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Rose Blossoms 03
by The Technicians
Rose had won her last three Greased Gladiator contests. Things were going very well and Master
was very happy with her. Then came the match three weeks ago. Rose climbed into the ring
confident that she could find the weakness of her opponent and take advantage of it like she had
done so easily three times before. The crowd was unusually quiet as Rose waited for her
opponent to enter the ring. Rose sensed that something not normal was going on when the
ringmaster entered the ring before her opponent and the microphone lowered to meet him.
"Masters and Mistresses," he began. "Tonight we have something very special. Last time this
slave - pointing to Rose - defeated for the very first time, Kim June Sung, the long-standing
champion slave owned by Mistress Joan. Mistress Joan has taken that as a personal defeat and to
clear the blemish from her name has claimed the right of "grudge match" against this slave.
The crowd gasped and the buzzing of conversation filled the room. The ringmaster waited for
the crowd to quiet slightly and continued, " Mistress Joan recognizes that if she loses this match,
she, herself, will be enslaved. Normally such a grudge match is between two Mistresses or
Masters who have an extreme grudge to settle between themselves. The winner normally
enslaves the loser."
"This is the first time at this club that a Mistress has ever deigned to fight a mere slave, so the
council of Masters has had to make a ruling. The ruling is this: This slave, if she loses, will
remain the property of her current Master, but will be rematched against the slave Kim June Sung
at our next meeting and the win will be counted as Kim June's."
The ringmaster cleared his throat as if what he had to say next was difficult. He again pointed at
Rose. "Since this slave cannot own another slave, if by some strange happenstance, Mistress
Joan loses, she will be sold at the end of the match to the highest bidder and the money will be
deposited in the Club's special fund."
Again the crowd gasped and buzzed as it sank in that a Mistress might be auctioned as a slave at
the end of this match. The ringmaster waited patiently until the room once again became almost
quiet and then he announced loudly, "Let the match begin."
As the microphone rose once again into the darkness above the ring and the ringmaster climbed
over the ropes, Rose's opponent entered the ring. She was wrapped in a white cape with gold
lettering that proclaimed "Mistress Joan" in large golden script. This may have been the first
time that Mistress Joan had matched herself against a slave, but it was obvious that it was not her
first time in the ring. She twirled in the center of the ring causing her cape to fly outward and
reveal her glistening, naked body. Then, in one graceful move she completed her spin, tore the
cape from her body, and hurled it over the ropes into the hands of a familiar looking Asian girl in
the crowd. Mistress Joan then turned to face Rose, smiled broadly, and stepped close to Rose so
that she could say, just loudly enough for her to hear, "I know your weakness, and you are going
to lose everything tonight."
Something deep in Rose's stomach - or perhaps it was her cunt - quivered as she heard those
words, but the match was set. The fight had begun and Rose automatically began sidestepping in
a circle around the ring. As she kept her distance and moved slowly around the ring, she studied
Mistress Joan looking for a weakness. The blond's weakness had been her sagging tits. The
sissy boy's weakness was his clumsiness and his dandling penis. Kim June's weakness had been
her long hair. Mistress Joan's weakness was... Mistress Joan's weakness was... nothing.
Mistress Joan was a woman - no dangling penis. She had relatively small breasts - nothing to
grab hold of. Her body was lithe and muscular as had been Kim June's..., but she had no hair.
Not only was Mistress Joan's cunt totally bare and smooth, there was absolutely no hair
anywhere on her body or on her head. Even her eyebrows were gone. Her head was as greased
and glistening as the rest of her muscular body. For some reason the word "Alopecia" came to
Rose's mind.
Why Rose knew that Alopecia causes the loss of all body hair, she didn't know. What Rose did
know was that there was no weakness that she could see in the woman that stood before her. She
would have to rely on speed and strength to somehow take the Mistress off her feet and pin her to
the ground as she had done to Kim June.
Or at least that was her plan. When Rose made her first lunge at Mistress Joan, however,
Mistress Joan reacted with incredible speed and grabbed her arm and pulled her violently
forward. Rose found herself falling heavily to the mat just has Kim June had done in the
previous match. Unlike Kim June, though, Rose recognized what was happening and rolled
onto her back as she hit the mat so that she was already lying face up as Mistress Joan slammed
down on top of her.
Just like Rose and Kim June had been in their match, they were now lying in an almost 69
position. But unlike that time with Kim June, it was Mistress Joan on top and it was her cunt
that was already pressed tightly against Rose's glistening face.
"This is your weakness, bitch," grunted Mistress Joan. "Secretly, you want to be dominated by a
woman. Secretly, you want me to force you to eat my cunt. Secretly, you want me to force you
to cum with my tongue. Secretly, you want me to fuck you in the ass!"
With that Mistress Joan began attacking Rose's cunt lips with her tongue. She licked and slurped
and nibbled at her clit and Rose found herself responding to the sudden stimulation. Wrestling
naked in front of all these people was, in itself, very sexually stimulating, but the shame and
humiliation of being mouth raped before them was too much for Rose. She tried to bring the
victory stick up to force it into Mistress Joan's ass that was right before her face, but instead she
found herself responding to Mistress Joan's mouth by greedily licking and slurping at the cunt
that was pressed against her own face.
Knowing that it was wrong... knowing that she would be punished for it... she found herself
allowing her body to crest higher and higher and higher until suddenly a tremendous orgasm tore
through her and she screamed and shuddered and quivered beneath the now sweat-drenched
naked body of Mistress Joan.
Then everything went black. Either the cunt pressed against her mouth had cut off her air supply,
or the orgasm that tore through her was so intense that she blacked out, but in any case she
temporarily lost consciousness. When she regained her senses, she was face down in the middle
of the ring with Mistress Joan's victory stick protruding from her ass, and Mistress Joan was
dancing around the ring in a very erotic victory dance.
Rose slowly crawled to the edge of the ring and with very shaky legs she climbed over the ropes
and down onto the floor to stand beside her Master. It was not until she was standing, head down
and shame-faced, next to Master that she realized that she still had Mistress Joan's butt-plug
dildo sticking out of her ass. As she reached around with her hands to remove it, Master said
curtly, "Leave it!" So, shamefaced and crying with her head bowed almost down to her chest, she
stood for the rest of the evening with the victory stick protruding from between her ass cheeks.
Those were the last words that Master had spoken to her. Just before it was time to leave,
Mistress Joan came up to her and Master pointed to the victory stick and then to Mistress Joan.
Rose knew that he meant for her to remove it and return it to her, so she pulled it from her ass
and started to place it in Mistress Joan's hand.
"Clean it," ordered Mistress Joan and Master gave her a very small nod indicating that she should
follow her order. Rose stuck the butt-plug into her mouth. It was warm from being insider her
for so long and it was slick with slime from her ass and with the grease from the fight and with
her own sex juices which had drenched it during her intense orgasm. She cleaned it thoroughly
with her mouth and tongue and placed it in the outstretched hand of Mistress Joan.
Master then turned and began to walk away. Rose instinctively fell in step just behind him and
followed him towards the door. She had expected him to stop and let her pick up her clothing,
but he continued toward the exit and she continued to follow him. She had, after all, lost and
deserved to remain naked. They left the club and walked across the street to where Master had
parked the car. Normally, she would have entered the small office with Master as he gave the
ticket stub to the valet to retrieve his car, but tonight Master pointed to the sidewalk just outside
the office door and that is where Rose stood until the valet arrived with the car.
It was a cool evening. Her nipples puckered in the cold night air. Twice, young men in passing
cars rolled down their windows and shouted something at her. It may have been the same young
men or two different cars. It made no difference. Rose paid no attention to what they said. All
she could think of was that Master was displeased... very displeased.
When the car finally arrived, Master got in and then opened the trunk using the button on the
dashboard. Rose knew what to do even though Master had never done this to her before. She
climbed into the trunk and pulled the lid down over her. It shut with a very solid "thunk" and
everything went dark.
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END CHAPTER THREE OF FIVE
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