The women of Orhanos were raised from birth to hate each other, and compete against each other, and humiliate and degrade each other, because it made it easier for the patriarchal rulership of Orhanos to control them. They felt that the best ally in enslaving a woman was her fellow woman.
And yet, it was of no value to men for women to literally attack each other, or fight in public, or allow their hatred for each other to be unattractive to men or, worse still, to inconvenience a man in some way.
And so when two women simply couldn’t help themselves, and came to blows in public – usually over which of them was more attractive to men, or jealousy over which of them received more of the sexual harassment and rape that they were trained to desire – the pair of catfighting bitches were sentenced to “combat bonding” in the Arena of Sassix.
The arena benefited from a powerful enchantment – a property of the dark red stones it was built with, quarried from the depths of the accursed Forest that lay at the heart of the world. It was a simple transformative magic – one that took female anger and pain, and converted it into hatred and lust.
The most recent combat bonding occurred between Sayana, the spoiled raven-haired daughter of a wealthy family, and Elia, a buxom blonde baker-girl from the slums. Sayana was assigned to become the slave-wife of Phoros, an Orhanian officer – a position of some considerable prestige – but rather than spending his time training her in her soon-to-be-wifely duties, Sayana’s fiance had instead been lured down into the poorer markets by Elia’s pretty breasts, and was spending his free time vigorously raping Elia in an attempt to impregnate her.
Sayana had gone to Elia’s bakery and attacked the poor girl in plain sight, attempting to rip out the blonde’s hair, even as Elia had begun punching her in the tits in retaliation, until the two women had finally been separated by the city guard. Now their fight would continue in the Arena – and though both women knew how the arena worked, they were so consumed by the desire to hurt and punish their rival for Phoros’ cock that they didn’t care.
They entered the arena from opposite gates beneath the noonday sun, clad in the clothes they had been arrested in – Sayana in an expensive gown, Elia in a simple smock. There were cheers from the crowd, which consisted of nearly a thousand Orhanian men seated in rows of seats stretching back in every direction from the central arena pit. Many of the men were openly fucking the cunts, asses or mouths of their slave women as they watched the unfolding spectacle.
Sayana and Elia ran at each other. Sayana’s breasts still hurt from Elia’s punches the day before, so she focused her initial attacks on Elia’s chests, eager to inflict agony on the baker girl’s plump bosom. Elia, by contrast, immediately began to tear at Sayana’s gown, attempting to rip it from her body and leave her nude before the gathered crowd.
Neither of these were sensible opening attacks in a serious fight, but the girls were hampered in their tactics by two factors. One was a tradition of Orhanian media, that taught that this was how women fought – focused on stripping their opponents naked and hurting their sexual organs. And the other was the influence of the arena, which the girls could dimly feel as a growing warmth between their legs, and a pressure on their minds, subtly pushing their thoughts in a sexual direction.
Elia managed to rip a long tear in Sayana’s gown, pulling it from her body and exposing Sayana’s naked flesh. Sayana responded in kind, attacking Ellie’s clothes, and in moments both girls were nude before the crowd. Neither seemed to care. Both employed the same next move – reaching out to grab their opponent’s breasts in a painful vice-like grip.
The two women were locked up, each attempting to gain the leverage to pull on the other’s tits hard enough to force the other woman to the ground. They circled around each other, pulling and straining at their opponent’s chest, but neither yielded ground.
And then Elia attempted a pull inwards, towards her own chest – and suddenly the two women were face to face, and, unable to help themselves, they began to kiss.
The kiss itself was a battle, each attempting to bruise the other woman’s lips, to choke the other woman with her tongue. They moaned sluttily into each other’s mouths as their tongues wrestled, and neither gave up her crushing hold on the other woman’s fuckbags as they kissed.
Sayana managed to get her leg between Elia’s ankles, and brought it up, forcing Elia’s legs to spread, until she could begin kicking Elia’s cunt with her knee. It only made Elia moan louder and kiss her harder.
The arena was having two effects on the girls – effects that would be permanent. Firstly, it was deepening their hatred for each other. What had begun as anger was becoming a deep and passionate disgust for everything the other woman represented. They wanted nothing more than to cause pain and degradation to each other, and could not abide even a single second of happiness for the other woman.
And at the same time it was making them sexually addicted to each other. Sayana’s brain was slowly changing to see Elia as her ideal sex partner, her all-consuming sexual fetish. Soon Elia and arousal would become inextricably linked – she would never be able to think of Elia without becoming overwhelmingly aroused, and she would never be able to be aroused without thinking of Elia. And Elia was feeling the same towards Sayana.
The kiss broke as Elia shoved Sayana backwards. The dark haired girl stumbled, and fell to the ground, and Elia instantly began to kick Sayana in the tits and the cunt, to roars of approval from the crowd.
Squealing in pain and humiliation, Sayana was able to grab Elia’s foot and pull, and Elia toppled to the ground to land on top of her.
The two girls writhed on the ground, pulling each other’s hair, kneeing each other in the cunt, rubbing their tits together and kissing passionately.
“I hate you,” whispered Elia, and used her grip on Sayana’s hair to pull her in for a passionate kiss.
Sayana moaned something in response, but the kiss rendered it incoherent. She brought her knee up hard in Elia’s cunt twice more, with a wet squelch on each occasion as it encountered the sopping wetness of Elia’s sex.
The simultaneous need to fuck the other girl and destroy her was becoming overwhelming in each of the combatants. Sayana finally managed to roll so as to end up on top of Elia – and quickly moved to reverse her position, so that she was facing towards Elia’s feet. She lifted her hips and settled them over Elia’s face, her legs positioned so that each was pinning one of Elia’s arms. Elia squealed and struggled, but Sayana pushed her dripping wet cunt down against Elia’s mouth to silence her.
“Lick me, you disgusting bitch,” she roared, loud enough for the delighted crowd to hear her.
When Elia did not immediately respond, she forced Elia’s legs apart and began to punch her in the cunt. Elia bucked underneath her, trying to escape, but Sayana’s position was too strong, and soon Elia began to lick.
Sayana moaned loudly with delight, grinding her fuckhole against her enemy’s face – and then resumed punching Elia in the cunt, because she wanted to hurt the other girl as much as she could.
“You dumb cunt,” she screamed. “You brainless big-titted cow. You’re nothing but life support for udders and a fuckhole.” And she didn’t care that the words could just as easily be applied to herself.
At first Elia kicked her legs, trying to protect her pussy from Sayana’s blows, but soon her legs relaxed, and she began to moan into Sayana’s cunt instead. She was getting off from having her vulva beaten. Sayana didn’t care. She kept punching, barely thinking straight now because all that mattered was the feeling of Elia’s tongue rubbing back and forth across her clitoris.
In the end, Elia orgasmed from having her cunt punched faster than Sayana could reach her own climax from riding Elia’s face, but both girls did eventually cum, and cumming sealed their fate. The magic of the arena was sealed into them by their orgasms.
They could feel it take hold, and knew what it meant. They had seen other girls in the city who were combat-bonded. They both knew that if only they had avoided orgasm, they would be free of this permanent humiliation – and they both knew that they were simply too much of a slut to have been able to take that path.
From now on, they would have a powerful sexual fixation for each other, and need to use the other girl for sexual release at least once a day – but they would be unable to do so without male approval and a male audience. And they would hate each other more than anything in the world – but be forced to express that hatred at a surface level as affection and love, although they could acknowledge their true feelings with words.
As Sayana rolled off Elia’s face, Elia rose to her knees and looked at her rapist. “I hate you so much,” she said. “I want you to die.” And yet the tone she said it in was one of rapturous love, her eyes shining with adoration. She reached out and tenderly caressed Sayana’s cheek.
“You’re such a disgusting fuckpig,” Sayana whispered, shifting on the arena floor so she could cuddle the other girl against her and stroke her hair. “I can’t believe you’ve done this to us. I just want to torture your ridiculous udders until you scream.” And then she kissed Elia – and it was a gentle, beautiful kiss, that made both girls shiver.
The crowd in the arena roared with approval at the humiliation of the women. Arena handlers began to approach the women to take them back to the cells beneath the crowd seating. For the rest of the day, the girls would work as a team to fuck seven men from the crowd who had paid for the privilege of raping the combatants after their fight.
They would have to work together to learn how to cooperate on a two-woman blowjob, and how to guide a cock into another woman’s cunt and masturbate it even as it fucked their new lust-sister’s hole. They would learn to share a mouthful of a man’s cum via a slutty kiss, and how to lick sperm off each other’s tits, or out of each other’s cunts.
But they would also beg for permission to hurt and degrade the other girl, for it was only with male permission that they could truly express the hatred that they felt. They would come up with suggestions for the men to make the sex more painful and degrading for their lust-sister, and they would compete to be the most fun to abuse, feeling cruel triumph when a man chose to fuck them while ignoring their rival.
In the evening the two women would undergo a bonding ceremony – rather like a wedding, except intended for property, not people – to formalise their new bond of hatred and lust. Sayana would receive a welded metal bracelet on her left arm, and Elia on her right, and in public settings the bracelets would be connected by a short length of golden chain.
And then they would be presented to Phoros, who now had not one, but two, prospective slave wives to serve him. They would be good little loving sister-wives for him during the day, sharing the duty of pleasing him in every way, and in the evenings he would make them fuck-fight for the privilege of being raped by him…
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