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She was distracted by a waiter hovering at her elbow.
    Conor shoved a wad of notes at her. "Last bets. There's two hundred there, put it on the one you reckon's going to get her dildo up the other first."
    Tara swallowed hard. If she put on a bet, it would mean she was joining in, accepting everything, conniving with these people around her in the humiliation of the two women. But her mind's eye treacherously replayed some of the action from the previous fight, it had been savagely erotic. Naked women pitted against each other for the pleasure of an audience, the winner making money for her man, the loser risking a public flogging; complete humiliation, yet utterly raw sexual excitement.
    "The tall one," she said curtly and gave the money to the waiter, who she now realised had been leering down the front of her dress. So what? The evening was hot with the atmosphere of sex. She straightened her shoulders and sat back a little to give him a better view as he wrote out her ticket and gave it to her. She noted quickly that she had backed Amanda.
    The contest was a much tougher one this time. Both women were obviously more experienced, and, Tara noted approvingly, much more athletic and skilful. They didn't bother with scratching and slapping, they used their fists. Soon Tara herself was on her feet, yelling Amanda on as she traded blows with her heavier opponent, bravely shrugging off the impacts to breast and thighs. She managed to duck under her opponent's guard and throw her over her shoulder. The body arched high above the ring and bounced down heavily, but before Amanda could press home her advantage, somehow the woman rolled away and got back to her feet. Armlocks were applied and escaped from, bodies were sent hurtling into the ropes and took heavy punches on the rebound, but neither one gave way. It was a tense contest and the audience settled down to watch intently. Tara resumed her seat and felt Conor's heavy hand on her arm. She turned to him briefly and saw he was as flushed with excitement as she was. On an impulse she slid her own hand under the tablecloth and found his thigh. She let it slide up to his crotch and gasped as she felt the thick pole of his erection through his trousers. She tried to get her fingers to measure its girth and length, and gasped again. God, he was massive!
    In return his hand moved down her side and she opened her legs just enough to let his fingers dive into the cleft between them and then she squeezed them tightly closed, imprisoning them and welcoming their touch on her soaked knickers. She gave in. Why pretend? This was sport at the edge. And sex.
    She turned back to the ring just in time to see Amanda take a posting which drew a gasp from the audience. She tottered forwards, dazed by the force of the impact and was immediately picked up bodily and slammed down, this time on to her front. She arched and writhed but her opponent threw herself down onto her between her legs and bucked her hips savagely once, twice and at the third time Amanda arched again under her and moaned. Tara could almost feel how the rubber shaft would be spreading her labia and coldly shoving up into her vagina. While the men climbed back into the ring, the bigger woman took full advantage and subjected Amanda to a furious shafting.
    Tara was beyond rational thought. Conor's fingers teased her relentlessly, her own hand was masturbating his huge cock through his trousers, and the stupid bitch Amanda had let her down in front of him, she deserved whatever she was going to get. Losers should learn from losing she thought angrily. Tara's own hand went out with the thumb down when Amanda's master picked her dazed body up from the canvas and slung her against the whipping post.
    The eroticism of the tall girl's graceful figure tied with the arms raised didn't impinge on Tara this time. All she wanted was to see it writhe under the whip. And it did. She counted as loudly and fiercely as anyone as thirty lashes were