Episode X - Erika By Motif88 Sword combat update: 18/12/1997 to misc3 Copyright Wet Hen Productions, 1997 Standing before an ancient red door the burly security guard snapped to attention, bringing her automatic rife to port arms as the arena's first administrator approached. "At ease, Sung.", the red headed official ordered. "Has the first combat for today started yet?" "No ma'am." the asian woman replied, slinging her weapon over one broad shoulder. "I received word from blue door that one of the warriors has arrived. I'm waiting for the other to get here." Ms. Erika glanced at the clipboard she was carring, "Very good. Looks like that's her now." she said casually, pointing to the woman's left. The red uniformed guard turned in the direction her superior pointed as Ms. Erika slipped a lead weighted blackjack from her pocket and lighty tapped the woman across the back of her head. Without a sound, the guard dropped unconscious to the ground while Erika quickly pocketed the sap and, pausing only to check the prostrate guard's pulse, grabbed a heavy bronze key from her belt. Ms. Erika new she didn't have much time until the guard at the opposite door called in to check with the one she'd just knocked out. She hurriedly unlocked the ancient, red painted door with the key, then grabbed the fallen woman's ankles and dragged her into the dark corridor beyond. Quickly relocking the door, Ms. Erika stripped off her uniform and unwound the tape holding the two and a half foot shortsword her lover had helped secure between her broad shoulders earlier that morning. Old, half forgoten memories flooded through her as she bent and snatched the unconscious guard's walkie-talkie from her belt. Taking a deep breath, Ms. Erika sent a short prayer to a goddess she didn't really believe in that the other guard wouldn't recognize her voice. "Red door." she said softly, pressing the send switch. "Blue door, over." came the crackling reply. "She's here, send in the other one, over." "About time." the other guard commented. "She's in, send in your's, out." A tight grin broke over her face as she dropped the walkie-talkie. Hefting the sword's leather wrapped hilt in her right hand, Ms. Erika turned and walked down the dark corridor toward the inner door of the arena. Leaning her back casually against the door she'd entered a moment before, Renata folded her arms and waited for her opponent. To the right of her smooth brown legs a shortsword stood propped against the wall, it's blade polished to a mirror shine, gleeming under the room's harsh light. Her unfocused brown eyes idly looking at a point above the opposite door, Renata's blank face showed a marked absense of expression, as if she were waiting for a bus rather than the armed warrior whom she new would try to take her life. She continued watching the imaginary spot as the door across from her opened and a red haired woman of approximately the same age and height as herself entered the room. A silent moment passed between the two women, punctuated only be the soft click of the closing door. Finally, Renata lowered her gaze and regarded the solidly built woman standing a few yards before her. "I'd have been disappointed if it hadn't been you, Erika." she murmured. "Wouldn't have missed it." the first administrator said flatly, running one callused thumb along the freshly-honed edge of her sword. The dark haired warrior leaned to one side and grasped her sword's wire wrapped hilt, holding in at her side as she straightened. "You've been keeping yourself in shape I see." she stated, letting her gaze roam down her old enemy's muscular, rather blocky torso, finally alighting on the woman's sleek, well-toned legs. "I always envied your legs, Erika." "Thanks." Erika said dryly. "I had those scars you gave me removed." Renata continued, coyly arching her back to display the smooth light-brown skin covering the swells her full, dark nippled breasts. "I see you still have mine, plus a few more." The arena official's free left hand unconsciously traced an old scar running across the breadth of her flat stomach just above the navel. Three smaller scars bisected the old scar at various angles like a bad stitches. "You always went for the low cut." she commented. "Who's paying you this time?" Ms. Erika asked, changing subjects. "Who cares?" was her opponent's non-answer. "Enough to get these last two scars removed." she said, gesturing to the scars which ran along the lower edge of each flat cheek. "I think it's important to look good when I retire; after I kill you, that is." Erika walked to the center of the room and turned her body sideways to her foe, raising her sword. "You'll be spending your money in the underworld, you murdering whore." Renata's eyes darkened slighly as she pushed her back off the wall and began to sidle toward her old enemy, sword up. "I hope you die as well as she did." she said, lunging at the red headed warrior's face. Erika stood her ground and deftly parried her attacker's darting blade, carefully using the flat of her own sword. The red haired amazon's reach was slightly longer than her enemy's, allowing one skillfully executed ripose nick the attacking warrior's out streached forearm. But the slender woman seemed to ignore the small wound and continued her assault. Feinting low at Erika's stomach, the dark haired woman hammered two hard, overhead swings down at the defending woman's head, driving her back a step as she parried. As her foe drew her arm back for a third swing, Erika suddenly lunged forward, her sword thrust out before her. Dancing back from the muscular warrior's stop-thrust, Renata paused and risked a glance at her wounded sword-arm. Though satisfied to see that she'd gained only a slowly bleeding scratch from the exchange, she knew that even a small wound could eventually weaken her if allowed to bleed long enough, with fatal results. "Hope that doesn't leave a scar." she thought distractedly. Carefully watching her opponent, Renata felt her body become warm with long buried desire as a trickle of blood traced down her forarm. ---------------------- Second administrator Nikaela stared woefully at her cards, hoping irrationally that if she just concentrated long enough, her measely pair of sevens would somehow turn into a fullhouse. "I've got to cut out these morning poker games." she thought. With a snort of disgust she threw in her hand and looked resentfully at the three other officials seated around the breakroom table. Her young counterpart, S.A. Dalia, smiled sympathetically at her and shrugged her slender shoulders, making the flowing, silky blond hair framing her pretty face shimmer. To Dalia's left, assistant administrator Victoria idly counted her shrinking pile chips while across the table from her, assistant administrator Sharon raked in the pot. "Thank you girls!" Sharon crowed, counting her winnings, a broad smile splitting her chocolate brown face. "Doesn't your A.A. need to swamp out a cess pit or something." Nikaela grumped to the small woman across from her. "Depends on how much of my money she's got." Dalia laughed, folding one slim leg beneath her. "Guess I'd better get out the sump-pump then." Sharon said, grinning at her superior's idle threat and reaching for the cards. Mikaela's own face, several years older and a couple shades lighter than Sharon's, finally gave up and broke into a smile as she surrendered to the smaller woman's infectious good humor. She looked into the other second administrator's laughing blue eyes as she chuckled and wondered, as she frequently did, what it would be like to kiss the young blonde woman's soft, invitingly red lips until they were puffy and moaning with desire. Her oft imagined fantasy was broken by the angry buzzing of the breakroom phone which perched precariously on a pile of old magazines next to the door. "I'll get it." Victoria volunteered, violating the the first rule of military life. "Always something." Dalia said, shrugging her lovely shoulders again. "Ms. Mikaela," Victoria said, addressing the arena's head of security, "One of your guards didn't check in after the first match started." "Shit." Mikaela muttered, seeing a vision of her money fluttering away. "Which of the stupid cows is it?" she asked Victoria. Repeating the second administrator's question into the phone, Victoria listened a moment, then said, "Sung, she was on admittance duty at the old combat building. Her partner says she just vanished after the first match started." "Nuts." Michaela said, getting up from the table. "Deal me out, I'd better check this out myself." ------------------------- Taking advantage of the brief pause in her foe's attack, Erika stepped forward and swung an overhead slash at her opponent. The dark haired warrior blocked high and took a quick half step closer, her left fist licking out to land a punch on the attacking woman's jaw. Her head ringing from the blow, the muscular fighter grasped her enemy's sword arm at the wrist, even as she felt a hand clamp down on the own wrist below her own sword. The two amazons staggered back and forth, blades locked high over their heads, each trying to overpower the other. Sweat ran in rivers down their shining bodies, making their grips on each other's wrists dangerously slippery as each warrior dodged the other's stamping feet and jabbing knees. Slowly, her face a mask of determination, the red haired warrior forced their arms down between their struggling, twisting bodies. Blue veins stood out on the arena official's bulging arms as she pushed her old enemy backwards. Blood dripping down the slender woman's elbow left a trail of red dots on the floor, marking their progress across the room. Renata's smootly muscled arms began to ache as she vainly struggled to halt her forced retreat. Her thin lips twisted in a slight grin as she saw her foe wince from a glancing blow to her shin. "Goddess, she strong." Renata thought. "But I'm still faster." The dark haired fighter let her body sag, pulling her foe suddenly off balance as she dropped on her back to the floor. Dragging her enemy after her, Renata quickly brought her feet up under the falling warrior's scarred stomach and straightened them violently, heaving her foe's pale, muscular body into the air. Cursing as she flew over her old enemy, Erika desperately twisted her body in mid air and brought her arms close to her chest, managing hold onto her sword and take some of the impact on her forearms as she slammed face down on the floor. Seeing her hated foe roll to her feet, Eirka pushed her aching body to it's knees as the brown skinned woman advanced and slammed a hard kick into her chest. The red haired amazon grunted and rocked back on her thighs, bringing her sword slashing up through the air, just missing the retreating foot; then raising her sword higher to block an answering downward stroke from her foe's sword. Erika winced, her arm jarred to the bone as the attacking woman rained heavy, two-handed strokes on her upraised sword, trying to beat her blade down. Renata grinned openly now, her body flushed with excitement as she flailed wildly at the woman kneeling before her. As the dark haired woman raised her sword for yet another stroke, the red haired amazon shot to her knees, her left fist lashing out and slamming into the soft flesh of the standing fighter's lower belly. Renata gasped and reeled back, the air driven from her body by her foe's punch. Half doubled over, her fully aroused, shining brown breasts heaved wildly as she fought to catch her breath and watched her opponent push herself erect. "Lucky bitch!" she croaked, tightening her grip on the wire hilt of her sword. "Your slowing down, dear." Erika replied. "You'd never have been caught like that thirty years ago." Renata straightend up, a snarl flashing across her face before, with an almost visible effort, she reasserted her normal vacant expression. "Thirty years ago...you wouldn't...have stood your ground." she accused between deep breaths. "You ran off...crying like a man...thirty years ago." ----------------------------- Her dark green eye's wide with pain and terror, the naked young warrior lay on her side in the forest clearing, arms pressed tightly against the long, bleeding cut on her abdomen. A few yards before her, the slender, equally nude young woman who had dealt her such a terrible blow stood proudly over an older, half conscious woman wearing in a flowing purple robe. The tip of the standing woman's broad bladed spear poised just above her defeated foe's right eye as her chest heaved from the long fight, blood leaked slowly down her gorgeous, youthfull breasts from twin cuts running across the rounded upper slope of each mammary. The prostrate young woman gasped, waves of agony rolling through her blocky, muscular body from her wounded abdomen. Her eye's desperately swept the secluded forest clearing, looking for the sword she'd been practicing with before the dark haird woman's sudden ambush. Finding no sign of her lost sword, she shook a length of long, flame-red hair away from her pale, sweating face. Her mouth moved soundlessly as she desperately sought to call out and beg her dark haired attacker to stop. The point of the standing young warrior's spear wandered down the purple clad woman's body, past the bruise on her harsh, angular jaw. It hovered briefly over the older woman's exposed chest, then continued down between her half-covered, heavy breasts to the carelessly tied sash which held the two halfs of the purple robe closed over the woman's stomach. "NO!" sobbed the young red head, wincing at the effort to speak. Turning her head slightly, the erect young woman looked expressionlessly at the wounded fighter as she slipped the blade of her spear under the robe's sash and yanked the ends apart, then used the point to draw the edges of the open robe aside, exposing the unconscious woman's body. "I loved her too." the dark haired woman said softly, thoughfully. "But did you have to fuck her?" The woman laying naked before her groaned and stirred. She was clearly older than the two young warriors, with smooth tan skin covering the hard muscle of an experienced fighter. While the standing young fighter's spear moved in almost random arcs over her body, the woman's brown eyes fluttered, a louder groan escaping her wide, thin lipped mouth. The wounded young fighter's face twisted again as another wave of pain rippled through her body, causing her to tighten her arms against the blood leaking from her abdomen and curl her lovely, well-toned legs toward her muscular torso. Unable find the breath to speak, she could only watch in growing shock as she saw the blank faced young woman's body grow aroused. The small dark nipples of the standing young woman's blood spattered breasts stiffened as the tip of her spear came to rest just to the side of the older warrior's heaving left breast. "You can't have her, Erika." she said breathily, a flush creeping over her expressionless face. "Not all to yourself." The red haired fighter gritted her teeth as she fought against the pain, bending her entire will to speak. "Please...please, No..." she begged. Letting out a small cough, the older woman's eye's flicked open to stare blurrily up at the young figher holding a spear pointed close to her chest. "Renata?" she said uncertainly. Leaning forward, Renatta thrust her spear down hard, ruthlessly driving the blade into the defenseless woman's chest. Two screams echoed through the clearing. A short, high shriek rose from the older warrior as she reflexively grabbed the shaft of the spear, a mixture of surpise, fear and finally agony freezing on her face as her body spasmed wildly . Simultaniously, a second longer wail came from the young red haired woman, rising higher and higher as she watched the older woman's mercifully short death struggle. The young, dark haired warrior's flushed face was suffused with a look of ecstasy as she jerked her hands away from the spear protruding like a gruesome signpost from the dead woman's chest, dropping with a heavy sigh to her blood spattered knees. She pressed an arm across the cuts on her chest and leaned over to gaze closely into her victim's staring, blank brown eyes. One hand moved to a pool of blood between the dead woman's still breasts and dipped in long forefinger, then Renata sighed again as she smeared the blood covered finger on her lips, still gazing raptly at the dead woman's face. Hot tear's streaking down her face, Erika dragged her wounded body toward the edge of the clearing, unnoticed by the young woman crouching over the woman she'd just killed. Erika's plain young face became a mask of pain filled determination as she summoned every ounce of strength to drag herself to her feet, using the trunk of a tree to lever her rapidly weakening body erect. A last tearfull glance back at the clearing froze a scene in her mind that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. As she staggered her way through the trees toward a small shack where a brace of horses were tethered, Erika saw Renatta's hand dipping over and over again to the dead woman's chest, and smearing blood on her ecstatic face. ------------------------------ The leather wrapping of Erika's sword hilt creaked under her callused hand, her vision blurring as she fought to contain the rage coursing through her. Her angular face, already flushed with the exertion of combat, darkened furthur as her old enemy's words stung her ears. "You murdering little slut." she said tightly, wrestling with her anger. "Don't you DARE call ME a slut!" Renata burst out, her countenance changing from dead calm to murderous hatred in less than a heartbeat. "YOU'RE the one who seduced your own mother. YOU'RE the one who took her away from me. You went with her up to that stupid fucking shack so you could FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT WITH HER!" Taking a step closer to her hated foe with each accusation, she hissed, "You're the whore. You're the slut! An agonizing mental wrench made Erika shudder violently as she forced the pent-up rage of thirty years to spred throughout her pain-filled body. As she channeled her long nursed hatred into her bruised muscles, then furthur into the very marrow of her aching bones, she felt an icy calm replace the boiling hatred. "Mother knew you were crazy." she said finally, her vision clearing, "I don't think she knew just how crazy, until you killed her." "SHUT UP!" Renata shreiked, stopping a few yards from the red headed warrior. "She must have known it when she caught you carving up those little kittens in your room." Erika continued. "She still loved you, though. Right up to the day you murdered her." Renata's wide brown eyes glared insanely at her older half-sister standing calmly before her. Spittle flew from her twisted mouth as she screamed wordlessly and started to charge at her foe. Then, as if a switch had been thrown, Renata stopped her wild charge, her face as blank as when she'd entered the room. "It was a mistake not to have killed you too." she said in a suddenly steady, almost reasonable voice. Raising her sword, a small grin creased her lips as she said, "So when you get to Hell, say hi to mom for me." "Tell her yourself." Erika replied, leaping forward to drive a hard thrust at her sister's flat brown belly. Renata jerked her body aside a fraction of a beat too slow as the thrusting blade's razor edge opened a gash on her left side just above the swell of one slender hip. Snarling at the sudden pain, the dark haired amazon swept her sword down and across, missing her opponent's arm, then brought her blade up level with her shoulder and down again in a back stroke at her opponent's chest. The muscular warrior parried furiously as her foe aimed a half dozen continuous slashes at her chest and head, the last blow beating Erika's sword down enough to leave a small, deep cut along the left side of her neck, fortunately missing a major vein. Even as she felt blood trickle steadily down her neck, the arena official's eye's never wavered from her opponent's flashing blade and stamping feet. Spinning her body away from a lightning cross cut, Erika suddenly dropped to one knee and thrust her sword at her foe's legs. Renata threw herself back, jumping as the tip of the red haired woman's blade left a long, diagonal cut on the silky brown skin on inside of her right thigh. Her adversary lept forward, sword flashing a series of cuts at her body as Renata retreated, her parrys and counter thrusts taking on an air of desperation. Feeling her blood striped sword-arm beginning to seriously weaken, the slender fighter began dodging her foe's thrusts, parrying only when forced to. Blood trickled from the cut on Erika's neck, trailing around her collarbone, then coursing down her heaving chest and between the firm, round globes of her pale nippled breasts. Her breath began to rasp in her throat as she eagerly pursued the dodging, twisting brown body of her half-sister. With a loud clang, Erika beating her opponent's blocking sword down with a heavy, two-handed slash, knocking it from her weakening grasp. Stepping in close to her now unarmed foe, the red haired amazon grinned savagely. "Now who's running away, bitch!" she taunted, swinging a heavy back-handed slash in a wide level arc at the slender warrior's neck. Spinning in a half circle quickly inside the arc of her muscular foe's swing, Renata's empty hands flashed up to grab the attacking woman's wrists, jerking her arms along with her as she continued turning. Using the momemtum of her opponent's own swing to tug her off balance, the dark haired fighter suddenly stopped and threw her astonished foe over one out- thrust hip. As she released her grasp on the wrists, her foe's flailing blade slid down her chest, leaving a long, shallow cut from the top of her right shoulder diagonally across her chest, ending halfway down the slope of her left breast. Pain flaired in Erika's left shoulder and her sword jarred from her hands as she slapped heavily down to the floor. "Fuck!" she yelled in frustration, pounding the floor with her empty fist. Using her right arm, the red haired fighter quickly levered her half-stunned body to it's feet. As she cast about for her lost sword, she saw her half sister picking up her own sword where she'd dropped it, then look down at her bleeding body. Cupping her wounded mammary in her left hand, the dark haired warrior looked up at Erika, flipping a length of grey streaked, black hair from her angry face. "Dammit, Erika!" she reproved her older sibling, "You've cut my tit again!" Striding purposefully down the hall toward the first administrator's office, Mikaela's frown deepened, pulling the edges her generous lips further down her face. "What the fuck is going on?" the confused offical wondered, rapping prefunctorily on the office's door. She knew Ms. Erika wasn't there, or else she wasn't answering her phone. Either way, it was very unusual for her normally rigidly-efficient superior not to be available. Suspiciously unusual. Opening the unlocked door, Mikaela stepped in and looked around the abnormally quiet office. Before her, the F.A.'s battered old desk stood like a mute wooden alter beneath the office's single window. It's scarred, ink- stained top clear except for a blank computer monitor and keyboard. On the left side of the room were a row of out-dated filing cabinets upon which perched a well-thumbed set of law books detailing the regulations of the arena, and an unheathly looking coffee maker. "Thought as much." she murmured to herself as she looked about the empty office. On the right side of the room, the dark screen of the combat room monitor stood before it's console where a red button blinked steadily, indicating a match in progress. It was the first administrator's duty to watch each combat as it took place, and although the regs expressly forbade any other officer to use the monitor, Mikaela had on occasionunofficially taken the duty while her superior was busy elsewhere. "Better just check on it." the S.A. thought uneasily, striding quickly over to the console and punching in the code on it's keypad to unlock the dedicated terminal. The monitor flared to life and Mikaela watched with growing astonishment as the two women silently fought on the screen. "What- in-the-nine-worlds!" she breathed, seeing the recently arrived warrior furiously slashing at her desperately dodging superior. The second administrator's dark eye's widened as she saw Erika spin away from the attacking woman's flashing sword, then arch her body in pain as her opponent's backslash left a long vertical cut on her retreating back. "What the FUCK is going ON!" the confused offical repeated, unable to tear her unbelieving eyes away from the fight on the screen. She noticed her superior's opponent was bleeding from several cuts on her heavily sweating, deeply tanned body as she chased the red headed warrior around the arena. On the screen, Ms. Erika made a quick grab for her fallen sword. Mikaela saw the dark haired woman's sword flash down, biting deeply into the dodging woman's right bicep as she quickly backpeddaled, her mouth agape in a wordless scream. Seeing her superior clutching her wound, blood spurting between her fingers as she again retreated from her opponent's thrusting, red smeared blade, Mikaela snapped out of her daze with a start and wrenched her walkie- talkie from her hip. Bringing up to the side of her closely cropped, kinky black haired head, she thumbed the send button. "Station six." she barked, raising the guard post nearest the old arena building. "Six here, over." came the reply. "Get your squad down to the old arena on the double. Over." the security chief ordered, flipping a switch on the consol to open the electronic locks of the arena's inner doors. "Yes ma'am." her communicator crackled in her ear, "We're on the way. Out." "Wait!" Mikaela barked again, seeing the indicator light above the door switch remain dark. She flicked the switch on and off repeatedly, but the indicator remained stubbornly unlit. "Send a couple runners to the armory," she ordered, turning from the console to stride quickly toward the office door. "and have them bring a battering-ram." ------------------------ Erika's teeth were bared in a snarl of pain. Tightly gripping the heavily bleeding slash on her now numb right arm, she backed away from her grinning younger half-sister. For the first time since the fight had begun, fear yammered at the gates of her mind bolts of agony shot up from her wound threatened to overwhelm her senses. As her old enemy advanced on her, Erika saw the same look come over her sister's face that had been there when she'd stood over their dying mother so long ago. Standing proudly before her older sister, Renata's face shone with insane triumph as she paused briefly to catch her breath. Her blood covered chest heaving wildly from the exertion of chasing her unarmed foe. Lifting the hand away from her chest, she licked the blood delicately from her forefinger. "Don't worry... big sister." she panted, "I'll make it quick. You'll hardly...feel a thing." "Tell me something." Erika ground out through a red haze of pain. "Mother told me something...the night before you killed her. "I've always wondered if...it were true." "What's that dear." Renata said supiciously. "Well, she said you'd climbed into her bed a couple night's before." Erika said conversationally as she began sidling slowly toward her fallen sword. "She said you'd tried to make love to her while she slept." The red haired warrior watched as her sister's look of triumph became a blank stare. "That's not true." she whispered, "You're lying, I never...She didn't..." "I think you did, Renata." Erika said more forcefully, inching toward her sword. "I think you're the one who tried to seduce her." "No!" Renata said hotly, anger growing on her face. "You're the one whofucked her, you slut! I know you did!" "She loved me." Erika said simply, "But she pushed you away. She knew you were insane. She was probably afraid of you." "LYING BITCH!" Renata roared hoarsly, "SHE LOVED ME!" "No, she was afraid of you!" accused her older sister, now only a few feet away from her sword. "LIIIIIIAAAAR!" screamed the raging warrior. Seeing how close her hated foe was to the dropped sword, she charged her older sibling with her sword waving high over her head. "No you don't!" she shouted. The wounded red haired woman crouched and feinted toward her sword, then lept at the charging woman and slammed her left shoulder into the her stomach, sending them both crashing to the floor. As she landed atop her younger sister, she saw the sword bounce from her hand and skitter a few feet away across the blood spotted floor. Raising her left fist, Erika pounded it down on her foe's blood soaked chest. "Bitch!" Renata gasped as her adversary hammered the wound on her chest. Quickly, her hands darted to the flailing arm, clutching it as it came down for another blow. The struggling dark haired fighter's legs tangled with her foe's, blood and sweat making them slick, and impossible establish a leg lock. As her opponent fought to free her arm, Renata jerked both legs up sharply and her foe grunted as a knee slammed into her crotch. Twisting the arm she held tightly in her grasp, Renata rolled her older sister off her pain- wracked body. Erika flipped heavily onto her stomach beside her sister, her vision wavering as more agony assaulted her senses. Lifting her head, the arena official saw her sister's sword lying a few feet before her. Trailing her useless, heavily bleeding arm behind her, Erika slowly, achingly crawled toward the sword, but as her hand flopped only a few inches from the weapon, she felt her foes body slap down on her bleeding back, one blood soaked arm wrapping around her throat. Renata rolled over on her back, dragging her foe's flailing body atop her and wrapped her legs around the red haired woman's thick waist. Tightened her hold around her foe's waist and throat, Renata felt her sister's slick body pressing heavily against her own. Faint, familiar feelings of desire stirred behind the bright stabs of pain from her body's many cuts and bruises, even as she strugged to strangle the life from her older sister. As the choking warrior's hand clawed at her arm, Renata filled her right hand with one small, firm breast and bent her mouth close one side of her sibling's head. "Did you like it when she sucked you tits?" she whispered cruely, digging her claws into the pale slippery flesh of her older sister's breast. "Did you like sucking her tits too? Like when you were a baby?" Her mind tottering on the ragged edge of consciousness, Erika barely felt her foe's hand digging into the soft flesh of her right tit. Abandoning her wild clawing at her attacker's choking arm, she flung her own arm above her head, hoping desperately the sword she'd been crawling toward was within reach. Then, as a yawning pit of blackness seemed opened up to swallow her, Erika's flailing hand slapped against the wire wrapped hilt of her sister's sword. A wordless song of triumph sang through Renatta's head as she felt her older sister's struggling body gradually relax in her arms. The pain from the cut on her chest melded into the pleasure of the achingly siff nipples of her breasts rubbing against her victims back, while a similar fusion took place as the slash on the inside of her thigh throbbed in tandem with the heat coursing from her crotch, both pressing tightly at her foes waist. Renata's entire body throbbed deeply as pain mixed inseperably with pleasure to bring it edging toward a blood-soaked climax. -------------------- "What happened?" Mikaela asked, kneeling next to the guard as she sat up, holding her aching head in her hands. "I don't know." the woman replied, "I was talking to the F.A. Next thing, I'm lying in here with a lump on my head." "I see." the security chief lied. Rising to her feet, she turned to the squad of guards behind her. "You two." she said, pointing at the two women holding a short metal battering ram. "Break down that door." she ordered, turning to point at the inner door of the arena. ------------------- Summoning the last of her waning strength, Erika tightend her grip on the sword and brought her arm arcing along the floor, its blade slicing into her opponent's hip as she lay moaning beneath her. Her younger sister's scream of suprise rang in her ears as the red haired amazon felt her foe's arms and legs spasm. Gasping air into her starved lungs, Erika rolled off her wailing foe. Laying on her side, the exausted warrior watched as her younger half-sister screamed and clawed at the wound on her hip. The rage she'd felt before came flooding back into her mind, lending a red tinge to her sight as she heaved her blood-spattered body to it's knees. A wordless shriek rising from her lips, Erika reversed her hold on the sword and plunged it down into her old enemy's stomach, making her body slam back to the floor. Her face a mask of animal rage, Erika saw her younger sibling's head whip up, her muddly brown eyes bulging as she stared uncomprehendingly up at her. Then, Renata's gaze followed the length of her opponent's arm down to the hilt of the sword protruding from her abdomen. "Oh." she muttered, grasping the short length of blade above where it was buried in her stomach. "Oh. You...you've stabbed me...you." Not noticing a rhythmic pounding shaking the door a few yards before her, Erika yanked the sword from her sister's stomach and brought in down again, this time thrusting it hard between her still erect breasts, using her weight to drive the blade completely through her hated half-sister's chest. Renata spasmed as the sword impaled her dying body to the floor, a thick gout of blood erupting from her wide streatched mouth, drowing her last scream. As the life fled from her eyes, Renata's gaze remained fixed on her sword jutting her chest. Erika knelt beside her dead opponent, staring stonily at her sister's blood-soaked body as a pool of her own blood accumulated beneath her. She looked up only when the door across from her burst open, a squad of guards erupting from the opening with second administrator Mikaela at their head. The women stopped in their tracks as they saw their superior officer calmly kneeling beside the dead woman, every inch of both combatants seemed covered with blood. After a moment of shocked silence, Mikaela took a step forward and said hesitantly, "Ms. Erika? What...what's going on." Turning her tired, grief-stricken gaze to the dumbfounded security chief, Ms. Erika took a deep breath. "Arrest me, Mikaela." she said, her body sagging as she dropped unconscious to the foor.