win as a Greased Gladiator was against a very busty blond who was more than past

her prime.  Rose paused for only a moment to evaluate the situation and them dropped her

victory stick to the mat and immediately lunged for the blond's huge sagging udders.  With one

floppy tit gripped tightly in each hand, Rose quickly pulled her opponent to the ground.  The

blonde hit hard and the impact with the floor momentarily knocked the wind out of her.  Before

she could recover, Rose dropped across her back, grabbed her victory stick from the mat where

she had left it, and with one powerful thrust drove it home.


The crowd was chanting, "Rose, Rose, Rose" as she climbed out of the ring and stood next to

Master.  Master leaned over to her and said quietly in her ear, "Good job, Rose, but pride does

not befit a slave."   The smile left Rose's face and she stood quietly beside Master for the rest of

the evening.


Her second winning match had been against a sissy slave.  "This is just too easy," thought Rose

as she bounced easily away from the clumsy young man.   Then as he lunged forward trying to

grab her hair, she ducked beneath his arms, grabbed his dangling penis with her free hand and

pulled him toward her while rolling out from under him. 


Since he was already leaning forward, he was pulled way off balance and landed solidly on his

chest.  As soon as he hit the mat, and before he could roll or recover, Rose pounced upon him

and laying flat upon his back so that he could not escape, drove home the victory stick.  Again

the crowd erupted in cheers of "Rose, Rose, Rose," but this time as Rose climbed out of the ring,

she knew to keep her head down like the humble slave she was.  She went meekly to stand naked

and glistening at the side of her Master.  Any pride in the moment belonged to him, not her.


Rose's third match after she began winning was against a petite oriental girl who had the body -

and the moves - of a dancer.  She was lithe and fast and spun away from Rose's every attempt to

catch or hold her.  It was pretty obvious that the oriental girl's strategy was to tire Rose out and

then move in for the kill.  Rose's intense training, however, kicked in and she noticed that

whenever the girl would spin away from her grasp, her long, straight, black hair would fly in an

arc as she spun.   More than that, Rose saw that the girl always spun so that she was moving

away from Rose's closest hand.

                        

Rose tested her observations with a couple of grabs at the girl's waist, then moving in close, she

faked grabbing for the girl's waist while keeping her other hand high and ready.   It meant

dropping the victory stick, which was very dangerous with this skilled an opponent, but that

didn't matter.  What did matter was that as Rose lunged forward with her left hand, the girl began

to spin away exactly as predicted, and, exactly as planned, she was suddenly pulled off balance

and to the mat as Rose's right hand closed tightly around her flying hair.


Rose immediately leapt upon the fallen girl and held her tightly to the ground while at the same

time trying to retrieve the dildo she had dropped to the mat in order to catch the girl's hair.  The

Asian girl squirmed beneath her and managed to turn over so that she was on her back.  But to do

so she had to press against the mat with both hands.  While she was doing that, her own victory

stick went rolling across the mat out of her reach.


Rose, sensing that the girl beneath her was now basically helpless, spun around so that she was in

what was almost a tight 69 position front to front with the girl while still holding her pinned to

the mat.  Rose ignored the cheers from the crowd and the cries of "Eat her pussy before you fuck

her ass!"  Instead, Rose concentrated on holding the girl beneath her while stretched out her arms

to reach her own victory stick.


Rose had to slide further down the Asian's body in order to reach her butt-plug dildo and just as

she grabbed it, the Asian girl was able to raise between Rose's legs and slam her face into Rose's

cunt.  The Asian girl probably hoped that the pain would cause Rose to slide off her, but it had

the opposite effect and as the girl continued to ram her face into Rose's cunt, Rose began to grunt

and moan with passion, not pain.  Sensing this, the Asian stopped slamming her head against

Rose and started lapping vigorously.  She knew that Rose was extremely sexually excited from

the fight and she was evidently hoping to drive Rose high enough to distract her with pleasure so

that she could slide free. 


Her plan seemed to be working as Rose ground back against the Asian's mouth.  Rose seemed to

be losing herself in lust and pleasure.  The Asian girl's plan seemed to be working so she

redoubled her efforts.  Then, just as Rose's bucking and moaning seemed to reach a peak, the

pinned girl suddenly twisted herself in a quick move designed to turn over and slide out from

under her opponent. 


Unfortunately for her, that was exactly what Rose was waiting for.  As the Asian dancer began to

turn over on the mat, she exposed her ass for just a moment.   Rose drove the victory plug

downward in a coup-de-grace that entered in one swift stroke.  The Asian girl had never lost a

match before and judging from the pitch and intensity of her scream as the victory stick entered

her, nothing else had ever entered that opening before either.


The dancer's ear splitting scream drowned out Rose's more guttural, moaning scream as she

collapsed back on top of the girl and shuddered in what was obviously a tremendous orgasm.

Once again the crowd went wild with shouts and applause while Rose shakily climbed from the

ring and attempted to stand quietly next to Master.  Though she knew it was wrong, she could not

help smiling broadly to herself as she stood there glistening with baby oil grease, sweat, and her

own pussy juices that were flowing down her thighs.


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END CHAPTER TWO OF FIVE

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