The moment had been lost as I tried to work up her slick body. I heard the count and swing my legs upwards. A last desperate measure and one that had worked on boys in the heat of the moment. Pivoting from my waist the dark legs closed around the light skin of her face. I watched her expression change as I locked my ankles and squeezed.

Physics was never my specialty, but the slick surface and its lack of friction may have been what saved me this time. Something to do with center of gravity. We toppled…together, a mass if glistened limbs and while there had been a time I would have enjoyed having her face between my legs this was not one of them.

At least us toppling got one arm free, and now I fought for my life. Arms flayed…bodies slide against one another in what on later viewing might be an erotic little show. Even for me with the crowds noise in the background and the heat of the lights beating down on use it had an edge to it. In better times with a different opponent I might have enjoyed the sensation. Instead I went for it, felt the string…felt the oiled end and pulled.

My arm came back, the string giving till I had to let go and squirm free of her. I sat in the pool of oil panting like a mad man with her bikini bottom in one hand and her top free, held only around her torso by the bottom string. Maybe the Ice queen would melt under the glare of the lights and the ever watchful eyes of the audience.

Each breath brought pain to my side, but each breath I made she also did. And now everyone could see the rise and fall of her tits….the hardness of her nipples. That made me pause. She was actually turned on…the ice queen? Turned on? And yet her body displayed the state of her arousal for all to see if they new what to look for. The red sheen upon her skin….the mottled blues and blood rushed to sensitive zones.

Already she was melting and I was mesmerized by it.

Hearing the count of one was all it took to get Cala moving. The legs wrap around her head and with a brutal yank, Vera's body toppled backwards. The two struggle neither knowing what was happening until they both fell away from each other.

The Head Girl rolled to a crouching position and found herself free for a moment to restore her breathing. But that was not the only thing free. Her thong had torn off from the struggled leaving her legs free and her sex bare for all to see. Vera's top peeled forward slowly. Even the crowd held their breath as they saw the asian's luscious mounds bounce into view.

The attention was nearly suffocating. So many leering eyes gazing at her magnificent beauty. Slowly the Head Girl rose to her feet as the crowd cheered. The men were not the only one's stunned as she saw Cala gazing at her chest. And the Arab thought she knew a thing or two about showing her body. Seems it was the ice queens turn to turn up the heat.

Her hands reach behind her as she undoes the final tie of her bikini. The fabric swung away, her left hand holding it by its string as she slowly began to walk towards her prey. Vera's hips swayed, her glistening body sparkling from the sweat and oil on her body. Firm breasts bounce enticingly with every step causing her rock hard nipples to dance before the woman's vision. The Head Girl slides her other hand over her chest, her fingers teasing her own supple flesh.

It was shocking to find Vera who was so supposedly uptight calmly flaunting her body like this. Even completely nude and her opponent still dressed, she stood tall and proud. The Head Girl smirked slyly as she stood over Cala. With a flick of her wrist, the other string of the bra whipped around the woman's neck. Grabbing both ends, she used the bra to pull the woman closer as she leaned in. Her hot lips pressed against the Arabs in a long, dominating kiss.

Too late did I tear my eyes from her body. The cord swung in its arc snagging me securely as she used her top to entrap me. The struggle was quickly finished as her lips brushed mine…and then parted, her tongue plunging greedily into my mouth.

Images bounced through my head. Images of a queen of heat and pulsing blood. Images of me between her legs…the cries of joy and passion flowing across those lips that held my own. Hands that had come up to push her away instead slid around her back and pulled her closer.

My heart leaps. My pulse speeds up. Thunder sounds on my ears. I know this sensation. I know this feeling as the dream leaps into clarity and I feel her slick body against my own. A body that will bring me to the bliss I cannot forget. Pleasure so acute that it hurts. All I must to is submit to it…allow that tongue in, to play with it.

The crowd is gone…there is only the hot body next to mine. A body I have fought with, that has denied me the feelings I knew it held. The ice is gone as we slip backwards onto the mat. Her chest wiggles against mine…my legs part….my hands slide along her body…downwards…one digit sliding inwards…feeling the tightness around it. A memory of another time.

"Mmm..." Vera's dreams began to surface, playing with her imagination as her tongue slips into Cala's mouth. The sound of the crowds around them dinned in and out as she heard her own heart pounding in her ears. The air around them seemed to sear her fair skin as if they were under the blazing sun back on the Nile.

The Head Girl did not have to do anything. The woman's arms wrapped around her, welcoming her. Their bodies met, Vera's rapidly beating heart could be felt throbbing within her swollen mounds as they pressed and mashed into Cala's chest. A soft moan sounds from within her throat, vibrating into the very lips she had trapped. Fingers released the bikini top and began to slide down the sides of the woman's still covered breasts.

But the battle was still going on, the bell had not rung yet. Vera pressed closer, using her body to push the dark skinned beauty over onto the mat. She continued to kiss the woman as the weight of her body pressed down on Cala's. Hands slid up to the Arab's arms and over the woman's shoulders. With both shoulders down, the ref began to slap the mat and count.

A muffled gasp sounds from the silver haired woman. She could feel her muscles shiver and tighten around the woman's invading finger. But instead of fighting it, her hips rocked forward. Vera allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure she felt as her hands kept the woman pinned down on the mat. She would know when the count was finished when the ref pulls her off the woman to announce her victory. Will her opponent be able to break out of this little spell?

My queen rocks upon my finger once more. A slow wonderful gyration that tells me she welcomes my touch. All I have to do is please her and there will be pleasure enough of my own. The soft moan is music to my ears. I lay between her and the hard surface of the floor not wanting to be anywhere else for the moment. The bliss I long for once more found.

Trembling atop me I continue the slid the finger in and out of the welcoming folds of her soft and delicate flower. A hummingbird, set to make the nectar flow freely, to partake of its sweetness till I have drunk my fill.

A dull roar fills my ear. The thumping that flows with the beat of my heart. Like a herd of elephants the ground fairly rumbles in the din. The floor beneath me vibrates with the life of my racing heart. I am lost in her embrace as my free arm pulls her closer. I am lost in the lands of Egypt. Of exotic queens and long nights of love making.

My body relaxes at her touch, relaxes into her and the floor as her hands press me back and her mouth covers mine. I close my eyes, alive with the sensations of touch. My skin jumps at hers while the need builds down low in my belly and my hips move to rub against her leg that lies between my own.

I am aware I am not naked…that I wish to be as her body crushes me back…

The kiss breaks…leaving me breathless as she rises slowly up and the sounds intrude on my revere. A guard stands beside us…he holds my queens hand is he breaks us up. I must save the queen…must save her from this insult….this this assault…..

The crowds cheered but were also trying to goad the Arab to fight back. The match was soon to be over and most were unsatisfied. But the ref was slapping the mat, counting loudly. The two women were completely oblivious, their bodies writhing against one another as Vera kept Cala's shoulders to the mat.

Vera's hips grind wantonly against the pumping digits. This was even better than the dream. Her pet was much livelier now and pleasuring her queen without a single thought. The Head Girl groaned loudly as she felt her muscles tensing, contracting hungerly around the woman's fingers. She was so close.

But the bell rings and the ref pulled Vera off of cala. The fingers slurp out of her body, leaving behind a trail of nectar dribbling down her glistening thighs. She blinked, still in a daze as her arm was lifted high into the air. It was then she knew that her dream had come true.

Cala was rising up to her knees, still lost in the moment. Vera smirked and merely pressed a finger to the woman's forehead to keep the woman from doing something stupid and attack the guard. "Stay sitting," she ordered, "The match is over, my pet. Now it is time for you to show everyone your end of the bargain. Tell me, tell everyone what you are and then..." She slit a foot forward, "You will kiss my feet and greet me like the slave you are and will always will be."

The deal was only through the winter break. But, a month is a long time to be completely under anothers control. One strange dream left the woman longing for her body. She could not wait to see what was left of the troublesome brat after a month.

The joy of her against me shattered like the mirror. An echo of myself as the cheers and jeers turned to boos. The audience expected much more.. but the match was over. Well not quite over, for a longer match had just begun. A match I new I would love and hate. A match made is some place other than heaven, and yet it must be heaven for the feeling of lust that stirred anew within my loins.

Her finger stops me, reality intruding on a dream…or was it a dream intruding on reality. For she is my queen, something deep within know is to be true. All the rebellion, all the angst and fighting was really just a cover for something I had…could not accept. Even now I did not want to accept it. Even now as I sank back into the ooze of oil and curled into a ball I did not want to.

To accept this was accepting everything my father had told me. I had already allowed my life to change…to embrace the school and learning. Now I was embracing subservience. The same subservience I loathed in my mother. It was the same subservience that my father had tried to hammer into me so I would make a good wife to some man of his choosing.

I wanted to say it was not fair…the match…what she had done. But that wasn’t true. Brains had one out…she had played me. Had played the heat and fire against me that ran in my blood. I had accepted that kiss. I alone. I had not thought of PIa. I had not fought it. I had accepted it as if defeat itself was what I truly desired. Perhaps it was.

Emotions tangled…split. Like I was two people in the same body. We had been withering around on the floor much like a tawdry porn movie would have had us. Men cheered…and I loved it. Loved the fact she was in my arms…loved the men ogling us..me...her. I know vera had as well. Confusion. What this place was seemed different of a sudden, as if the school was one thing and there was a deeper education that started…that started today as I lay at her feet defeated.

Like the phoenix I rose. Only to my knees…and only to do what my queen demanded. For if I did would the magic of the dream she had denied be true. I knew it had been. I knew that the bed we had shared could come again but…but I had much to learn. A learning that went beyond my classes. One I was unsure of and made me squirm most uncomfortably.

I was on a cusp as my lips met the offered foot. Slave was a harsh word. I considered my mother a slave under my father’s heal. I had not wanted that and yet, here now, in defeat I knew I would become one.

The tears feel … a small spattering upon the oil stained foot. My life was changing and I had no control…had none at all and for that the weight that had oppressed me my entire life lifted. Perhaps I had fought that that would set me free…..

I was soooo fucked….and sooo lucky. One or the other…and maybe both.

I kissed her. Tasted the bitter oils. “My queen I …I do not know what to say” for I truly did not. But with those words I wanted her. More than I would ever have admitted I wanted her…wanted her approval, he body, her heart.

The mixture of emotions that erupted inside of her fallen opponent was the sweetest sensation of them all. The feeling of betrayal was there but they both knew that Cala accepted her kiss and returned it. Something was shared here in this ring much like in bed together that Pia could not reach now and that was the best part of this revenge. This was payback for taking advantage of her kindness by taking advantage in return.

Cala did not protest. The Arab woman merely sank to her knees and leaned over to kiss her feet. The emotions were unique. There was pain but there were other emotions as well. Perhaps something in that dream was true afterall. Deep down, this troublesome student wanted someone to tame her. It was a pity. Vera had every intention in the beginning to let this woman make her own choices with her own will. But in the end this one wanted to be crushed, to be controlled. So be it then.

Vera reached out, lifting the woman's chin with a finger. "The title is a good start," she smiled softly, "But such nobility does not exist on this island. You will call me mistress here and that makes you my pet, my slave." Her fingers lightly stroked her pet's cheek, "The crowds are disappointed in your quick defeat. You are still clothed in fact. Give them what they want, strip and make a show of it."

She turned to the crowd, grabbing the back of Cala's hair to lift her head up. "Look at her!" she called out, "Doesn't she look like a slut needing to be fucked? She is very sorry for failing you all and she is going to make it up to you right now." Vera lets the woman's hair go and steps back. She can have her fun later, first was the matter of punishing this little rebel.

The words were beautiful and first and then they turned harsh. My mistress was cruel, but she was capable of so much more. Perhaps…perhaps Allah did will. Perhaps my task was to show her what she could become and much as she might show me. It made no sense now, but many things in life made little sense in the beginning.

And then I was yanked to my feet, head reeling in pain and the roots of me hair were cruelly yanked upwards. Under the threat of my hair being torn out I rose. The finger upon my cheek was a momentary salve top my pride. She wanted me. Maybe she could not admit it. Maybe I had put her through a bit of hell all on my own. I suppose I was the only hell my mama ever raised.

“yes..mistress” my heart leaped in my chest. I was born for this. Vera had denied my this outlet…the school had till now. It was confusing and exhilarating as their eyes…yes, everyone of the men and women in the audience looked upon me. I could do a show….oh yes…I could do a show even on this slick surface.

The suit pulled at my bosom. The perky mounds growing tight as I felt the gathered gaze of the audience. It was my chance to steal the spotlight from my mistress…a warm delight that. Yet I owed my queen the chance to shine as well, and with that my grin did grow. A plan. A thought that grew inside like a blossoming flower.

Reaching behind my body as I slide in behind Vera I heard the in rush of breathe from the crowd. Bringing my hands back in front I wiggled a finger playfully at the crowd. Stripping is an act of building, much like writing a great story. Instead I moved around vera, using her like a living statue…sliding against her…trailing fingers along her then back along my own body.

Hooking my thumbs in the waist band of my bottoms I swished and slide them one side then the other over rounded hips. The fabric feel…tantalizingly lower…then back up wiggling my ass against Vera in a quick bump and grind before moving once more around her..hands up…then behind me, breasts thrust out…the string falling…falling as the bottom of the cups that hold the dark orbs go slack.

Sliding my hands around my front I cover myself with an arm and give the crowd a demur shy pout. A cheer erupts…and then the chant…take it off…take it off. I shake my head no…even as my free arm flows upwards. Black hair matted with oil still falls along my head as droplets spray in a wide arc.

Acting surprised while the strings of my top fall over my arm I turn and slid my hand around Vera. And hand that moves downwards as my top drops between her feet and I press my now naked chest to her back. The heat flares. Fire rolls along my veins and my hand sinks between her legs.

The crowd screams….and we have so much further to go….

“I should not steal the show from my queen” I whisper in her hear, my hot breath upon her lobe

Cala was never one to follow directions. But the woman was a new slave and such training would have to be one step at a time. Could not say her slave was doing a bad job in pleasing the crowd at least. The woman was skilled in being a tease and making use of that experience that was to be for the porn industry.

But Vera could not get a good view of what was happening as the spotlight kept being guided to her nude form. The woman would press and rub against her. Fingers slide along her oiled skin, leaving behind trails of heat and flame. Her body was still heated and her pet was trying to take advantage of that.

The show went on for a few minutes before Cala disappeared behind her once more. She then felt warm breasts press up against her back. The hardened peaks of her pet dragged slowly up and down with each heated breath that caressed her ear. "Mmm..." she cooed softly as her head tilted to the side in a slight tease. Vera could feel those wonderful fingers sliding down to finish what they started.

The Head Girl was not about to give in when she had already claimed victory. She pressed back into the luscious mounds as she slowly turned and faced the other woman. Her large D cups mash up against Cala's chest as she slowly waved a finger before the woman. "Tsk tsk," she purred, "Know your place, my pet. This is your show which means..." Vera slowly circled the woman as the very tips of her fingers trail along the glistening dark skin. It was her turn to disappear behind the woman but Cala was not left alone for long as she felt a hand press to her cheek. "They are here to see you submit... Body and soul.." she whispered as she turned Cala's head into a long deep kiss.

Vera's breasts press up against the woman's back as one hand held the slave's head in place. The kiss that brought her victory was once more pressed against those lips. Her other hand slides up and down between Cala's breasts as she began to slowly knead the firm flesh between her fingers. Heated fingers closed in on the woman's darkened peaks, pinch and tugging the already engorged nipples to harden them even further. "Mmm..." her tongue pushes against Cala's lips, pushing deeper to tame the woman's firey tongue once more.

My body was on fire, the crowd only adding to my pleasure. There ws no ice…no snow…not even a cool breeze. There was heat, the heat of my queen was back just like in the dream. And then the roles changed. I was not longer the only one playing for the audience, instead my mistress took the reigns and played the fiddle that was my body.

“AHnhhhh” the cry lifts upwards towards the heavens as she slips behind me and her fingers linger on my peaks. Her full breasts mash against my back, her mouth at my neck. I leave the fleash to her till her hand turns my face. NO longer is she cruel, she lives for the pleasure as well. I can feel it in the way she moves, in the heat of her body, and in the way her lips quiver as they seek my own.

I submitted to her touch, to her lips. Perhaps too quickly I slid the bikini bottom down over my hips before reaching back with both hands to hold the back of my lovers head. Wiggling my hips and legs the thin strip of fabric slowly fell till I could step outside its embrace and be free of any clothing.

The spot light moved with me. While I ran one hand down my body and between my legs. By Allah I was wet. Finger sliding along my puffy pink slit. Tensing as I slid the finger in I pulled her closer my tongue moving with my finger.

A murmur erupts deep in my throat only to be muffled by the mouth that claims mine and the crowds wild screams.

Pulling my finger free and trace the slick juices across my hip and back…disappearing back behind and between us. Slipping across well oiled skin I seek my queens treasure box that I might pluck some jewels.

"Mmph.." a muffled moan sounds as Cala writhed before her. The oil left their bodies heated, sensitive to the touch. Tracing her fingertips over the woman's sensitive peaks had a profound effect on the woman. Vera was only getting started and she had her pet melting into her arms.

The thin bikini bottoms slid to the floor and were kicked away. The crowd could see clearly that Vera was not the only woman wet from all this. But even with this, Cala continued to try and claim the treasure that was behind her. With their lips locked. the Head Girl allowed her hand to slide down the woman's neck and down her shoulder. She followed along the woman's arm and came to rest over her pet's hand. From there, she guides the hand back to the woman's front. Fingers slid over each of the other woman's and like a puppeteer, began to control the woman's motions as if their were her own.

Lower she moved Cala's hand until she felt the sudden tensing of muscles. Vera had guided Cala's fingers right over the hood hiding the woman's clitoris. Slowly, she forced her pet's fingers to stroke in long slow circles. She could feel her slave's fingers twitch, no doubt feeling the tender bundle of nerves twitching and hardening to the touch. Soon it would erect fully and be fully exposed.

Meanwhile, Vera's tongue had wrapped around the other student's. She sucked deeply as she slither her tongue deeper, keeping the woman pinned and helpless as she explored the depths of her mouth. Oh, this was even better than the dream she had. This was real, she was truly defeating this woman in her own little game. But unlike the dream, she had no intention of letting her pet reach bliss quickly. She would take her time, using every skill she knew to ensure that bliss could not be reached unless she wished it. The thought of it sent a wonderful bubbling heat up through her mind. She loses herself in the moment and suddenly squeezes Cala's luscious tit tightly between her fingers.

The queen took charge and I let her. How could I complain about the way the dance went? That did not matter nearly so much as the pleasure one gave and got. If she wanted me to have the pleasure then I would not fight her but follow.

And follow I did. Letting my hand be guided by her own. Feeling the heat of her fingers on mine as she directed almost by impulse alone what my fingers did and were they went. I moaned and moved like a cat in heat while I circled my clit and felt the flames deepen. Each time I began to move faster, harder she slowed me, teased me with her touch.

I burned like a witch on a pole. My pole was Vera and the fuel was lust. The heat shimmered along my oiled skin. Her hard nipples teased and heated my back as I wiggled. Her tongue and mouth breathed more heat into me to the point I was sure I would ignite. And still she held me from the prize.

The audience’s taunts pale in comparison to my queens own soft mews. Our muffled voices rising together. Legs wobble, knees weak as I begin to sink downwards. Trying to drag my queen with me…wanting to squirm and role upon the floor in passion till we are both satiated.

The queen, as Cala referred to her, could not help but feel a sort of deja vu. This was very much how her dream went minus the audience. Her slave was not yet a slave. She could feel the woman try and lead things her way. Even in such a heated state they still had a tendency to butt heads.

But her pet was finally succumbing to it. Her deep kiss remaining, breaking only for brief moments of breath. Each breath of air seared her lungs with the scent of oil, sweat, and sex. The crowd was no doubt tending to their erections much like the guards in her dream did. She may be just a figurehead here but she was queen.

Feeling her lover weakening, she used the arm she was groping with to pull the woman in tighter. Instead of falling downwards, Cala found herself resting against her mistress's body. There was a crowd wanting action and she ensured that they both remained standing for all to see this glorious moment in the ring.

"Now now," she whispered lustfully, "Can't have you fainting on me yet. Spread your legs a bit, take deep breaths. Relax and beg for more." Vera purred in amusement as she continued to stroke over the woman's clitoris with the woman's own hand. There was always something erotic about someone making another pleasure themselves. It brought forth questions of who was really doing this. Who really was the one causing the action and creating this source of pleasure?

Once she felt Cala's hips beginning to twitch, she slid both their fingers lower. She lets the woman feel her own juices running freely from her exposed sex. Her thumb continued to flick in random directions over the fully exposed nub as she continued to stroke up and down at a snails pace. Vera began to grind her hips upwards against her slave's rear, making it look like Cala was bucking into her own fingers as she pleasured herself.

Always before with the boys I controlled the rate, the speed, the tempo. But here, with her I had no such control.

“Please fuckme….please let me cum” I cried out after she had finished whispering in my ear. Yet it was my hand that slipped fingers inside. It was my body and yet it wasn’t. I wanted the dream, wanted the hot lover she was and some part of me feared I would loose it all if I dared to go against her.

So I danced her dance and spread my legs..the wobbled….lifting one….using what strength remained to pull it upwards till I could latch onto the slim ankle with the hand behind her head. For me the stretch hurt. I was not used to trying to be this limber…I’d not been a gymnast or a cheerleader, but if they wanted to see. If we played for an audience then what better position.

My queen…Twisting my head and neck so she might once more fill my mouth. And now the dripping pink folds stood in silent testament to the state of my arousal. I had hated her only minutes ago…and now I stood before god and country enjoying every moment I spent in her arms. A hand playing with my tits, kneading the swollen flesh, pulling and twisting the hardened nipples. The motions brought forth the chirps, moans and cries of one in the troughs of pleasure.

Her other hand guided and teased me. A constant motion that left me breathless for more. More of my weight now leaned against her and at anytime I feared the slick surface we stood up[on would be our undoing. Still I stood and felt her hips twitch and grind against me. The heat growing with every slurping plunge of my fingers. Jangling jolts of energy surged through me each time her thumb bumped my hardened clit.

And when it did touch me the kiss would break as I sucked in the air and lifted my chest more fully. I stood tall…and erect. Proud that my queen found me worthy.

The small voice knew that Pia might never understand….and that might destroy me. Still there was no stopping For pleasure was my drug of choice and the lusty sounds of the audience a close second. If not my own pleasure then theirs. And if both then all the better.

“oh yes…sooooooo close…just..just a few more…yess….please…”