Fathia's Challenge!

Fathia was pleased at the girl's obedience as she stopped for a moment to look over the goth girl, appreciating her work. She then bent over and kissed Didi hard on the lips and while she did, she attempted to pull the goth's hands back nad tie her to the ring post with her own bra. If she was successful, she would retrieve her stick and turn it towards Didi. She poked at Didi's sex with the stick and grinned. "Let's see how far this thing will go in you bitch." She said. "I want to see just how much of a dirty slut you really are! I want you so fucking sore that you'll remember who fucked you long after that potion wears off." She said and jabbed Didi again. "Now fuck it!" she growled as she knelt down so the goth could get a good position on it.

Seemingly powerless to resist being tied down, Didi let out a pleading whine as the staff prodded her sex. "Pussy... fuck...." she rambled. "Dirty, dirty, dirty slut!"

Didi arched her back, bending herself up off the mat so that her back was almost parallel with the ground. She spread her legs and hump heatedly on the staff, sliding it almost alarmingly deep inside her as she rode it up and down, soaking it with her wetness and dripping messily onto the mat. "Fuck your dirty slut!" Didi screamed, visibly lost, perhaps even delirious, in her lust. "Fuck it! Fuck it! Deeper! Deeper! Want it ALL! Make me..." she paused only a second as she squirted again, coating the staff with her cum and thrusting on not two second later. "...cum by brains out, my perfect master!!"

Fathia obliged as she began to pump the stick in and out of Didi, matching the pace that the Goth was settign with her humping. She gleefully watched as cum ran down the staff. Though it was her most prized possesion, it was used to this kind of rough treatment. Though it had never been made into an instrument of pleasure, she had often times had to clean blood or other bodily fluids off of it. "Nasty little whore! I see you cumming like a filthy dog! You've orgasmed so much already, can your body really hold up to this kind of fucking?" She said as she jammed the staff into Didi hard, trying to make it painful as well as pleasurable. She wanted the girl to ache.

The staff pounding into her pelvic bone, making Didi wail painfully as it sank into her deepest reaches. "YES!" she shrieked anyway, even though her body knew otherwise. "Yes give it to me!" she pleaded on. "Deeper! Harder! Master, fuck me! I love it! I love it! Hurt me! Touch me! Touch meeee!" Her body spasmed oddly here and there out of pain, pleasure, or both. "I'm yours! I'm your filthy slutty doggy!" she screamed in painful submission.

Fathia continued to pump the staff in and out of Did until she was certain the girl would feel it the next day. She then pulled out her staff which was a mess of cum and sweat and grinned. She reached down and grabbed the vile and the sack of gold and slipped the vial into her cleavage. She carried the gold with her other hand and then walked over to Did and gripped her chin roughly. "Remember..." She growled. "We wrote the book on it and you're a few hundred years too late to the party princess." She then spit on Didi's forehead and turned and walked out of the ring proudly, leaving Didi tied to the ringpost naked and soaking in her own juices.

Didi thrashed through a final orgasm as the staff left her, whimpering and thrusting at the air desperately. Fathia's hand directing her weak neck easily. She cooed adoringly anyway, but a flash of fear went through her eyes anyway. "Fuck me, mistress... please..." she pleaded a final time.

To perhaps her greatest shame, she came again after the spit hit her face, shuddering and collapsing in a heap in the ringpost. The officials had to untie her for her, and her last bits of strength were spent thrusting weakly and wantingly at the air.