The body had nearly disappeared into the hole. The fight-master knew the fit was tight. He had adapted the punishment tube to be like that. Little room for movement .. stuck down the hole till the fight-master let a rebellious fighter free. And this brute was BIG! Little room to fit those killer shoulders down in there. He’d watched the Fiend lowered till he was visible only from the knees.
From experience with others who’d been learning the place in the hierarchy, the fight-master knew .. for all this snarling beast’s bluster .. he’d be nervy. Wondering how far down he’d be lowered. And why? What might be waiting for him down in the blackness. Monsters of the dark. Snakes. Sharp-teethed rodents he had no freedom to fend off. A fear of being buried alive. Expecting punishment for the damage he had caused. His nerves would be getting to him .. for all that brawn. For all his muscular swagger. For all his savagery and skills.
But the fight-master had no designs on taking out this Fiend. Bury the murderous brute alive? Too much value in such an asset.
The time would come, he’d explained to the master, when rival fight-teams would be falling over each other. Clamouring to prove their worth. To show they had the best men. That they were the only ones able to destroy the Fiend. And paying heftily for the privilege.
There’d be offers, he explained. Proposing a death-match. Offer to pay the master hordes of cash for the privilege of making their names. To be their fight-team that was the one that terminated the legend. Who wiped out the Fiend.
One offer. Then another would come. Topping the first. And more once the word got out ….. Rival fight-teams would come rushing to top each other in mountains of cash to be granted the right. To put a gang of fighters into the arena against the Fiend. To fire up to the savage lust of the mob. Animal-like, wolves, mad dogs .. ripping the beast limb from limb.
They’d make a performance of it. Something to go down in history. The show of eliminating it. Slowly. Memorably. Something the mob would remember .. swap stories over their drink . THEY HAD BEEN THERE! A calculated and slow ending. Extermination.
And the winning fight-team had made a name for itself.
The winners would be wanting to make their name. They’d take their time. Limb-from-limb. Breaking bones. This was a unique chance for the victorious fight-team. To write their name in the book of legends. They’d want the mob to love it. To enjoy. To howl. To glory in the Fiend’s extinction. They had been there! Deliberately taking the time over slowly taking a legend apart. A slow meticulous massacre. Till half-dead .. victorious .. they raised his barely breathing body high above their heads in triumph. Parading the destroyed myth before the howling screams of the slavering mob. Everyone glorying in its destruction. Every mouth howling. They had been there!
And even .. for a sizeable consideration .. it might be agreed the winner could be granted the right to take its destroyed life. An execution. In public, in the arena. THAT would get the tongues chattering for years. That would have the mob slavering. Hundreds screaming to take a part in this. Salivating in joy. A day to remember. To tell their grandsons. This memorable day. They were there!
The final end to the goose laying its golden eggs. But only when it had earned enough. When its reputation for invincibility had rival fight teams falling over themselves for the right .. masters coughing up an astronomical price. Buying the right to the title .. they had exterminated a legend. But only when the time was right. When it had earned its dues.
Public extermination. A savage execution. Certainly painful .. what else? Appealing to the screaming bloodlust of the mob. Crucifixion, maybe. Feeding the bloodlust of the mob as thick nails smashed up bone. Flushing blood to every man’s cock as the legend that had been The Fiend shrieked out in tortured agony. His agonised torso raised up on the cross for the blood-engorged rapture of the mob. Not a limp cock in the house.
What an asset. What a money spinner. And the prick had been bought for next-to-nothing. That had to be a good deal!
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