Nicolette Ch. 02
Keywords: Ch., Nicolette, 02,
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..and what? She asked herself.
God help me, fascination, arousal and nasty sluttish lust and perhaps, perhaps even some weird feelings of attraction!
She shook her head as she watched him came towards her. His eyes unreadable behind the dark glasses once again.
"Today will be different," he said.
"What, I don't get to be fucked sore and senseless?" Nicolette said with considerable bitterness.
He laughed and replied " Oh yes, you will be fucked. Your only purpose is to be fucked, by me and by any to whom I chose to give you." He took her by the hand and led her to another room as he said,
"Yes indeed today you will be fucked but you will get some healthy exercise as well."
Nicolette sighed and listened to what he had planned, her surprise growing as he spoke.
******
The adjacent room was bare, apart from a treadmill, training bench and four large padded mats in the centre of the space. Nicolette saw the ever-present webcams on the ceiling and walls. He had never explained them but she knew enough about technology to be aware that everything they did was probably either being watched live or recorded.
Reality TV with hardcore action, she thought. I wonder what the Nielson ratings are like?
It did not occur to Nicolette that her silent cynical send up could be more accurate than she imagined. Even as they stood in the centre of the floor, money was flowing into his electronic account and monitor screens in many countries were streaming the live feed of her training in front of men and women who had paid well for the privilege.
He had explained to her that later in the day she would have to wrestle another woman. They were to try and pin each others shoulders and most things were permissible, short of serious injury.
"Anything goes in Absolute Domination." he had said.
"I work out once or twice a week," she said, at least I used to, Nicolette had thought, "but I've never fought anyone." she had objected.
"Then we will practice," he had said, tripping her up and sending her crashing to the mats as he laughed at her.
Winded, Nicolette watched from the floor as he slipped off his clothes. He stood over her in just his mask and tight black trunks that moulded his muscular butt and pouched around his already swelling maleness.
Nicolette looked at his body properly for the first time and found it compact and toned but not over muscled. He was hairier than she usually liked but not unpleasantly so. She found it strange that this man had taken her in every way she had thought possible, done things with and to her she had never dreamt of and had lain with her tenderly in the nights yet this was her first real look at him. Apart that was from his face.
I know nothing about him or why he is doing this, she thought. A chill ran along her spine as she thought again, he still hasn't shown me his face. Is that a good sign, does it mean that he could release me sometime and he would rather me not identify him? A second thought, even more chilling, or is it for the cameras, so he cannot be linked to any of this or what may become of me?
Nicolette had no time for further thought, as he fell upon her with his massive hands.
They wrestled on the mats, Nicolette pummelled and thrown around, unable to get to grips with his powerful limbs.
He showed her hand holds and choke holds, grips and locks as well as ways to use her legs to topple and squeeze the breath from an opponent.
She was sweating and breathing hard trying to lock her legs around him and twist him over, when he jammed three rigid fingers into her and used the leverage and grip to lift her pelvis from the mats.
"Fuck, that hurts, Master!" she squealed, then grunted as his thumb ground hard against her pierced clitoris. He grabbed a breast, using the grip to flip her over onto her back. His hand buried in her belly, pulled her hips into the air, forcing her shoulders against the floor, holding her there as they both breathed heavily against each other, sweat slick skin slipping on skin. Her musk filling his nose and the silky satin flesh engulfing his hand excited him.
"I told you, anything goes in Absolute Domination," he said, sliding his fingers out of her then running both hands along her legs to grip her ankles, pushing her knees up against her shoulders.
Nicolette remembered this position well and was very
soon ready for him
.
"Yesss, Master, do me, please." She moaned "Do me hard like you did before" she said against his neck, letting her arms fall to the mat in surrender.
She saw the raw lust in his eyes and his feral grin just before he buried his masked head between her legs. Nicolette gave herself up to the pleasure of his mouth and probing tongue. Then,
"I said you would get fucked today," he growled as he entered her.
******
Nicolette arrived at the venue blindfold and shackled in the back of a closed van as before. The journey had been no less comfortable but she had decided that she must be more accepting of such things now. There was little else she could do and the constant anger and rebellion was emotionally exhausting.
He released her and handed her a pair of impossible spike heels and a filmy long garment to put on. Still blindfolded she had difficulty with the gown so he helped her with the ribbon ties.
Then he led her in barely stable pecking footsteps across an open area where she felt a chill breeze on her naked skin beneath the gown. They went through several doors and corridors until he eventually removed her eye mask to leave her blinking in the bright lights.
The arena was the size of a High School gymnasium; on further reflection Nicolette thought that it probably was just that, secretly borrowed for the event. A few strategically placed props, a painted back drop and some simple stage dressing transformed it into the fighting pit of the Absolute Domination website.
Cameras were scattered around the space set up on tripods covering the fighting mats, attended by a few bored looking technicians in tan shorts and black tops, emblazoned with the website logo, a cartoon yellow fist grasping a red dildo pushed in a woman's face.
Two dozen or so onlookers milled around chatting, sipping tall drinks and laughing too loudly. Nicolette noticed that there were some elegantly dressed women in the small crowd but they were outnumbered roughly four to one by men. It was hard to tell if they were with any of the men or each other as they just seemed to drift through the crowd. Nicolette decided that they were probably part of the entertainment. She looked down for the first time at her gown. It covered her from neck to ankle and draped in deep folds. Her breasts pushed against the fine cloth, which shimmered like fine-spun gold. Nicolette lifted her arm and saw the woven cloth was so translucent as to be mere gossamer that caught the light. It did not cover her; instead it enhanced her form with a cobweb of golden light.
Spread around the rest of the room were small knots of two or three people, a woman wearing little other than the briefest of bikini panties was at the centre of each of the five groups. Nicolette had forgotten for the moment she was completely nude underneath her gown until a technician pointed at her and all the lenses quickly swung to focus on her.
Blushing from shame and something else that made her stomach tighten and her nipples harden, Nicolette allowed herself to be lead into the contestant's area.
She stood patiently as he left her side and went to speak to several men in expensive casual clothes, who she assumed, were the organisers.
No one seemed to think it strange he was masked, perhaps he was known to them, she thought.
She saw their nods and smiles, a few shaken hands and then he returned to where she was standing and took her arm once again in his big hand .
Nicolette started suddenly as he held her. I was left untied in an open place, she told herself, he left me alone when I could have run!
She felt suddenly off balance mentally, the shock of his apparent trust was too much to absorb just yet. I need to pull myself together, she thought. If I am ever to get away from him, she thought, I must not be too distracted by this strange world he has plunged me in to.
I am an unwilling captive, she told herself, I should be trying to escape from my captor. But it seemed less than convincing to her as she silently said it.
At the back of her mind there was a nagging small voice, hard to keep ignoring, that kept asking, how unwilling are you Nicolette? Do you really want to leave him?
"You are to be the last bout, watch the others closely," he told her softly. "Remember, anything goes in this place."
Nicolette stood next to him, her slim hand buried in his big fist. It might be her imagination but it seemed to her that he was not holding her to restrain her, but to keep her by him as a companion.
She took pleasure in the warm feeling in her belly caused by his powerful presence next to her.
Looking around at the other contestants, some shifting from foot to foot and others shaking their limbs to loosen them, she thought they looked like sprinters nervously waiting for their call to the starting blocks.
Nicolette was able to categorise the women combatants in two distinct types. Lean, muscled athletic women, not unattractive, but sharper in their features, a little too hard to be called beautiful, more that old fashioned term, handsome.
The second type was softer, less toned in their bodies and with conventionally prettier faces.
It was in their eyes that they were most different, she thought. Aggressive, sharp glances compared to downcast, submissive looks. Nicolette wondered where the audience placed her, as aggressor or victim?
The first match was between an athletic, hard bodied olive skinned brunette and a softer pale complected blonde.
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Keywords: Ch., Nicolette, 02,