Studio 4 at Maiden T.V buzzed with excitement as the final few lucky enough to get tickets to the Black Widow final flitted into the packed auditorium. Lady Tanya watched this with a feeling of immense pride and growing excitement because this was the first time ever that she didn't have to rely on luck to get into the final. For the first time in seven years of trying Tanya had at last managed to get one of her breeders into the final, and as an owner she got free tickets to the plush privilege box situated in prime position behind the Black Widow stage.
"They're trying to ban coverage of the Black Widow," she said to her young companion seated next to her.
"Why?" responded Reannon with genuine concern in her voice. Tanya looked at her special slave trainer and shrugged.
"The same old crap about being barbaric and glorifying the suffering of slaves," she paused to take a drag of her cigarette before continuing, "and no guessing who's lobbying the state for it's removal."
"Lady Annette," responded Reannon with real contempt in her voice. Over the last five years Lady Annette had become increasingly active on the subject of slave rights - cruel gossips even commented that she seemed to love men so much that she must have been one in drag. At first her protests were palatable covering such necessities as minimum food and sleep arrangements, but gradually her demands were becoming more and more outrageous:- Limits on the number of slaves each Mistress could have, limits on the punishments and some even thought that she wanted a return to the bad old days of supposed equality. Equality, mused Tanya, as if men could ever equal women! Quite ridiculous. Still Lady Annette may have had minority of bleeding heart liberals who bleated on about men's rights but she'd have her work cut out for her if she wanted to stop coverage of the most popular sporting event in the country. Besides Tanya had heard rumours that strong forces were afoot in the empire to silence her whining voice.
"Drinks Ladies," said a slave disturbing Tanyas train of thought. She looked at the man wearing a tight fitting maids outfit complete with fishnet stockings and a frilly apron and again felt the thrill of reaching the grand final, and especially the hallowed privilege box reserved for owners and dignitaries. She was about to let the man maid go when Reannon piped up beside her.
"Wait a minute," Reannon ordered the man maid. He dutifully stood in front of Reannon as she reached out with one hand and lifted his tiny skirt revealing his knickers and with the other hand Reannon pulled down the maids knickers and peered inside at the contents. Once she was satisfied she sent the maid scuttling off on his rounds. Tanya looked at her companion quizzically.
"I was just checking if its true that all maids are last years runners up," said Reannon giggling. Tanya smiled, glad to see her trainer enjoying the events so much. She'd only entitled to two privilege tickets but the decision as to who should accompany her was an easy one as she knew that without Reannon's special brand of training she would never have got a breeder to the final, let alone one as good as Tanner. Even if Tanner didn't win, the value of her breeding stock would sky rocket with the Kudos of the Black Widow final allowing her to charge astronomical prices for her studs. But at that moment her imminent wealth didn't concern her as all she was interested in were the events about to un fold in the packed studio.

She was about to say something else to Reannon but at that moment the lights dimmed and the Black Widow theme tune thundered into life drowning out the murmuring of the audience. Tanya saw vague movements on the dark stage before her and knew from experience the the 'riders' were being led to their positions ready for their final ride on the Black Widow.
"It's started," whispered Reannon excitedly as the music faded and the lights came back on to reveal the eight men, naked and ready to begin.
"Good evening Ladies," said Rose Carlton striding out onto the stage wearing a skin tight P.V.C cat-suit which gleamed under the bright studio lights. The audience whistled and cheered appreciatively of their sexy hostess. She accepted this gracefully whilst pacing around the stage looking down at each of the nude men.
Eventually the noise died down and Rose walked to the centre of the stage to continue with their introduction. Tanya looked on admiringly as Rose began.
"For the past 20 years the Black Widow has been our premier sporting event. . . . " Began Rose, massaging and cajoling the audience into an even more excited state, prolonging the dramatic tension for all those in the studio an all those watching at home. It was a story that Tanya was well acquainted with.
The Black Widow had developed from an age old parlour game that had been played for centuries. It involved allowing a number of slaves to wank and whoever shot his load last was allowed to keep his cock and balls. Those who came before him were castrated.
All 'the Widow' did was bring the simple game out of the dark ages and into the modern age of multi-media and modern technology. The Black Widow stage was semi-circular with eight stubby platforms - or 'legs' - branching off it. At the end of each of these legs was an opening which the highly trained breeder - or 'rider' - would slot his cock and balls into. Once these were sealed in, an artificial vagina would close around the mans erect cock, thus allowing them to simulate sexual intercourse with the end of each leg. To help this task each leg was also equipped with handle bars to allow the rider to get his rhythm whilst standing against the end of each leg. upon emptying his sack a circuit would be completed which closed the gap in the leg slicing the mans genitals clean off.

With the introductions complete Rose moved back to the front of the stage. "And now," she said moving to the side of the stage, "We're ready to begin this years final ride on the Black Widow."
Darkness again engulfed the arena and individual spotlights picked out each of the naked contestants who had now begun in their rhythmic pumping. Tanya felt her nerves tensing as she spotted vague movements in the inky darkness before her and for the first time it really hit her that she was actually here at the grand final of the Black Widow, with phase one about to begin.
An explosion of noise and light hit the studio, flooding the main stage and exposing the eight naked dancers each curled up in foetal positions. A steady thumping filtered into the studio and slowly the eight females on stage began to rock back and forth gradually raising themselves to glorious full magnificent heights. This time it was Tanya's turn to inhale sharply as she was struck by the full splendour of the sexy creatures moving only a few feet away from where they sat.
Black Widow performers were renowned the world over for their breathtaking beauty and up close Tanya could see this was no idle boast. Eight of the most stunning and varied females were swaying erotically on the stage, sandwiched between the owners on one side and the riders and the audience on the other side. All tastes were catered for by the dancers:- a busty blonde, an athletic brunette, a red-head, an exotic asian girl, a dusky negress, a sultry mediterranean girl, an elegant chinese girl and a lithe hawaiian girl. All dancing provocatively before the hungry eyes of those watching, nakedly displaying their ripe young bodies, leaving nothing to the imagination. Gradually their opening dance number faded away allowing them to twist and turn down their appointed 'legs' so that they could continue their performance only inches from the grunting slaves.
The P.V.C clad guards roamed impatiently around the riders, Slicing their buttocks if they weren't going fast enough or if they were averting their eyes from the lush nudity on stage in front of them.
Tanya's eyes were locked onto Tanner silently urging him to keep a good steady rhythm, because despite arduous training one unexpected cut across the arse could cause a lack of concentration resulting in a loss of something more tangible. She was carefully watching the brunette in front of Tanner when she noticed on the monitors that number two was being pointed at by a number of the guards. Following their gaze she noticed that number two was going much slower than the rest of the others and she surmised that the guards were about to tickle him into shape.
One of the guards strode over to him and without warning brought her crop crashing down onto his bare buttocks. A camera picked up the shocked expression on his face and beamed it to the numerous monitors positioned around the studio. The audience sensing first blood began to clap in time with the guards slicing crop.
The slave desperately tried to adapt to the desired speed but the pain was proving to much of a distraction and much to Tanya's amusement she could see him loosing control. The strain on his face was almost tangible but it was to no avail as suddenly his face was awash with the pleasure of orgasm only to be engulfed seconds later by acute agony as the Black Widow decocked it's first victim.
Number two shrieked with agony and fell backwards into the clutches of the guards. Unfortunately for his next door neighbour number three, the premature end of a contestant made him lose his concentration and moments later number three fell backwards cupping his newly streamlined groin in his hands. Instantly the guards pounced on him dragging him to the edge of the studio so that he could be stitched up ready to live out the rest of his days as a eunuch.
Tanya's eyes flicked back to Tanner and was horrified to see the brunette kneeling in front of him pushing her shapely bottom into his face. A guard noticed this and pushed Tanner's head right into the girls squirming arse. Bitch, thought Tanya and watched anxiously as the dancer preceded to rub herself off on Tanner's face. After a few minutes she stopped the gyration and moved away revealing Tanner's face, wet with the girls pussy juices.

"He's alright," whispered Reannon, "He's kept his rhythm and he's kept his concentration." Tanya was still anxious but her trainers words soothed her ragged nerves slightly. After all, thought Tanya, she's the expert on how breeders perform.
Whilst the brunette continued to flaunt her luscious body in front of Tanner, Tanya noticed that number seven seemed to be loosing his hold on the situation. The blonde dancer had opened her legs in front of him and was moving her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Number seven had already received the kiss of the guards crop for not watching properly and that had apparently disrupted his control of the situation. The blonde finished masturbating and upon the removal of her love-juice soaked digits ran them along the riders lips.
Tanya watched in fascination as he vainly tried to hold off his final ejaculation. The dancer saw his weakening resolve as well and moved onto her haunches, forcing her huge breasts into his face. Although his face was obscured by the girls breasts Tanya could see him beginning to shake as his bollocks finally gave up their seed.
"Damn it," said the owner in the box, "There goes my wager."
"Not to mention his tackle," said another voice and they all laughed as number seven was dragged away to his new life.
At that moment the music began to fade and the dancers retreated from the stage leaving the five remaining men to continue in their humping. Phase one of the contest had ended.
Rose strode back onto stage clad in her shiny cat-suit, only this time she carried a rolled up bull-whip in her right hand.
"Three down five to go," she said, laughing and motioning to the remaining men still rhythmically pumping in and out of the Black Widow. "And what better way to cut down the numbers than phase two," she said uncoiling the viscous bull-whip. The audience knew what was coming and began to stamp and cheer like wild animals baying for blood. And inside the luxurious privilege box Tanya shuddered, worried about the effects phase two might have on Tanner.
In many respects phase two was the cruellest of all three phases. It was also the most controversial. In its embryonic stages the Black Widow had consisted solely of erotic dancers but it had been decided as a major sporting event it should have more dimensions. More spice and danger. And out of these desires came phase two.
"Bring out the failures," called Rose.
Tanya watched as on either side of the stage the guards fragmented the five dancers who had failed to milk their assigned breeder. Each dancer still naked in sharp contrast to the guards who prodded the dancers down the remaining legs in use. Once down near the slaves the nude females were pushed onto all fours with their ripe arse's pointing towards the riders. The guards then took their crops and began to beat the girl soft buttock cheeks.
Even after all these years of seeing it in the competition it still shocked Tanya to see females treated in this degrading and demeaning way, the way that men were treated. For as long as Tanya could remember controversy had always surrounded this section of the sport with some of the more squeamish Ladies claiming that it was dangerous to portray and treat females in such a way, as it might give the slaves ideas above their station. However these voices were few and far between as most recognised that punishing females was pure fantasy and could never happen in reality without their consent. Besides the very subservienceness of this section made it so tortuous for the men watching it, trying desperately not to spunk whilst seeing their deepest fantasies lived out in front of their very eyes. It truly was a fiendish phase devised to torment the men even more.

The final five looked on grimly as a rain of viscous cuts fell onto the screaming girls - gasping and squirming, unable to cope with the punishment that was bread and butter to men.
As far as Tanya could tell, Bullet, Tanner and number five seemed to be keeping check on their lust and were retaining a steady pattern. However the humiliation seemed to be weakening numbers one and six, both appearing flushed in the fight with their natural desires.
After each guard had reddened the rump of the shamed dancers they were turned around so that the rider could stare into the tear streaked face of each dancer. The guards each retreated off the stage leaving only the kneeling girls and Rose with her bull-whip. And with practised expertise she began to randomly strike the already tender buttocks of the young females.
The men lusted on seeing forbidden fruit as the bull-whip hissed and cracked down on the naked females, images they had only ever imagined in the darkest recesses of their minds.
The screams and yelps of the girls seemed to be only having a minimal effect on Tanner - his face was set in a mask of steely determination, now forced to fight not only lust but also fatigue. unfortunately for one and six they seemed to be losing the battle.
"Come on you stupid bastard Baker," said a voice from behind Tanya and she assumed number one was the luckless baker who had been singled out from the rest and was being transmitted to all and sundry, splashed across each and every monitor. Splashed being the operative word because almost instantly his resolve gave out and the girlish squeal he emitted as he was castrated was almost indistinguishable from that of the girls.
As before the noise of the operation caused a loss of concentration and the already shaky number six went to pieces - literally - and collapsed back onto the floor with his new aero-dynamic body. Tanya heard another Mistress curse as her hopes died on the floor of studio four.
After flogging the writhing girls some more, Rose coiled up the whip and indicated for the guards to take the dancers back stage and quickly prepare them for the third phase, the phase that would decide the championship.
The third phase was the logical conclusion to the first two phases - sex. After the teasing and the punishment should come the final act of satiating sex designed to coincide with the final release of the riders. All the original dancers were brought back on to indulge in one final orgiastic scene. Some would be completely submissive whilst others wore strap on dildo's designed to penetrate the others in a cruel mockery of what the riders were doing.
Ordinarily the feast of writhing flesh before Tanya would have excited her enormously but this year her enjoyment was hindered by the unbearable tension building within her. Maybe she'd be able to enjoy video tapes of it later but at that moment all she could think of was Tanner and how much longer he could hang on for. She cast a brief glance at Reannon and saw that her usually light hearted trainer had given in to the tension and was watching the unfolding events gravely.
The three remaining men were visibly tiring after almost an hour of emotional, physical and psychological stimulation. The heartless guards continually beat their buttocks ensuring they kept up a steady pace even when close to the final cut.

The blonde who had caused one of the earliest emissions had strapped on a huge dildo and was thrusting into the sopping cunt inches in front of Bullets sweating bulk. Meanwhile Tanner had to contend with a slippery 69 between the brunette who'd tempted him earlier and the classy looking asian woman.
Ironically the tamest of the acts seemed to be causing the biggest stir. Two sweat soaked girls were rubbing against each other, kissing deeply on the mouths and stroking each others mounds in front of number five. His face was creased with pain and he physically grappled with the intense urge to shoot his load. And then with one final colossal grunt he ejaculated thus causing his manhood to be permanently severed from his body.
And then there were two.
Whilst the four contorting girls remained on Bullet's and Tanner's stages the remaining girls slunk down the stage stairs and surrounded each figure, entangling their smooth bodies with the straining riders bodies, licking and massaging with their tongues and hands.
Each face was etched with the pain of holding on. Both were now shaking and groaning with burden of the event and even the audience had fallen into a deathly silence as the last two real men in the studio entered the final stretch.
The tension for Tanya was unbearable and she gripped Reannon's hand tightly for comfort. Each man had to contend with not only the lewd acts before them but also three naked females who were swarming all over them. Tanner had the shaven red-head rubbing herself up and down his leg whilst the other two busied themselves kissing and licking him. Bullet was similarly weighed down with the succulent beauties and their provocative attentions.