The Farm, part 5 by DEA - Arena of Death. Venus, a brutal superwoman in the arena. ---------------------------------- See the previous parts for a better understanding. Warning: some violence in the story. ----------------------------------- Titas was great. Her impossible sense allowed me daily to feel the wildest dreams and fantasies on my body. If she was somebody else, I would have already been dead several times. Dead? Even worse, crushed to nothingness. My confidence in her grew every day and I could dare more and more. At the beginning I thought of letting her simply fuck somebody to death sometimes, but in the end, I didn't want to create another sadistic beast like Venus. She didn't appear in the palace very often during that time, all the time she was preparing herself for the match in the arena. Only sometimes, she came in the evening to swim in the pool and then to fuck anybody who had the bad luck to meet her. Those nights were filled with horrible screams, and the following day we always found pieces of several bodies mangled beyond recognition. The day of the match was getting near quickly and I wondered how Venus would get along there. Sometimes I thought that it wouldn't be bad if somebody killed her there, but still, she attracted me with her violence a lot. In the end, I couldn't resist any more and went to see her training. I found her in a wood behind her village. She stood in a small clearing against a huge oak and, using no gloves, she was frantically pounding at it with her full strength like a boxing bag. Amazed, I saw the devastating blows cutting the trunk into splinters. She didn't feel the pain at all. Then she delivered the tree a horrible side-kick and the trunk crackled. She kicked again and again, then she took a run to it and the whole tree collapsed with a loud cracking. A 70 foot oak! She turned to me. She was naked, drops of sweat dripping down over her huge, swollen muscles. "Coming here as a sparring partner?" she laughed. Saying yes, I might have become one. For one blow… "Just passing by…" I replied. "I'm really interested about the opponents. I hope they last more than these snags…" she said, looking into her deep cleavage. Then she picked up a stone, sized like my head, and put it between her forearm and 65'' biceps. Then she flexed. She fought for a while, using all her strength, then there was a cracking like stone is ground in a hydraulic press. "Uhhhhgggg…." she moaned and the stone disintegrated into pieces. She relaxed, breathing loudly. Her vast, steely melons were quickly tensing and the dust was falling from them. "Wanna have a rest in my arms, sir?" she smiled victoriously. "I'd better not." "But I'd like to feel something soft in my cute arms. To hug it to its end…" Her tanned skin glistened with the sun and I didn't know what to do. Her raw carnality was driving me mad, but my self-preservation was telling me that I would have been just like a one-use condom for her. "Go on training, the match will be hard. Harder than you can imagine!" I bluffed to get rid of her, "go on!" She crossed her arms and smiled. "They'll die anyway!" she said and went to chop another tree. I disappeared before she could have changed her mind. I had a good luck… The day of the match came. I, the farm manager, and a servant went there in a chaise, Venus was alone in another one. I didn't want the horny giantess to divert her attention with raping any of my slaves (or me). In the end, she was representing me and her chaise had to do its best to bear her weight. The coliseum wasn't impossibly huge. It wasn't a kind of popular mass entertainment, but a show for a few desirables. There were all the farm owners, officers and most of the local army here. Together with servants there were about 5.000 people here, which was about 90% of the capacity of the stadium. I lay down on a sofa comfortably and a slave poured me wine. Unfortunately, how it soon appeared, I lay beside a prattling idiot, a fat officer of the state administration. "You are new here, aren't you?" he started. "Yea." "Are you a farmer?" he didn't let himself be brushed off. "Yea." "Do you got somebody here? I mean for the fights…" "Yea, one little girl…" I grunted. "A little girl? I hope not the terrible giantess?!" the man got almost frightened, "man, I've been here for 30 years, but I haven't seen anybody like her. Not muscles, nor power, but her eyes. God! She's different, she's a killer, the only real one who is here. I made a bet on her." "Well, good luck…" "She'll win. Be sure… By the way, she's got nice tits… have you already slept with her?" I looked at him angrily. "No, but I can arrange it for you!" "Sorry, sorry…" he apologized, "I just heard a rumor that somebody from your farm had an unpleasant accident." "Accidents happen." "Yea, sure. They happen…" he went silent finally. A man came into the ring and stroked a gong. The warriors began to enter the sandy arena. There were exactly 64 of them - 32 Gits and 32 Reds. Both races should have been respected, or better said, contribute to our amusement. It was well calculated. 32 giants against 32 red indians entered the first round. Needless to say that the second round meant 16 giants against the other 16 giants… All warriors entered the arena. Venus was the only female there. Most of the giants were taller, but only a few were more massive and muscular. Maybe two or three. With her aggresion, she's not chanceless. Maybe… The gong rang again and somebody began to declaim some idiotic bullshits about bravery and courage… Nobody listened… He finally finished and the fights could start. The executions… The first was extreme. The giant was over 12' and one ton of muscles, his opponent was old, skin and bones only man, about 5'6'' and 40 kilos. The only doubt was the way he would kill him. They took a stand on marks. The third gong… The giant took a step towards his victim. Step by step, slowly and unstoppably. The small man stood still and waited for his end. There was nowhere to run and no reason to fight. But when the giant was only three steps from him, he didn't hold on psychically and took a desperate flight. Desperately. A circle of huge guards, especially and only for this round, stopped him. The old man hopelessly convulsed in the mighty arms of one of them and with horror watch the coming opponent. The executioner… The giant grasped the man around his neck and tossed him across the whole arena, sending him flying 30 feet high. The man landed in a few somersaults and limply stayed lying in the sand. The muscle monster bent down to him, his vast palms clasped the man's skinny legs and lifted him off the ground, head down. Slowly and without any effort, he simply spread his arms wide and tore the old man like a frog. Within seconds, his body changed into two pieces of rare meat, entrails and litres of blood falling down. The giant dropped the man's remains to the ground and the referee terminated "the match". Nothing special, Venus would have done it better… The next match didn't last longer than 20 seconds. The Indian took a defense stand, hands in fists like in boxing. He ducked the first horrible blow, aimed at his head. He managed it even the second time, but the third one directly hit his shoulder. The man's body arched like a bow and then it collapsed like a card-house. Using all his will, the guy painfully managed to get up one more time, his splinted arm horribly rammed into his half-crushed torso, but the giant's next punch was the last. The 17'' monitor-sized fist pulverized his chest as well as a speeding train would have done. The corpse landed a few meters from him and the judge, without need to control it, declared the giant the winner. Then finally Venus came into the ring. She looked beautiful and threatening at the same time. She wore just shorts, nothing more. Topless, proudly revealing her huge pecs and mounds. Her competitor was a young man, boy, barely teenager, a child. A virgin, without any hair or muscle. Venus looked at him with disdain. She came to fight… The gong… She slowly strode to her victim and the boy began to step back. She came just to him and he fell on his knees in complete despair, begging for mercy. She turned back like she wanted to leave. She stopped again She turned to him again and her fingertips came through the boy's throat with a fierce swing. A geyser of blood sprayed the sand. The boy still knelt like nothing had happened, then suddenly his head fell back, like the limp head of a marionette, hanging just from tatters of his skin and showing the violent crowd a detailed crosscut of his larynx, veins and spine. After almost an infinite while the body finally slumped to the ground. The crowd rewarded Venus with a loud applause. Finally something special… The next executions were not nearly as spectacular. Chest to chest crushing, neck snapping or just horrible fist blows, crushing everything living under them. The first round of massacres didn't take longer than half an hour. 32 bodies beyond recognition, mostly in several pieces. However, no spectators seemed offended by this gruesome brutality, hard to say whether they perceived it as brutality at all. These victims were something like cheerleaders, a Nothing, just an entertainment before the main, serious competition. A few slaves began to clean the arena. The bodies were thrown into carts and big spades shoveled the gore and guts of the poor, little slaves. The most exposed places were covered with new sand. Everything was coming to the real fights. The gladiators ceremonially entered the arena again, then there was the gong leaving only two giants for their ultimate fight. The next gong was the signal to start. Unfortunately, it looked like a gorilla fighting. Both of them darted against each other again and again in order to use a few hard-learned wrestling holds and tricks. Though they were serious and there were a few good hits, thanks to their endurance there was no harm to be seen on them. After 10 minutes of a dead match, the gong stopped the fight. Both giants stood up, breathing loudly. Except sweat, there was no scratch on them. The ref's assistant brought two hammers. Well, hammers, they were huge steely balls with sharp, recessed, triangular spikes, cast with the steel hilt into one piece of an incredibly destructive weapon, about 400 pounds. The next round was significantly more careful at the beginning, but then both the giants let themselves get carried away again. The steely spikes, powered by their incredible strength, tore their huge muscles slowly but surely into pieces. Nevertheless neither of them seemed to have the edge. In the end, the smarter one won. He ducked the opponent's blow and before he managed to lift the weapon again, he crushed his head, the only weak part, with one devastating stroke. The dead fell to the ground. The crowd rejoiced and cheered the winner of the serious duel, raising his hands triumphantly. But blood was gushing from him in litres, hard to say if he'd survive the next round. Hardly had they taken the corpse away, then the gong rang again and two new gladiators came in. Venus! Against her - man, a giant about a foot taller, huge, gigantically muscular, but still, Venus' incredible stature looked more powerful and dangerous. The ref struck the gong and the fight started. Before the giant could recover, Venus sent him a well aimed blow, hitting directly his chin. Not a strong one, just like she was testing his reactions. Still, it was strong enough to rip off a human's head… The giant's head just yanked back a little and he boggled a bit. Well done! Venus watched his reaction carefully: "Boom!" the same, a bit stronger blow, landed on the same place. The giant boggled a bit more and raised his hands, ready to fight. But he got the third one that moment and immediately after, a devastating elbow hit into his unprotected belly, using all her power. The man bent down and tried to catch his breath. Standing close to him, she rammed again her fist into his face with her full strength, putting all her agression and animal desire to rip apart the first real opponent, brave enough to dare oppose her in public. "Crack!" his nose broke, the giant boggled and fell down, blood covering his face. Venus stopped, calm but alert, satisfied with her entrance. She let the giant get up slowly and before he could react, she sent him a horrible side-kick into his belly. "Uhhhhaaa!" the giant screamed at the pain he felt for the first time in his life and fell on his knees, vomiting his breakfast. She came to him, grinned and her fist landed on his scruff at full tilt. The fist, as big as his head, had the same effect as the hammer in the previous fight. His skull simply exploded before he could understand what happened. "Holly shit!" the officer beside me muttered only… The giant's body slowly slumped into the sand and Venus realized her great victory. She began to jump and shout, cheering the violent crowd. Nice. I should have bet on her, too… The huge giants, the most powerful being on this planet, were killing each other for the wicked amusement of a few desirables. Despite their strength, hardly anyone could fight well enough to kill his opponent with bare hands. Only four warriors managed it, last year's champion among others, who also only succeeded in killing his challenger in a different way than breaking his head. He simply slaughtered him… Every step of Venus' next opponent caused him problems. A deep wound covered almost the whole side of his thigh and his didn't look nice either. He hobbled hard, trying to hide the pain.. Venus smiled evilly. This was gonna be an easy prey… She slowly walked around him, enjoying his pain when he tried to follow her movements to be ready for her impact. But it came lightning fast. She quickly made two steps aside and her sole crushingly landed on the man's knee. The giant screamed with pain and slumped to the ground. He desperately convulsed in order to get up quickly again, but it was useless, his leg was already written off. After he recovered from the shock, he hopelessly tried to prepare to defend himself sitting. Venus smiled once again and began to walk around him again. The man in the dust of the arena spun after her, but it was already clear who was the favorite here. Dozens of hard blows and hits from all possible angles, he could block, slowly changed him into a bruised pile, unable to move. The gong saved him before the inevitable end. Both Venus and the bloodied giant, almost unconscious, were given the hammers. Meanwhile she toyed with it like a horrifying toy, her rival could barely even move with it. She slowly stepped forward to him. The man, using his last will, lifted up the hammer with both hands. "Crssss!!!" both irons hit with a tremendous power and the giant's flew off a few meters away. "Game over!" Venus commented and gripped her weapon with both hands. A long swing followed and then a horrible stroke landed on his chest, directly at his heart, before he could do anything. It was too much even for a giant. Sharp peaks of the 400 pound hammer tore trough his chest and his heart burst into pieces under this horrible pressure. A geyser of blood shoot from his mouth and his body landed two meters away. It was really over and the excited crowd began to cheer Venus almost like a new goddess. The gong terminated the match and two slaves pulled out her last victim. The more you got, the more you want… "You are the next!" she shouted and pointed at the last season winner, a giant one and half foot taller than her, looking into the arena through the personnel entrance. A bit courageous was she… The 4th round was even less attractive. Almost every gladiator had a wound, their movements were slow, often full of pain. The previous injuries often took the decisive part... Venus had good luck. Not that she needed it. Though the giant who faced her didn't look injured, but he was barely able to stand. He tottered around her like a drunk and when he turned to us with his back, we could see why - a stream of blood was gushing from his head. I thought that even Venus realized that it was about to be over and she wanted to have some fun. She came to him, easily blocking his uncoordinated attempts. Boom!!! The first direct into his stomach. Two hard blows to his chest. The giant staggered and almost fell down. The next horrible punch into his belly. And another one, again and again. The man bent over, Venus jumped into the air and both her vast fists landed on his collarbones from atop. He fell on his knees, nearly unconscious, slowly fell down. Venus caught him with her palm at his broad back, almost tenderly, like she wanted to help him. The giant looked at her in surprise. She smiled and stroked his hair. Then she took his head into her palms and mercilessly pressed them together. It sounded like a clap and his head imploded like an egg. An animalistic roar came out of Venus. She raised her arms victoriously, her face covered with his blood. 'Oh my God! I hope she's calm when she's back…' I thought. The semifinals were probably the best matches from the whole day. Venus faced a scarred giant, an experienced fighter, who was at least as strong as her. But the fight didn't respect any previous experience and merits. Venus, still very excited, began to beat the man like crazy. Punches, kicks, holds, everything in a dreadful tempo. The giant couldn't keep her pace at all and within a half minute, he changed into a boxing bag. But she didn't stop even then. She beat him mercilessly until he collapsed. It reminded me of the tree from the forest. A high jump followed and before he could react, a ton of meat concentrated in Venus' knee landed on his neck and it was too much even for such a giant. Venus' opponent for the final was a dreadful, mechanical killing machine, named Butch. Butcher… His movements seemed somehow slow, but technically advanced and he killed his rivals effectively and without a hint of emotion. An injured man, a head smaller, stood no chance against him. Butch didn't let anything go by chance, slowly and methodically seeking good targets, and showered him with precise and horribly strong (according to git's ratios) hits and destructive kicks. After a few minutes, when his opponent was barely able to stand on his feet, Butch came close to him and locked him in a tremendous hug around his lower back. They fought for a while, but then his opponent's arms fell limply down. The champion yanked with his hold several times more and then the man's body limply broke back, an impressive show of his broken spine. ……………. After a short break, the long-expected finale started. The arena was cleaned up, the slaves lit the torches around. Then both opponents came in. Butch the butcher, the defending champion, and my little Venus. "There's one rule: no rules!" the ref shouted and waved to his assistant. The gong rang. Both of them squared up. They were different than other slaves - watchful, bright, well aware of the importance of every move. Butch attacked first. He took a run towards her to knock her down. Venus dashed aside and moreover, she managed to kick him in his belly. The giant growled in surprise at her reflexes and speed, and quickly got into fighting stance again. Immediately, he attacked again, this time more carefully. They exchanged a few blows and kicks, but without any marked effect. Then he pounced at her again. "Women should stay at home!" he hissed, while trying to clamp her in a bearhug. "Really?" Venus responded and with her full strength, she wedged her knee between his legs. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he roared. His scream was heard all around the arena. He let her go and grasped his crushed nuts. She smiled evilly and rammed her fist hard into his stomach. A horrible blow which would have killed a bull threw the giant a meter back. He groaned with pain even more and cradled his belly. Venus benefited from that and with the tip of her feet, she kicked the giant's crotch again, literally forcing his one-and-a-half ton body off the ground, and subsequently added a well-aimed devastating kick at his head. The giant fell to his knees and shivered in pain. Venus smiled victoriously and raised her hands up. The sadistic crowd began to applaud. "Venus! Venus!" echoed through the whole arena and the people began more and more often to point at me. Then the giant stood up hard, and within three quick steps, he was at her. Venus barely managed to turn round and that time, the giant clasped her around her waist in a deadly bearhug. He lifted her off the ground, probably the first in the world. "I'll kill you, bitch!" he wheezed in the high tone of a castrate and squeezed hard. She began to laugh maniacally and couldn't stop. "Bitch!!!" he squeaked again but she laughed even more. He tried to break her spine like he had the previous competitor, but it didn't seem to have any effect. After a while, she finally stopped laughing. "OK, boy, let's rock!" She clasped his head, which was directly at the level of her huge breasts, with both palms from behind, and rammed it between them. It disappeared there like a little apple. Then she simultaneously tensed her huge melons and 60'' biceps in a lethal embrace. The giant immediately eased his hug and tried to get rid of her. His paws frantically clawed her wonderful body, but his fight was short and desperate. His arms fell limply and his unconscious body sank down. Venus's feet slowly touched the ground again and with a victorious smile, she twisted her squeeze. The remains of the giant's head separated from his neck and she let his corpse fall to her feet. The shocked crowd began to applaud her again. Venus slowly and provocatively, watching the audience, slipped her hand into her cleavage and cleaned off the bloodied remains of his skull, blood and green brain. Then she smiled at the dead giant and raised her hands up. The crowd went crazy. Instead of a king, they had a queen... End of part 5 to be continued ---------------------------------------- DEA dearchive@hotmail.com http://get.to/dea