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    A whip, consisting of many leather thongs about two feet long was thrown up to the man and he started. Tara flinched when the first lash bit across the buttocks. She couldn't hear it land because of the count of "One!" which went up on all sides. But she saw the woman's back arch and her hips thrust forward, away from the whip. But before the second lash she saw the woman look behind her to see when it was coming and then spread and brace her feet a little farther out from the post. For all the world it looked to Tara as if she was deliberately offering her backside to the whip.
    "Two!"
    "Three!"
    "Four!"
    The crowd yelled the count. And Tara saw the red swathes begin to appear on the woman's skin. On and on the count mounted as the whip smacked down, its lashes splaying across the body as it landed. By ten lashes the man had altered his target and was now working across the shoulders and upper back, and Tara noticed with ever mounting incredulity that the woman's body wasn't twisting and arching so violently now, rather the hips were rotating and the back writhing almost as though she was being made love to. She was even looking over her shoulder at the man who was beating her with a look that Tara couldn't fathom. It seemed to be made up of appeal, fear and excitement in equal parts.
    "Fifteen!"
    "Sixteen!"
    "Seventeen!"
    At twenty lashes it finally stopped and the woman slumped till her weight was completely taken by her wrists. The man stepped forward and dug the fingers of one hand between her spread legs. Immediately she jolted up again and Tara heard her moan quite plainly as she was penetrated publicly once again. For a few seconds the man worked his fingers inside her and then withdrew, holding his hand up for all to see. Tara couldn't believe, but had to accept the evidence of her eyes. His fingers were glistening with vaginal secretions. The woman had been juicing under the whip! Wild cheering broke out once again, and once again arms were held out but with the thumb pointing up this time.
    Tara slumped back in her seat as the woman was led away, a wild swirl of emotion surging through her. Conor poured her another drink.
    "Well?" he asked
    "It's horrible!.......I mean it's....no........who are these people?" Tara stumbled helplessly with her words as her thoughts failed to collect themselves.
    "They're just ordinary people who get their kicks this way. Nearly every woman in the audience has been in the ring at one time or another, and most have had a good public thrashing too. Does it excite you Tara?"
    "No!......I......I don't know." She did though. She knew her cheeks were flushed, and that if she looked down at her chest, the flush would be spreading down towards her breasts which felt tight against the bodice of her dress. And worse, she knew that her nipples would be proudly pushing the fabric into telltale peaks which Conor couldn't fail to notice. As for her sex, it had been on heat nearly all day and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her thighs rubbed the wet rag that her lacy thong had become.
    She attempted a rally and sat up, "So what's up next?" she asked brightly. "Naked male wrestlers? Or don't I get that lucky?"
    Conor smiled calmly. "Sometimes we have them. There are quite a few mistresses about. But tonight it's all women, and you'll like the next fight. Dildos."
    Tara was about to ask what he meant when the audience around them erupted again. Once more two men were leading women into the ring. But this time the women were already naked except for heavy strap-on dildos waving obscenely from their crotches and held on by leather harnesses which encircled their waists and thin straps which ran between their legs, either side of their labia up the buttock crease and then buckled onto the belts. One of the women caught Tara's eye, she was tall and slender with slight, but prettily uptilted breasts, her opponent was a big breasted woman, more stocky and less attractive in Tara's opinion.