Just a whore… Susicol@hotmail.com A warrior believes in a quick victory. His opponent doesn’t give in. « I guess you’d better surrender right away, dear Sally… You don’t stand a chance anyway.» Perhaps I am a little bit optimistic, but why not give it a try. If she surrenders now, I won’t have to fight and beat her. Not that there is any risk in it : I am 5 inches taller than she is, and at least thirty pounds heavier. And she is just a girl....The fight wouldn’t last very long. Better get over with it. This fight : the final showdown. In the middle of the woods, just between our camp and theirs.. Since the feud between our gangs started, and got out of hand, everybody has been waiting for it. That’s why there are such a bunch of spectators. My gang, girls and boys, and hers, only girls : all of them convinced of female superiority. Just imagine the idea. This fight is meant to be final. The loser looses everything, the winner takes everything : including the loser. That is why I will win : Sally will end up as my property, she will be my slave. « And why would I surrender right away, dear ? What is in it for me ? I will end up as your slave anyway, won’t I ? » « Oh, but if you save me the trouble, I will be very kind to you. You will just be my personal slave, I won’t make a public whore out of you. » Indeed, I do not want to damage my future property. And some property it will be. Look at her as she is standing there : black combat boots, black mini skirt, black halter-top. Indeed, she would look rather formidable, even from a twenty foot distance. Jet-black, long hair, steel blue eyes, high jaws, perfect abs, incredibly long legs, and above all : not an ounce of fat : nothng but muscles in the arms, the legs, the stomach. But she wouldn’t beat me, no way : too small, too light, too female. I myself am dressed in khaki : khaki boots, khaki shorts, and khaki shirt. Wouldn’t she better hurry ? She would know there is no issue for her. Soon she will be my prisoner, a little later she will be my slave. « Come on girl, surrender. Open your shoes, and pull them off. Then pull out your nice belt. That will be enough. Everybody will see what you mean. They will understand. You’re just not strong enough. My friends will take care of your girls.» She looks around. Her Amazons are standing behind her. I just see them : all looking so muscular, in the same attire : boots, short skirt, and halter top. All in their favourite power stance : feet spread, hands on hips. I presume my friends are standing behind me, in a very similar way. Sally looks behind her, as if she were asking her girls if they agree. They don’t say a word. I presume they are too afraid of their future, they wouldn’t like the prospect : slavery. Indeed they used to be a rather proud bunch. Soon on their knees. Their leader looks me in the eyes. Why doesn’t she just get rid of this belt and these boots ? « I am so sorry. I guess I won’t do your job. My girls don’t let me. I guess you will have to conquer us. But I will make you some promises. And I am used to keep them. Because I am going to beat you, to bring you to your knees. Look behind you : you are going to loose your gang. Especially look at your little wife there. She is so beautiful, i really like her : soon she will be one of my slaves. You’re going to loose all your property. You’re going to loose yourself as well : you will also be my slave. Look at your nice clothes : you are going to loose them. You won’t even have the chance to take them off yourself. And, dear Paul, listen carefully : Paul, this is the last time you hear your own name. My whores don’t have a name. Paul, just look around, look at the sky, it is the last time you see it in freedom. » I look up, look at the trees, the blue sky. I hear some yelling behind me. That hurts : she shot her left foot right between my legs, right into my balls. Those were my friends trying to warn me. Too late. How silly I have been. I bring down my hands to protect my crotch. Not fast enough, I see her left leg moving up again. She really hammers my balls. Still with the same foot. I do not think I will be using my whore tonight… I try to grab her leg. She withdraws, and jumps backwards. I am holding my balls, I just see her black boots. Those bastards really hurt me. I will just get back my breath, and then punish her. Really hard. I see her bouncing on her feet. She just jumps to the right. I do not see her feet any more. I know quickly enough where she is. She is behind me ! She takes my right elbow in her hands, and jerks it backwards, she grabs my right wrist in her left hand. She grabs it firmly, she starts turning. She chickenwings me. In the mean time she slides her right arm around my neck, and pulls me backwards. I am just standing on my toes. She curls backwards. I am nearly hanging on her arm. Rather helpless for the moment. Still trying to find my breath. « Listen little stupid boy. Rather simple ploy, wasn’t it. You know I could destroy you right away, don’t you ? » Of course I was stupid. But I am not going to surrender right away. That hurts even more : she turns my wrist even more : it makes my elbow as good as useless. She nearly dislocates it. She also strangles me even more. « Answer, stupid boy ! Can I destroy you. » Choose the lesser evil « Yes, you…can .. destroy …me » « That is nice, isn’t it. You are already talking when I want you to. Now shut up. Because I will tell you what I am going to do, how I will bring you down. I will first get your arm out of order. In fact, I am busy doing it. Then I will hammer your big belly and your silly head till you fall down. You will be right on your knees, the position of the loser. Then I will tie you up, and have just my way with you. First my prisoner, then my slave, then my whore. How you will regret this day, little boy. Oh, and look at your friends..» She turns me around. I expected to see them behind me. Nobody. « They just ran off, they don’t believe too much in you, do they ? Answer !» « NNNNNooo » « You don’t have to cry, this is just the beginning… And one more thing… You will go all the way : it is too late too surrender. That’s why I don’t destroy you yet. I want to have my fun. And you are my toy.» Surrender ? Just a tactical retreat. I will get her right away. « Aaah ! » She knows how to hurt. That pain shoots from my hand, my arm, through my shoulder, right to my head. I don’t feel that arm any more.. Obviously she released it. I just feel it dangling along my body. At last, she drops me. I fall to my knees, but I get up quickly. At last I can stand up, and hold myself upright. She is right in front of me, showing her knuckles, dancing around. I put my left shoulder in front. Of course this way my only good arm is of lesser use, but at least I can cover myself with my left arm. She dances to her left, my right. If I just could hit her once, that would give me a definite advantage. She would just loose her balance right away, I’d get the upperhand, and finish her. At last she will find her right place. I will just have to concentrate. She just cannot go on dancing away to my right. I have to cover my right side. That lame arm is not of great use. There she moves, I just can block that punch, she tries the right, the left, what a quick succession. I just go on stopping her : at least she doesn’t penetrate my defenses any more. She cannot hurt me any more. I think soon it will be my turn. She has to rest a little bit, she does not move any more. She still looks very collected. But this won’t last, after the first hit, I bring my left fist slightly back, I’m just arming my fist, it will connect nicely with her jaw, she will see a million stars in a second… There it goes. I just feel my arm flying through the air, and feel nothing but air.. I missed her! She moved out of the way ! I lost my balance slightly. A punch right into my belly : her right, her left : no defense left. I have to hurry, I bring down my arm, to cover my stomach more or less. I hear a big roar. Her supporters realise I am on the defensive. A hit on my chin : she just hit me with an uppercut. I have to protect my face, desperately. I let my chin down, I put my arm above my head. The roar gets overwhelming. She comes back to my stomach. She hammers it. Perhaps she doesn’t hit that hard, but she doesn’t stop. She ‘s got the stamina. I just stumble backwards. What had to happen, happens : I cannot keep my stomach muscles in form anymore. She destroyed those defenses as well. She hits right into my organs. I bring down my left arm. She finds the right answer. She targets my shoulder, from a very short distance. I feel her fists hitting my muscles. Those muscles just get sore. I cannot keep my fist up any more. Both my arms are hanging down. I just look down, at her feet. « Well, little boy, do you know where you are heading ? » I guess I start to know… A very bleak prospect. She has found a new target : my chest. I hardly can breathe anymore, she just goes on. I just see her boots. Suddenly she stops. If I could just recover of this treatment.. . She brings her slender fingers under my chin. I cannot do anything to stop her. I try to pull away, but her slender fingers hold my head very firmly. She lifts my chin. I just have to look straight into her eyes. And those steelblue eyes spell triumph. « Boy, you are going down… » She releases me, steps back some feet, strides forward, that long right arm goes up. Such a blow, right under my chin, followed by the other arm. I really did not need that. My head slams back, and I go forward. I do not feel any legs any more. I cannot keep upright any more. I feel my legs buckling. They cannot keep my weight any more. I am on my knees. I obviously do not look that triumphant. I try to rest on my left arm, to find some forces. « Oh no, you go down, all the way, my boy. » She kicks my arm away. I cannot find any rest. I just fall, right on my nose, my face into the ground. The roar is gigantic. I am beaten, and beaten badly. If this was just a bad dream, I would wake up. I don’t believe this is a dream. Just harsh reality. « That’s the way I like them : down, on their face, spreadeagled. Let’s take some pictures. » I feel her feet between my shoulder-blades. The o so classic victory pose. I am defeated. She is on her way. « Listen boy, I keep my promises. I brought you to your knees, I will finish my job. Remember what is your destiny ? Prisoner, slave, whore… » I’d rather not listen. I’m hardly in a position to deny it. I just look into the ground. I hear her supporters cheering. I feel her feet on both sides of my hips. Rather humiliating. She stands over me, and I cannot topple her, I cannot move. Even if I could, I wouldn’t dare any more, she just hits too hard. Even more applause. She sits down, right in the small of my back, her knees on both sides of it. She bows forward, and grabs my right arm. She really fulfills her promises. I feel a rope around my wrist. She pulls it very strictly. She gets my left arm, brings it to my right, and ties them together, so tightly. « Boy, if you did not know, this is the end to your futile resistance. From now on you are so much my prisoner. I guess even you can remember the rules. You just lost the right to speak. Why wouldn’t we make that obvious ? Open that big mouth. » I hesitate a little bit. She doesn’ like that. She grabs my nose, pulling back my head, and pinches my nostrils shut. I have to open my mouth. She puts a ball in it. It doesn’t go in right away. She pushes… it goes in. My mouth is totally filled. She pulls it back, using two straps : she locks it in my neck. I am being ballgagged. I must look ridiculous. Indeed, her amazons are laughing. « You’d better get up. Stop crying, this is just the beginning of your adventures, prisoner. From now on, it will just get worse, so much worse . » How such a beautiful woman can hurt so much. « Stand up, boy. Let’s walk back. Which way ? Doesn’t matter : everything is mine now. And nobody doubts you are mine. » She pulls my hair, and forces me up. I stand up. « Just go on walking, boy, you will see when we are there. » Is she going to throw me into jail ? A dungeon ? A brothel ? I do not have to ask where to go. The road is lined with young, strong, scantily clad, beautiful women : Amazons. They all want to see this triumph march. But not a triumph march for me, I am afraid. I’d never have thought I would fall so low. Sure, she’ll make me her slave, but wouldn’t she give me a honourable occupation ? More and more people along the road. The cheers get louder. I hear my conqueror laughing. All I can produce is a poor « Mmmpph ». There I see an arch across the road, a triumph arch. She stops me in front of it. « Boy, we’re nearly there. Not only our paradeground, but also a place you’re not likely to forget. The place where you will loose everything. Don’t think. There is not a thing you ‘re not going to loose. I will go in first. You will hear when I call you.» She goes forward. One of her companions stands next to me. Tremendous applause, cheers. « Sally, Sally, Sally ». I cannot see what happens. When the noise calms down, I hear her clear voice. « Amazons, what had to happen, happened. I vanquished the enemy. I conquered their leader. He is our prisoner. He will be my slave. He will be our whore ! » Cheers all over. They’re talking about me… « I won’t keep you waiting. Let him in, let his finest hour begin. » Eardeafening noise. It calms down. They are waiting for the big moment. The amazon gives me a push. She pushes me through it. I am on their ground. Rather formidable. Three stands full of women, laughing, shouting, pointing at me. In the middle of the place : a rostrum, my conqueror standing on it. And on the empty side, on the border of the forest, nearly between the trees : rather ominous. A great white cross. Spots trailed on it. I guess I know what it means. Not the sight I had imagined. « Come on, boy, you know where to go, where you have your appointment with your destiny ». At least fifty meters. But I will have to walk them. Or they will force me. I start walking. They are applauding me. I do not hesitate any more. But these are the longest meters I ever walked. Because I can hardly imagine what she will do to me. I stand in front of the cross. It is taller than I am, the beam is high. « Boy, you know what to do, don’t you ? I will take back that gag. You can breathe a little more. Than I will release your wrists. You’ll put your back against our instrument, and then you’ll hold up your arms. You’ll be nice, won’t you. There are a lot of girls who would like to give you a little treatment. » I believe her. I nod. She releases the ball gag. She pulls the ball out of my mouth. She cuts the ropes. I go towards the cross. I just get enough force to hold up my arms, slightly above my head. Before I can think, two of her helpers jerk at my arms, stretch them and stretch me out, pull ropes over the wrists, and the elbows. Before I can think I am crucified. She comes standing in front of me. She smiles. Her eyes are bright. She is even more beautiful than some minutes ago. But she isn’t mine. She looks she smells like victory. But how does she sound. « You’ve already lost your freedom. You lost the right to speak. You just lost your free will. Perhaps you didn’t realise : you got here without being physically forced. You already did what I wanted. You also lost your wife. They just told me my girls confiscated her. Or rather, she surrendered. We’re going to train her to become one of ours. She’ll begin as a servant. Not a slave : she still wears a skirt. Not too big, but a skirt. Now you lose your name. From now on you are number sixteen. Understood ? » I nod, perhaps she will be indulgent if I am obedient. « Oh, so nice, where is that arrogant bastard ? Perhaps in your chest. A pity I cannot see it. But no problem, I guess I will discover it. This will help me . » She holds up something shining brightly. A dagger. « Let’s begin with the work. Don’t worry if I damage that nice shirt. You won’t need it any more. But be sure, I won’t hurry. » She puts that blade under the highest button. It rests against my chest. It makes me shiver. « Afraid, Sixteen ? » Indeed, I know where she is heading for. She won’t show any pity, I’m afraid. But I don’t want that end. It is soawful. Everybody can see how she is going to degrade me, if I just had prepared that fight a bit better. Or resisted better. Or run away. Anything but this humiliation. I feel tears running down. I cannot stop them. « A little bit late, no ? Remember how you started ? Where is your pride ? Away, gone, just like this button. » She moves the dagger up swiftly, and off it goes. « And this one. » She moves down, The buttons don’t resist too long. I see them jumping around. She has opened my shirt. « Oh so little hair. But you know, a slave is not entitled to a shirt. » She means it. Will she release me to get rid of this shirt ? « No, get rid of your hope. I will do to that shirt what I do to you : total destruction. She puts the knife in my right sleeve. She pulls it, tears it open, right ot my neck. She cuts open the right side of it. The right front pane falls down. Same story on my left side. Left front pane, and the back side floating down. » « There, I’ve already liberated you of that silly military shirt. Let’s look at you. Combat shoes, socks, and those silly shorts. And then, for you to guess, for me to know. » Incredible laughter. Would there still be hope ? She caresses my chest. I would have liked that. « You are really my star prize, Sixteen. » The next move is symbolic, everybody knows it. When you loose your shoes, you loose your right to self-determination. You become the property of the winner of the shoes. I don’t have to explain what the loss of the shorts mean. Utter humiliation, which comes down to forced exile. She brings the knife under my eyes. « This little blade will decide your future, Sixteen. What will I take from you : your bonds, your honor, or everything ? » Please hurry, don’t torture me that badly. You can do to me what you want. Please show some pity, let me go, I won’t ever hurt you any more, I think. I hear the shouts « The shoes, the shoes.. » « Well, you know already : I promised you, I promised them. I will kneel for you, at your feet. » I could have done without that. I don’t dare to look. I can’t look, my eyes are full of tears. I just see a black and white spot at my feet. I feel pressure on my right foot, hear some snaps, and off is the pressure. She puts the blade in my left shoe, that one is finished as well. « Now, Sixteen hold up your right foot. » What can I do. I bend my knee, my foot goes up. She grabs the shoe, pulls on it. « Nice white socks ». She rolls the sock slowly, so slowly over my right foot. « Down , and left». Up goes my left foot, off my left boot. She rolls off the left sock. « Down » I put my left foot down. I feel the cold grass, I shiver all over my body, I stiffen. My fate is sealed. She laughs brightly. « He used to be a bad fighter, an easy prisoner ; now he is slave Sixteen ! » Extatic applause. I must look rather pathetic. « Don’t worry about thinking. You lost that right too. Just look at your feet. They tell you the story. » « I began with his top, then went to his other end. But you know, my target is in his middle. Right in his center. And I am not too far from it. Or would I keep him as a workingslave ? » « A whore, a whore, a whore ! » The shouts are relentless. « Oh yes, I heard them. But I like my slaves to be beautiful. And you aren’t up to my standards yet, sweet Sixteen. » What has she got in store ? Lipstick, she’s got lipstick in her right hand. And not just any lipstick : bright pink lipstick. She brings it close to my trembling lips, and applies it. « Keep your lips tight, darling ». Of course I obey. She goes all the way. « Just look, sweetheart. » She holds a mirror in front of me. She has painted a nice little heart on my lips. » The crowd laughs thunderously. Hasn’t she humiliated me enough ? Even if I would ever escape her possession, everybody knows me as a sweetheart slave. « Let’s get back to serious business. You already lost a nice part of your garderobe. Let’s see how we can lighten you up. I guess you haven’t got too much left, honey. » She looks down, right at my crotch. It is obvious what she is thinking about. « Nice belt, but a warrior’s belt. I do not think I ever saw a warrior with lipstick. Let’s see what we can do about it. » I remember how I won that belt, after my first victory. It seems ages ago. She comes closer, pushes herself up to me, looks me in the eyes, and touts her lips. She slides her hands behind my belt, on both sides of the clasp. She brings both ends closer, the belt cuts in my hips. Not long. She unclasps it, and lets it hang down. The pression on my hips is gone. It also means my shorts aren’t that secure any more. She pulls on the left side, and pulls on my belt. She stands back. She doesn’t do it swiftly. I feel it going out, loop by loop, centimeter by centimeter. I feel exactly which part is still held up. She stands a meter back. The belt is held in one loop « One less security sixteen ; two to go. ». She jerks it out. In the mean time, my cock isn’t shriveled any more, as it was. It gets harder ! Horrible : do I enjoy this treatment ? « Sixteen, we are approaching the end. The end of the beginning it is. The beginning of your new life. If you can call it a life. And stop crying. Think about the joy you will give us. But let’s get over with this show first.» Yes indeed, let me go, Mistress. « Let’s see if we can get any closer to our target. And my nice dagger will find the way. » I see her playing with is. She turns around, holds it up, shows it to her companions. Nobody doubts any more. She comes closer. She rubs my cock ! « Oh, nice, sixteen, you like the treatment. You will make an excellent slave. But let’s get closer, closer to the end. A button fly : that makes it just more enjoyable. Three more buttons. » She takes the bottom one in her hands, puts the blade under the threads. She cuts them, but so slowly. One by one. My lips are shivering, my legs are trembling, my tears are running in streams. One gone. She holds it before my eyes. She smiles. « Why are you so afraid ? You should know your destiny by now. You lost your right to wear clothes as well, remember ? » Number two. Same procedure. She throws it into the stands. Number three. The one but last. It goes off even more slowly. She stands back, looks at me. « Nice underpants you’ve got, sixteen. » How long will they last ? « But now for something very special. Surely you hadn’t expected to loose this fight, to loose all your rights, to loose your last bit of dignity ? But really, when you put on these shorts this morning, you didn’t expect a woman would be taking them away. And that’s what will be happening. All my girls will admire your underpants. » Would I at least be able to stick on to those ? She pulls the button towards her, tightens the threads, and starts sawing. Again so slowly. Damned, these are my shorts ! There it goes. Big cheers. She throws it away. She folds the pants open. I feel like peeled. I try holding my legs together. I press my butt against the cross. Not this humiliation. She tickles my pubis. My cock grows bigger. « Come on, don’t be ridiculous. You’re officially and legally my slave, remember. And you know I can hurt you. And I know you like it. Just do as I say. Open your legs just a little bit, and bring that big butt of yours forward. » Perhaps she will just show some pity, if I obey. I leave some space between me and the cross. I put my left foot a little bit to the left, one centimeter, two centimeter, five centimeter. I open my knees. I cannot keep my legs tight. I feel my shorts sliding. Over my butt, over my thighs, over my knees. They fall down on my feet. I must look an utter idiot : in my underpants, my shorts on my feet, crucified, helpless, honorless : the lowest of all slaves. So thinks the public, they enjoy this show. They also see what is happening : my cock is throbbing forward. « You know the drill by now : right, left, and quickly. » I lift up my right foot, my left, she takes the pants, and throws them into the fire. « That’s what I think about your honour. I would like you’d see yourself. Keep your head up, slave. Those are indeed nice underpants. Nice colours, blue, with white flowers But think about it. My whores show their qualities. Moreover, I guess your only instrument wants out as well. Some cuts are going to liberate it. As soon as it is free, I will show you what it is good for job. Be sure, nobody will forget it. » My hopes were in vain. Her aim is clear : utter destruction. « Small analysis : five centimeters high on the hips, three elastics : two around the legs, one around the hips. In it ; a huge cock. For the last time. Method : I’ll first cut the right leg elastic, on the hip, than the left leg elastic, then I’ll cut the main one on the left, and, if needed, the right, that would do the job.» She licks her dagger. I close my eyes. « Watch the last garment you will ever wear ! Open your eyes. You deserved all of this. Leader, Warrior Supreme, Fighter, Loser, Prisoner, Slave, Whore. Never forget : I keep my promises.» She puts the dagger through the fabric on my right hip, right into my flesh. I just give a little shout. « Shut up ». She moves it down, shreds the elastic. I loose all tension on my right thigh. «Three more cuts from destiny, honey ». Left thigh : prick in my left hip, cut. « Two to go » The public is silent. They just hear my sobbing. She likes this so terribly. She moves her fingers inside those underpants ! She tickles my cock. « Yesssss. I got you ! » She pinches it. I give a loud yell. She moves the dagger to my right hip. She cuts the fabric, slowly, so slowly, but so surely. At last she is at the elastic. She presses it on my hip on with two fingers. In between she starts cutting it. Then I see a big smile on her victorious face. She releases the fingers. The shorts snap away. Just held up by my stiff cock. Can the humiliation get worse ? « The last stop in a long journey : from hero to whore. » She leaves the fabric where it is. I hear the fabric cut away. Just four centimeters left I feel her fingers placed on my left hip, and feel her knife against my hip. « Are you ready, whore ? » She takes off her fingers, she pulls off the fabric, I see her running around with it in her hands. Huge applause, she comes back to me. « Let me show you what you are made for… » She takes my cock in her fingers. She massages it. It grows bigger. « Yes, baby, I am milking you. Don’t worry. I am so good at it. You won’t be able to resist my charm. » The girls are cheering her on. I try to keep my sperm back. She tickles me. « Come on, let it go, this is an order. Resistance is futile. » She squeezes my dick. The pressure increases. She releases her hold : I cannot hold any more. I explode. I scream ! The sperm shoots away, some meters. I hear a thundering roar of applause. « You see, you really do like it. You enjoy your new status, don’t you ? » I nod. I really liked that… I will be a better slave than I used to be a fighter. « But from now, I won’t help you any more. Show my girls you can do it by yourself. » She doesn’t stop the humiliation. I have to show myself as the whore I am. . She snaps her fingers. Off come the ties. I fall on my knees. I look up at her. I try to cover my privates with my hands. « You’ ve already been there. Is that your natural position, on your knees. Quite annoying in your new job. But be serious. What are you protecting there ? Your honour, your pride, your dignity ? Be normal, whore, or have you ever seen a prude whore. Just show us what you’ re worth, for your conquerors, your owners, your users. I want to see that big cock of yours, and some nice male milk coming out of it. » I hear that : she has something more in store : she really orders me to masturbate, in public. Really, what can I do ? I bring my hands around my shaft, take it firmly in my fingers. I move them slowly, faster, faster, my cock gets bigger, bigger. I feel it coming, there it is. Yes ! The crowd jumps up. I fall down, I want to bury my head. Spreadeagled, naked, helpless. « Nice job, rest two minutes, and than : up again, and start all over. Today is training day, tomorrow comes the real job.» At last everything is clear. I know where I belong. I am a whore for the rest of my life.