The Arena, Episode I - Alana
By Motif88
Alana vs Rhonda
Update: 12/03/1998 to misc4


Copyright Wet Hen Production

Sitting on the chilly table in the examining room, Alana waited 
impatiently for the last physical to start.  Muscular legs swinging back 
and forth, she tried to calm the excitement and apprehension her mother 
had told her every woman feels before their first arena combat.  At 
first, her mother absolutely refused to let her enter the arena. 

"You're just eighteen," she'd remonstrated, "some of those bitches are 
seasoned fighters.  They'll rip your tits off!"  "You were only 
seventeen at your first fight."  Alana shot back,  "And you were a 
street chick.  I've trained with the best fighters money can buy."  
"Look, dear.  By the time I had my first fight, I'd already fought 
hundreds of street battles."  she said in her most exasperated tone of 
voice.  "Your sparring with trainers can't compare with that kind of 
experience."  "But I..." 

"Besides,"  her mother overrode her, "you don't need the money like I 
did, I had nothing to lose. You've had everything you've ever wanted.  
So why do you want to risk all that in the arena?"  Alana drew herself 
up defiantly, flipping her waist length blond hair over one broad 
shoulder. "I'm not going to live off your money forever." she stormed.  
"And I'm going to be a better fighter than you ever were!" 

As her mother finished her last set on the free weights, Alana stood 
nude before the full length mirror.  She proudly examined her firmly 
muscled arms and chest.  Full breasts high on her chest with small, 
brown nipples.  Her smooth tan skin stretched over her slim hips and 
firm buttocks.  "You really think you're ready for a real fight."  her 
mother said with a last clang of the weights. 

"I know I am."  Alana said, her eyes never wavering from her carefully 
sculpted body.  "And besides, I've already signed up.  I go in for the 
first physical tomorrow."  "I know I can't stop you," she sighed, "but 
at least you have one advantage I never had."  "What's that?"  Her 
mother moved beside her daughter.  Her short, slender body contrasting 
with her daughters' taller, more voluptuous one.  "If you're beautiful 
enough, the winner might want to keep you." 

"You've read this entire document and understand the contents?"  the 
henna haired administrator said, more of a statement than a question.  
"I have."  The muscular, middle-aged woman distrustfully peered at the 
buxom, blond girl standing in front of her desk.  "And you know what 
happens to a fighter if she loses a battle?" 

"If she lives, Ms. Erika, she becomes a slave." Alana sighed 
impatiently.  First Administrator Erika looked doubtfully at the new 
fighter.  The gorgeous girl's broad shoulders and muscular arms 
indicated extensive weight training.  And she'd clearly studied with 
some of the better trainers. But she was obviously too young for the 
arena.  With a shake of her head, she passed the contract over to the 
arrogant girl.  "Sign at the bottom."  she said.  "It's about time." she 
said under her breath, reaching for a pen. 

Alana's door clicked softly behind her as she entered the arena... Each 
woman assessed the other across the empty white room.  As her eyes 
adjusted to the glaring overhead lights, Alana focused on her opponent, 
Rhonda.  She was taller than Alana by an inch or two, with jet black 
hair cropped close to her skull.  Her smooth, ebony skin gleemed as if 
lightly oiled.  High cheek bones framed almond eyes, an aquiline, 
slightly crooked nose, and full lips set in a sneer. 

The black woman's strong arms crossed beneath two full, impossibly firm 
breasts, the nipples stiff, coal-black cones.  Her wide shoulders and 
muscular torso tapered to a slim waist and flat stomach, hips flaring 
around a neatly trimmed bush.  With one foot slightly forward, Rhonda's 
long, black legs were the smoothly muscled legs of a dancer. 

Alana felt herself flush slightly as she gazed at her enemy, desire 
mixing with fear.  Putting on a mocking smile, she stepped forward.  
"You can submit now and save yourself some damage." she said. Rhonda 
smiled and stepped closer."Okay bitch, lets see what you've got!"  Alana 
shouted, launching a spin kick at Rhonda's face.  Her opponent leaned 
back, the foot missing by centimeters, then with a quick two step 
slammed her fist into Alana's midsection.  Clutching her belly, she 
doubled up as the black woman grabbed a fistfull of blond hair and sent 
her to the floor with a knee to the forehead.  Dazed, Alana lay on her 
back as Rhonda circled, preparing to stomp her foot on the downed 
woman's belly.  But as she raised her foot, Alana spun on her shoulder, 
her legs sweeping Rhonda's legs out from under her. 

Recovering quickly, Alana lept atop her opponent, slamming a knee into 
her exposed crotch, then battering her face with her fists as she sat on 
her stomach.  Rhonda yelped and sent three stiff fingers into the young 
fighters side, jabbing at her kidney.  Alana, shocked by the pain, 
grabbed at her side as Rhonda bucked her off.  Both women rolled to 
their feet and began cautiously circling.  Sweat glistening lightly on 
her body, Rhonda sent a flurry of round kicks at the white girls chest.  
Stomach still smarting, Alana backpedalled, desperately blocking the 
furious assault until, with an abrupt change of tactics, the black 
amazon's arm few out, landing a heavy slap between her ripe, young 
breasts.  Alana yelped, both in pain and as her back hit the wall.  
Then, her opponent closing in, Alana jabbed a short kick at her shin.  
As Rhonda side stepped to aviod the kick, Alana leaned forward, slamming 
a short right and a left into her lower belly. 

Now it was Rhonda's turn to retreat gasping as the white girl jabbed at 
her face, then with a short leap, landed a kick on the side of the black 
girl's head.  Rhonda staggered back with a grunt, blood trickling from 
the corner of her mouth.  Alana, her breasts heaving, smiled cruely as 
she leapt at her off-balance opponent. grabbing for her shoulders.  "Now 
I got you!" she crowed, but her arms circled empty air as Rhonda spun 
away, flinging one muscular arm out, catching the charging woman in the 
small of her back. 

Alana landed flat on the floor, arms and legs spread-eagled.  In an 
instant, Rhonda was on her back, right arm around her throat, the other 
hand buried in her hair.  The panicking blond woman flailed and bucked, 
tearing at her opponents choking arm.  As dark spots began to swarm in 
her vision, Alana arched her back, flinging her right arm back and, 
gaining a desperate grip on the black woman's leg, heaved with all of 
her fading strength, twisting her body.  Rhonda lost her grip, landing 
on her side with a grunt as the white girl twisted around, scrambling to 
get atop her tormentor. 

The two women rolled over and over, legs locked tightly, breast crushing 
against breast, hands grasping and slipping each others heavily 
perspiring flesh.  Finally, Rhonda again gained the upper hand, slamming 
the back of Alana's head against the floor, then straddling the moaning 
blond girl's waist, hands around her throat.  Alana squirmed and 
writhed, clawing at the strong black fingers around her throat.  
Wavering at the edge of consciousness she desperately flung her hands 
out, grasping the woman's heaving, sweat-slick breasts. 

Rhonda only grunted at first, then gasped in pain as Alana continued to 
rake her firm breasts with her fingernails.  The black woman arched her 
back, arms extended to their full length, her face set in a determined 
grimace as the white girl dug her thumbnails into her now erect black 
nipples.  At last, Rhonda's hands slipped, loosing on the sweating 
fighter's neck.  Alana's slim, muscular leg shot up, catching her around 
her head and slamming her backwards to the floor. 

Both women lay panting on the floor, Rhonda cupping her mauled, bleeding 
breasts;  Alana clutching at her crushed throat.  Eventually, both 
fighters got shakily to their feet.  Rhonda, a determined look on her 
face, lips compressed in a thin line, lashed out with combination of 
right and left jabs, bloodying Alana's face as she backpedalled, trying 
to block the punches.  Then, with a desperate scream of  "Bitch!"  Alana 
aimed a high kick at her enemy.  As her foot whistled past the black 
warriors face, Rhonda's hands lept out, grabbing Alana's ankle. 

Bringing the captured leg to waist height, Rhonda's face broke into a 
bloody toothed grin as Alana slowly shook her head in disbelief, trying 
to deny what was to come.  With a cry of glee, the black woman landed a 
hard kick to Alana's crotch.  The young fighter crashed to the floor 
with a scream of despair, clutching her crotch as Rhonda quickly stepped 
forward, kicking her exposed chest, breasts and covered crotch.  Alana 
curled up, trying to avoid the furious kicks.  At last, Rhonda grabbed a 
fistfull of blond hair and dragged the exausted girl to her feet, 
pushing her back to the wall and pinning her there with her body. 

Both women's faces were bruised and bloody,  their lips puffy, Alana's 
left eye half swollen shut.  After a moment, Rhonda spoke for the first 
time." You can submit now and save yourself some damage." As Alana 
struggled to free herself, the black warrior grabbed her firm, carefully 
rounded breasts, crushing and twisting them viciously, fingernail 
digging into her pert, brown nipples, as the young woman moaned and 
writhed in pain. As she clawed weakly at the black fingers digging into 
her tan flesh, Rhonda pressed closer and sent a sharp knee jabbing 
upward into her cunt.  Alana screamed as her opponent slammed her knee 
again and again into her abused crotch.  Then, a triumphant smile 
splitting her face, Rhonda stepped back, her heavy, bruised breasts 
heaving, she launched a wild, roundhouse punch, flooring her exhausted 
opponent. 

As Alana lay on the floor, half conscious, the black warrior stamped a 
foot in her midsection.  Gazing up at the victorious woman, her eyes a 
mixture of  fear and pain, Alana whispered through bloody lips,  
"Submit...,  please... don't..."  Frowning, Rhonda looked at her 
defeated opponents bruised, bleeding body.   "Well," she said finally, 
turning to go, "I guess I could use another maid." 


Episode II - Jasmyn Jasmyn vs Lynn 


Leaning one hand on a grey sink in the locker room, Lynn looked up as 
Ms. Erika approached through the open door.  Without a word, she handed 
the administrator a thick envelope.  Then leaning back against the sink, 
arms folded under her generous breasts, she waited as the red-headed 
woman counted the envelope's contents.  Satisfied, Ms. Erika turned to 
go but, pausing at the door, she turned to the statuesque brunette.  
"Why Jasmyn." she said flatly.  Lynn waited a beat, then said, "She's 
psychotic, she hasn't taken a slave in twenty fights."  "Is that the 
only reason?"  "No."  Ms Erika paused, waiting.  Seeing no further 
explanation was forthcoming, she turned and went out the door. 

The slave girl lifted a lock of blonde hair and gently rubbed salve into 
the back of her warrior-mistress' deeply scratched neck; while another 
labored to clean the blood from under her sharp fingernails. Jasmyn lay 
facedown on the silk covered table and, as the two slaves ministered to 
her aching body, let her mind relax and drift.  It had been a long, 
satisifying fight; and although her opponent had been quite pretty, she 
hadn't felt like taking a slave.  She rarely did, these days. 

As the slave finished treating the wound and began to smooth oil onto 
the pale white skin of Jasmyn's back and shoulders, the other slave 
moved to similarly prepare her trim, muscular legs.  A moan of pleasure 
escaped their mistress' bruised lips as her slaves kneeded the tension 
from her muscles. Jasmyn let her mind wander, re-living the fight in 
which she'd aquired the slave who now massaged her shoulders.  Liau 
gently massaged her mistress' chest, her hands moving carefully around 
the newly healed scar above the woman's left nipple.  Seeing Jasmyn slip 
into a light drowse, she leaned forward and, continuing her soft 
rubbing, whispered, "Let me fight for you." 

Jasmyn sighed and shifted fractionally, but made no reply.  Liau leaned 
closer, strong hands kneeding the blonde fighter's deltoid muscles.  
"Let me fight," she repeated, "and I'll win you a slave even better than 
me."  Her owner sighed again and smiled.  Languidly, she circled one arm 
around the asian woman's slender waist, pressing her body closer.  "And 
you'll be free." she said softly. 

"I'll fight a double for you, two against one, and you'll have both." 
Liau breathed, brushing her smooth, full brown breasts against her 
mistress'.  Jasmyn arched her back slightly, her small, firm, alabaster 
breasts pressing into her slaves larger mammaries.  "How about three." 
she teased, "It'll take three at least to replace you." 

"Yes." her slave said immediately, "Let me fight a triple for you." she 
moaned, moving her full, round lips millimeters from her aroused 
mistress' own flushed lips.  Casually, Jasmyn's hand flashed up, 
slapping the suprised slave hard across the cheek, knocking her to the 
floor.  Rolling onto her side, she looked down at Liau.  "No, I think 
I'll keep you awhile longer." she laughed. 

The asian woman had very nearly beat her.  Though a full head shorter 
and thirty pounds lighter than Jasmyn's own six foot, 130 pound frame, 
Liau's powerfull legs had snapped kick after kick into her belly and 
small, jutting breasts.  In desperation, Jasmyn had braved a flurry of 
punishing kicks and punches to grapple with her.  It proved to be the 
winning strategy.  After she'd bore the heavy breasted asian fighter to 
the ground, Jasmyn snagged a fist full of short, black hair and 
repeatedly slammed her forehead into Liau's snarling, beautiful face. 

She smiled at the memory and rolled over on the table.  As Liau 
ministered to her mistress' recently mauled breasts, paying particular 
attention to a nasty bite just above one pale pink nipple, Jasmyn 
savored the memory of kicking and knee-dropping the stunned Liau into 
submission.  The asian beauty had become the best slave she'd ever won.  
And the last... 

The familiar click of the door closing behind her greeted Jasmyn as she 
entered the arena...Tapping the baton rhythmically against her leg, 
Jasmyn cooly assessed her opponent.  Lynn's skin was smooth and well 
tanned, stretched tautly over her lush body.  Her legs were truly 
lovely, long and slender, leading up to her wide hips, trim waist, and 
full, rounded buttocks.  Her broad chest and shoulders supported two 
very large, pillowy breasts with wide brown nipples.  Her face, however, 
was disappointing.  Her eyes perhaps a trifle wide too wide, her thin 
lips severe above a slightly narrow jaw.  Her hair a mop of short, 
mousey brown curls. 

"She just won't do." Jasmyn thought.  Then, strutting to the center of 
the room, she stood casually with one hand on a cocked hip.  "C'mon 
girl, let's get this over with." she said.  "I've been waiting a long 
time for you, Jasmyn."  her opponent said evenly as she advanced toward 
the blonde fighter.  "I'm glad we finally got paired."  "Sure, 
whatever." said Jasmyn in a bored tone, brining her baton on guard. 

Lynn weaved her baton in a fluid X, circling her enemy.  "I've had to 
fight eight other women before I got lucky enought to draw your name." 
she lied.  "I hope you'll last a solid ten minutes."  "Let's see how 
lucky you feel when I crack open your skull."  Jasmyn snarled.  
Springing to the attack, she feinted a blow to Lynn's head, then aimed a 
jab to her well muscled belly.  Lynn blocked the thrust, sending a 
return swing at her opponent's head.  Jasmyn skipped back, parrying a 
half dozen quick blows, looking for an opening in the woman's attack. 

It came as Lynn, her shining breasts bobbing wildly, sent three sharp 
strokes at Jasmyn's slim hips, then while her opponent's stick was low, 
quickly pivoted on one foot, aiming a spin kick at her blonde head. 
Jasmyn crouched under the kick and, as Lynn recovered, her stick flashed 
out, smartly rapping the woman just above the left knee.  Supressing a 
scream, Lynn staggered back as the smiling Jasmyn again lept to the 
attack...Backed into a corner, the auburn haired woman parried blow 
after blow from the spinning, dancing blonde fighter.  Both bodies 
covered in a sheen of sweat, the two warriors feinted and thrust, 
blocked and parried in a furious tempo. 

Jasmyn knew she had her enemy out-classed.  She noted how Lynn favored 
her wounded leg, taking most of her weight on her right.  Bruises on 
both arms showed where Jasmyn had landed glancing blows.  The blonde 
woman's shining body pivoting and dancing before her, Lynn's face took 
on an increasing look of desperation.  Her tired, bruised arms blocking 
the blonde fighter's attacks more and more slowly.  Her grip growing 
slippery on the hard wood of the baton, she frantically searched for 
even the smallest opening in her enemy's attack. 

Seeing Lynn's strokes become slower and less certain, Jasmyn pressed her 
attack.  Spinning away from a counter-thrust to her chest, she saw the 
brown haired fighter over extending herself and, baton lashing out, 
smacked a solid rap against each heavy breast.  Lynn gasped, throwing an 
arm over her wounded breasts and raising her baton to block an expected 
blow from above. But the blonde fighter reversed her swing and gripping 
the hard wood with both hands, thrust it savagely into her enemy's lower 
belly. 

Howling, the brunette doubled over, flinging her arms around Jasmyn's 
slim waist, tucking her head against her side, her baton spinning from 
her grasp.  Grinning madly, Jasmyn rapidly rained blows on her opponents 
exposed back.  Grunting as each blow landed, Lynn crouched lower, hands 
clasping together under the blonde's taut ass.  Her muscular arms 
bulging as she strained to lift her attacker.  Gaping in suprise at her 
opponent's stamina, Jasmyn grabbed her short brown hair and tried to aim 
a blow at Lynn's head.  But before she could fulfill her promise and 
crack open the brunette's skull, Lynn, with a hoarse, animalistic 
scream, violently straightened her legs, flinging her tormentor in an 
arc toward the center of the room. 

Jasmyn landed hard on her back, the wind knocked out of her, baton 
bouncing out of her hand.  She lay for a moment completely stunned, 
staring up, noticing how the bright overhead lights made the room look 
as if it had no ceiling.  Then, pain shooting through every nerve in her 
body, she managed to roll to one side and prop herself up on her elbow.  
She saw Lynn sitting against the wall, both hands pressed to her 
stomach, a red stripe across each heaving breast. Lynn's head rose and, 
looking straight at Jasmine, she saw the blonde's wide blue eyes filled 
with suprise, pain...and behind that, fear.  Jasmyn broke eye contact 
and, on all fours, scrambled toward the nearest baton.  "Oh no you 
don't!"  Lynn ground out, gamely crawling after her foe. 

Lynn caught the woman just as her hand closed on the baton and began 
clawing her way up her opponent's heavily perspiring flesh.  "You 
bitch," she panted, "I'm gonna fuck you over!"  "Fuck you!" the blonde 
retorted, writhing in her enemy's grasp.  Jasmyn struggled on to her 
back and aimed a side stroke at the brunette fighter's head.  Lynn's 
left hand flashed out, claws sinking into Jasmyn's firm, jutting breast.  
Levering herself up, she sent a fist crashing into the blonde's jaw. 

As the woman's head slumped back, Lynn grappled with both hands for the 
baton, trying to wrench it from her grasp.  Jasmyn also clutched the 
baton, their legs tangled, their slick bodies slapping together.  The 
brunette warrior slid her body forward, burying her foes head in her 
heavy, tan breasts.  Jasmyn's head thrashed back and forth against the 
suffocating mammaries, seeking air.  Finally, unable to escape the soft, 
enveloping pressure, her lips pressed against one broad, stiff brown 
nipple.  Filling her mouth with as much of Lynn's breast as she could, 
Jasmyn bit down, immediately tasting blood as sharp teeth pierced skin. 

Lynn let out a high squeal as pain shot through her breast.  Abandoning 
her fight for the baton, she frantically wrenched at the blond fighter's 
head.  "You cunt!" she screamed, back arching as she tried to tear 
Jasmyn's face from her tits.  Flailing blindly with the baton, Jasmyn 
struck a glancing blow to the side of the Lynn's head, sending her 
aching body rolling away.  Breasts heaving rapidly on her chest, Jasmyn 
climbed shakily to her feet, only to meet Lynn's fist shooting up, 
crashing into her blonde pussy.  Wailing, the stricken woman dropped her 
hard-won baton, clutching her wounded crotch.  Lynn, summoning the last 
of her strength, shot erect, the top of her head slamming into her 
enemy's forehead, sending her reeling to the floor. 

Slowly, Lynn limped over to the half-conscious Jasmyn, doubling her up 
with a kick to her taut belly.  Then, picking up the dropped baton, she 
looked down at her fallen foe.  Jasmyn's bloody mouth worked silently, 
trying to speak as her arms wrapped around the lower part of her body.  
Thoughtfully, deliberately, Lynn jabbed the stick down hard into each 
pale breast.  "How do you like it, bitch." she taunted.  The blonde's 
full lips writhing in pain, she looked with hate-filled eyes at the 
statuesque woman standing over her, one breast awash in blood.  Finally, 
finding her voice, she croaked out, "Fuck you, bitch." 

As Lynn raised the baton to smash her opponent's mouth, the blonde 
warrior desperately lashed out with her fist, landing a weak punch on 
the brunette's lower belly.  The woman squeeked in suprise, fumbling the 
baton as she bent half over, clutching her already abused stomach.  
Slowly, agonizingly, Jasmyn dragged her body to her foe's feet.  Then, 
grasping the brunette's shapely legs, began levering herself erect. 

As Jasmyn reached her knees, Lynn stared down disbelievingly at her 
enemy.  Transfering her hands from her aching belly to the top of the 
blonde fighter's head, she pulled her head back.  Then, as Jasmine's 
hands groped for her breasts for more leverage, she drove her thumbs at 
the blonde's eyes.  Jasmine screamed and jerked, sending both women 
tumbling to the floor. 

They lay on their backs, legs tangled across each other, breasts heaving 
wildly, completely spent.  Somewhere, Lynn found the strenth to grab a 
hand of her opponent's hair, turning her head to face her.  "I don't w-
w-want y-you." she gasped out.  "I want Liau."  "Liau?" panted the 
exausted blonde, "She's mine, you cunt."  Rage suffused Lynn's face, 
lending her some small measure of strength.  Then, scrabbling tiredly 
for the baton, she struck a weak blow on Jasmyn's belly.  "Liau" she 
croaked.  "No."  the blonde grunted. Another, stronger blow.  "Liau."  
she demanded.  "Fuck you!"  Jasmyn moaned. 

Pausing to gather her breath, Lynn shakily raised the baton, then 
slapped it across the blonde's bruised, tender pale breasts.  "Liau!"  
"Yes!" Jasmyn screamed weakly, voice filled with pain.  Lynn dropped the 
baton, slumping back to the floor as Jasmyn's twitching body passed out 
from the pain.  After a minute, she gathered her legs under her and, 
levering herself achingly to her feet, stumbled to the door to claim her 
prize. 


Episode III - Camilla Camilla vs Mina 


Pausing in her excercises on the balance beam, the sweating woman 
watched as the red clad warrior executed a series of perfectly timed 
spin kicks on the practice mat.  "That's Rhonda." her short, auburned 
haired friend remarked.  "She's one of the best." 

Camilla continued observing the veteran's technique, admiring the 
smooth, rippling muscles of her flashing legs.  "She's good."  she 
admitted at last.  "How is she in the arena?"  "I hear she's been 
defeated only once."  Victoria replied  "But the winner allowed her to 
ransom herself." 

"She's rich?"  Camilla asked, sitting a little more erect.  "How much 
did she have to pay?"  "Fifty thousand, and four of her best slaves."  
The woman gave a low whistle at the amount, gently shaking her shoulder 
length silver hair as she watched the lithe black woman with renewed 
interest.  "Damn," she said  "That's more than I got for the last three 
I sold." 

"You always ransom."  Victoria smiled, "Most women let their slaves 
fight after they get bored with them."  "Why waste a perfectly good cash 
cow?"  Camilla replied, balancing her slender, athletic body on the 
beam. 

Light shone on the table's rich mahogany as First Administrator Erika 
looked at the two women sitting at either end, sparing a glance for the 
bruised young blonde woman across from her.  "Do you have a counter 
offer?" she asked the mature, richly clad woman reclining on her right.  

"Five thousand." she stated.  "Mother!" the slender blonde girl 
exclaimed.  "Shut up, Danille." she snapped at her daughter.  Camilla's 
soft red lips twisted into an amused smile.  "Thirty." she said again. 
Green silk brocade rustled as Danille's mother leaned forward.  "Ten." 
she bargained.  Camilla shook her flowing silver tresses. 

"Alright," the wealthy matriarch growled, "Fifteen, and I should never 
have let you fight, girl." she said severly, turning on the young woman.  
"Mother, I..."  "Shut up." 

Camilla supressed a chuckle as a scene she had watched so many times 
before played itself out.  "I can always use her for practice." she 
speculated. "Plus, I've got a lot of toilets that need cleaning."  The 
older woman bridled, both at the remark and the implied blackmail behind 
it.  "I'm not going to let you jack up the price this time, Camilla."  
she spat.  "Fifteen's my last offer."  "And thirty is my only offer."  
the warrior flashed back. 

Administrator Erika knew why Camilla was being so obstinate.  She had 
heard about the woman's foolish bet against Rhonda in her last fight.  
The amount had been quite considerable.  "Really Camilla, that's far too 
much for a young chit of a girl like this." she admonished, earning a 
scathing look from Danille. 

"Oh, alright.  Twenty." sighed Camilla.  "Plus a replacement for the 
girl."  "Ms. Diana?" Erika queried.  The matriarch smoldered a moment, 
then banged a heavily ringed fist on the table.  "Done." she rapped out.  
"I'll draw up the usual papers." Ms Erika said, riffling through a stack 
of folders in front of her. 

"Mother," the girl began, "I don't need your Owwww!" she yelped as the 
older woman kicked her already bruised shin underneath the table.  
Keeping her face carefully neutral, the First Administrator handed the 
completed forms back to the waiting young woman.  "Sign both copies." 
she said. 

Standing at attention before her desk, the proud woman leaned over 
stiffly to sign the contract, quickly scribbling her name twice.  As she 
signed, Ms. Erika tapped a pen against the top of her desk, wondering.  
"When is my first fight, Ms Erika?" she asked.  "You'll be notified." 

The young warriors cropped, black hair bobbed as she nodded once 
sharpely, then turned on her heel.  "Just a minute." Ms. Erika ordered, 
curiosity getting the best of her.  In a voice a shade softer than her 
usual iron tone, she leaned back in her chair and asked.  "What made you 
decide to fight in the arena?" "What have I got to lose?"  Mina replied 
simply. 

Smiling broadly, Camilla heard the white door close with a soft click as 
she entered the arena... Eye's adjusting to the bright overhead lights, 
Camilla watched her opponent stalk to the center of the room. The tall, 
olive skinned woman's high cheek-boned face bore a haughty look.  Her 
hard black eyes fixed at point just above her foe's head, Mina's full 
lips were compressed in a thin line.  Long, black hair caressed her 
smoothly muscled shoulders.  Her heavy, dark nippled breasts, a shade 
lighter than the rest of her satiny skin, perched above a flat stomach 
lined with predatory ripples of muscle.  Flairing hips twitching 
alternately above her long shapely legs, Mina stood waiting impatiently 
for her opponent. 

Camilla had heard of the Polynesian beauty.  "This shouldn't be too 
hard." she thought, "I wonder how much I'll get for her."  She let the 
moment draw out a little longer, then as Mina gave up waiting and 
started advancing toward the athletic woman, Camilla burst into motion, 
a short sprint turning mid-course into a flying snap kick.  Too late, 
the suprised young fighter tried to spin away from the charging woman's 
flashing foot, the kick landing fully between the slopes of her 
voluptuous breasts. 

Mina spun to the floor, cursing her stupidity at being caught off guard.  
Her hands clutched her chest as her opponent grabbed her legs.  Pulling 
them up under her arms, the silver haired woman leaned forward, pinning 
Mina's shoulders to the floor, then slamming one foot between her legs.  
The prone beauty howled, covering her crotch with both hands as Camilla 
released her legs, leaping to straddle her waist, trapping Mina's arms 
beneath her shapely, tan ass.  Grinning fiercely, she grabbed the young 
woman's ears and began pounding the back of her head against the floor. 

Mina desperately wormed her arms from under Camilla's squeezing thighs 
and sent short, rapid jabs at the rows of light muscle running down her 
attacker's belly.  Grunting with each blow, the tanned warrior continued 
slamming her foe's skull against the floor.  Her head ringing, the dark 
haired woman abandoned her ineffectual punching. 

Questing hands found Camilla's gracefull, sharply rising breasts, 
crushing and clawing wildly.  "Little bitch!" she ground out, grimacing 
at the brutal assault on her sensitive mammaries.  Camilla released her 
opponent's ears, jabbing her thumbs at her tormentor's dark eyes.  
Thrashing her head as the white woman's thumbs gouged the skin around 
her eyes, the olive skinned amazon scissored one small, stiff nipple 
between her sharp fingernails.  Squeeling at the sharp pain, Camilla's 
body spasmed backwards.  The young fighter's hands flew from her foe's 
wounded tits, one grabbing her left wrist, the other's fingers digging 
beneath the soft skin of her elbow.  Feeling her arm growing numb from 
Mina's successfull nerve pinch, Camilla's right hand flashed out, 
delivering a ringing slap against the woman's cheek. 

Her head rocking back from the blow, Mina violently levered at Camilla's 
arm, sharply twisting her body.  The silver haired warriors legs slipped 
from her sweating torso as Mina threw her opponent off her bruised body.  
Camilla rolled to her feet, cupping her bleeding breast, shaking some 
feeling back into her numbed arm as her opponent staggered erect, wiping 
blood from her bruised eyes. 

Before Mina could completely recover her balance, the tanned fighter 
stepped forward, a fist hooking into her jaw.  The blow spun the groggy 
woman half around and Camilla threw her strong right arm across her 
throat, gripping the wrist with her left.  Quickly, she began dragging 
the choking woman backwards, keeping her off balance. 

Mina's face was a mask of agony as she clawed at the woman's forearm, 
stumbling backwards.  Pushing at the floor with both feet, she drove 
their bodies into the approaching wall, crushing her opponent's sweating 
body with her own.  As the silver haired warrior grunted heavily, her 
arm loosend fractionally around Mina's throat, allowing her a sip of 
much needed air.  Twisting her own sweat-slick body, she jabbed a sharp 
elbow repeatedly into her foe's flat stomach. 

Camilla gasped as the young fighter punished her already aching belly, 
trying to re-establish the choke hold with both arms.  She twisted her 
head aside as her enemy snapped her head back, then screamed as Mina's 
heel raked down her right shin, stamping her foot.  The young woman's 
hands flew to her enemy's encircling arms, ripping them away from her 
bruised throat as Camilla shreiked in pain.  Spinning away, she firmly 
griped one arm, twisting and wrenching it up, forcing the white woman to 
bend at the waist.  Keeping her foe's arm up, she spun Camilla in a half 
circle, slamming the top of her head into the wall. 

Rebounding from the wall, Camilla collapsed half-conscious to the floor.  
Through pain blurred eyes, she saw her enemy standing crouched at her 
feet.  Her mind screamed at her to roll away as the raven haired beauty 
launched her body into the air.  But her stunned reflexes were too slow 
an her foe slammed down hard on her stunned body.  Agonizing pain 
shocked Camilla awake as the olive skinned woman's hands closed about 
her throat, thumbs pressing against her windpipe. 

Her body pressed firmly against the writhing woman, Mina strove to crush 
the life from her stunned opponent.  Bruised lips smiled visciously as 
her foe's fists and and arms battered her forearms and pried at her 
fingers.  Their legs locked together in a sweating tangle, the silver 
haired fighter threw her arms around her choking enemy, crushing their 
bodies together.  Rocking back and forth, she heaved mighily, rolling 
their sweating bodies over.  Atop her foe now, blackness began to well 
up behind Camilla's eyes as she levered onto her elbows and sent a fist 
smashing into her opponent's face. 

Pain exploded in the young fighter's face as her opponent's fist 
crunched sickeningly into her nose.  Blood spraying over her lower face, 
Mina felt the woman's fists smash again into her forearms, knocking them 
away from her throat, then rolling off her body.  Streams of sweat 
poured off the panting white woman, kneeling on all fours, her beautiful 
silver hair conceiling her face.  As she watched her stunned foe trying 
to get to her feet, Camilla pushed herself to her knees.  Blood trickled 
down the athletic woman's shining tan skin from the wounded nipple, of 
her mauled breasts, coursing over her bruised stomach and down the 
inside of her right thigh.  "Fuck." she muttered to herself, standing 
painfully.  "Why do they always go for my tits?" 

"'Cause they're easy targets, cunt."  came the slurred voice of her 
opponent, wobbling uncertainly on her gorgeous legs.  "Come on over here 
if you want some more."  Eyes burning with hate, Camilla charged the 
olive skinned woman, her shoulder crashing into the young woman's 
midriff.  Mina staggered back, one hand flying to the back of her 
attacker's neck and painfully squeezing a nerve while the other rained 
blows on her exposed back.  Screaming, the silver haired warrior 
crouched before her foe, hands darting to the back of her knees.  With a 
mightly heave, she yanked Mina's magnificent legs out from under her, 
sending her shrieking to the floor. 

Arm muscles bulged under Camilla's well tanned skin as she twisted the 
young fighter's right leg, turning her on her face.  Catching the other 
flailing leg, she began dragging her opponent's body across the room, 
causing the dark haired beauty to wail as her heavy, firm breasts and 
belly scraped along the hard floor.  Mina's dark, bruised eyes were a 
symphony of pain as her attacker stopped and again twisted her foot, 
flipping the exhausted woman on her back.  Dropping her legs, Camilla's 
foot shot out again and again into the downed woman's writhing body, 
slamming into her head, breasts and belly.  Finally, the silver haired 
warrior heard what she was waiting for. 

"No more!" the young fighter groaned.  "Please...no...I give.  Submit."  
"Your going to make me a lot of money." Camilla panted, gazing 
triumphantly down at Mina's bruised, scraped body.  "What..." moaned the 
dark haired woman.  "What are you t-talking about."  "I know who you 
are."  Camilla gloated, placing a bleeding foot on her new slave's 
chest.  "Your family is rich.  And they'll pay through the nose to get 
get you back."  Mina watched the bruised, bleeding face of her new 
mistress fall as she said with a croaking laugh.  "I've been 
disinherited, you stupid bitch!" 


Episode IV - Charissa Charissa vs Kim 


"It's completely barbaric." the young woman stated, leaning over the 
table toward the dark haired woman.  "Char, it's completely necessary." 
her older friend avered, taking a sip of coffee.  "Besides, it's only 
manditory for warriors.  Most people don't have to do it." 

"That's not the point." Charissa replied with a shake of her lush, red 
hair.  "The arena's a relic.  A remnant of our past.  It should have 
been banned decades ago, Val."  Her friend sighed and put down her cup 
with an exasperated clack.  For what seemed like the millionth time she 
said,  "The arena provides supplemental training for our armed forces 
while also establishing a traditional outlet for naturally agressive 
citizens." 

"Oh, don't parrot government policy at me, Val.  Anyway, we haven't used 
weapons like that for centuries.  So what kind of training is that?"  
"Fighting isn't all guns and bombs and pushing buttons, you know." 
Valerie replied.  "Sharp reflexes and battlefield instincts are just as 
important."  "That's bullshit," Charissa said emphatically, "it's all 
just a way to prop up the out-moded warrior families, like ours.  We 
don't even need them anymore." 

Carefully keeping a straight face, Val said innocently, "Then who's 
going to do our fighting for us, Char?  Men?"  Charissa sat motionless, 
stunned at Valerie's remark.  Then, unable to contain herself, her raven 
haired friend's face split into a wide grin, laughing heartily at her 
young friend's confusion.  Char paused a moment, then laughed with her 
friend at the absurd idea. 

"Seriously," Charlissa said, "the whole system is a culture dinosaur.  
Why couldn't some men serve as warriors?  Some of them are certainly big 
enough for it."  Valerie smiled.  "Now your just being silly."  It's a 
cultural fait accompli that women dominate men." 

"How's that?" "Basic anthropological fact."  asserted her friend.  "The 
group that controls the means of attack and defence in a society 
controlls that society.  Since women have always been the ones to use 
weapons throughout recorded history, we're the dominant gender.  Case 
closed."  "Maybe."  the young woman said doubtfully.  "But that doesn't 
explain why we still have to fight and sometimes kill each other in the 
arena." 

"It does in a way."  Val pointed out.  "Surely you can see how keeping 
our fighting skills honed contributes both to our society's defence from 
outside attack and it's internal security.  Remember, our guardians 
participate in the arena as well as our warriors. 

Char's red locks flew as she shook her head.  "But have you considered 
that we don't need that much training anymore?"  she asked.  "The 
threats we face today have changed from those our society faced even 
fifty years ago."  "Be that as it may."  Val said, throwing up her hands 
in mock exasperation.  "I don't see things changeing anytime soon."  "I 
guess I have to agree with you there."  Char sighed. 
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Sighing in resignation, Charissa stepped uncertainly through the door of 
the arena... Charissa considered her opponent the most stunning woman 
she'd ever seen.  Though she estimated they were about the same age, her 
dark haired foe carried herself with the confidence of a seasoned 
fighter.  Topping Char's own 5'10" height by and inch or two, Kim's 
smoothly muscled body was covered with taut skin the color of ripe 
wheat.  Her straight black hair framed a lovely oval face, wide black, 
almond shaped eyes above a delicate nose and generous red lips.  The 
well defined muscles of her shoulders and chest supported full, round, 
golden breasts that looked as firm as two rocks, the nipples perfectly 
smooth brown cones. 

But it was her legs Charissa most envied.  Slender hips tapering down to 
small, almost fragile looking ankles.  Her own legs, sleekly muscled 
like a swimmers, were certainly attractive enough, Char assured herself.  
But Kim had the long, lanky legs of a professional model.  As she strode 
to the center of the room, Kim saw her opponent hesitating.  Looking 
closer, she saw the red headed girl's face was flushed, the pink tint 
spreading down her neck and darkening the spray of freckles across her 
chest and tops of her breasts.  A smile played across her pretty mouth.  
She was well aware of the effect her body had on most men, and some 
women, and she was occasionally inclined to take advantage of it.  
Still, Kim reflected, this wasn't really the place for that.  Taking a 
long stride toward her opponent, she clapped her bare left hand into the 
cestus covered palm of her right, bringing Charissa out of her reverie. 

"Let's go, girl."  Kim called, "You can ogle me all you want when your 
my slave."  Unable to help herself, Charissa's blush deepened in 
embarrasment, then even deeper in anger; both at herself and the 
gorgeous, taunting bitch.  Pulling at the back of her own cestus, it's 
metal studs shining in the bright light, she vengefully pictured how 
Kim's lips would look after she'd bloodied them. 

The two young fighters closed and began sparring, feeling each other 
out.  Char kept her feet flat, legs apart as she flicked short jabs at 
her opponent.  Kim moved more fluidly, blocking and counter-punching, 
magnificent legs occasionally flashing out in a variety of kicks.  
Charissa's jelousy grew as she watched the beautiful, golden skinned 
woman move with a grace she could only wish for.  She almost ached to 
sink her leather clad fist into Kim's smooth, flat tummy. 

Losing patience with the sparring, Char quick stepped forward.  Feinting 
a jab with her cestus clad fist at one bobbing brown breast, she sent 
her bare left fist hooking toward her enemy's jaw...  Kim was completely 
unsuprised by the classic ploy.  Batting aside Charlissa's flashing 
left, her own cestus shot out, neatly clipping the red head's jaw.  
Char's head rocked back, the blow staggering her, arms automatically 
coming up to cover her bleeding face as she backed away from her 
opponent.  The black haired woman pressed her advantage, battering the 
blocking forearms, then switching targets, she aimed combination punches 
at the retreating woman's unprotected midriff. 

Blood trickled down Char's scraped arms and jaw, a rivulet coursing 
between her full, sweat-soaked breasts.  Sensing she was backing too 
close to the wall, the young fighter set her feet and furiously counter 
punched with her opponent, landing a solid right to her shoulder.  But 
her foe, turning with the momentum, sent a punishing side kick crashing 
into Char's chest.  Arms pinwheeling, back slamming forcefully into the 
wall, the stunned Charlissa struggled to keep her feet under her, panic 
sending adrenaline surging through her system. 

Kim moved in quickly to finish the woman off.  With a short leap, she 
aimed a powerful snap kick at opponents head.  At the last moment, the 
red head tried to spin away from the kick, Kim's flashing left foot 
grazing the back of her head before slamming into the wall. 

Char stumbled forward, collapsing to her knees as Kim crashed howing to 
the floor, grabbing her injured foot.  Struggling groggily to her feet, 
the red headed fighter turned to advance on her downed foe.  As the 
prone woman scrambled to stand, clawing at the wall for purchase, 
Charlissa viciously kicked her in the pit of her stomach, flipping her 
onto her back.  The young warrior grinned as Kim gasped and thrashed on 
the floor.  "I can't wait to put you to work" she said, her voice a 
little slurred.  Then, with a short skip, the vengeful woman gleefully 
kicked her opponent again in the stomach. 

Kim grunted, accepting a second kick and desperately flinging her arms 
around the flashing leg, trapping it against her aching body.  As her 
tormentor hopped on one foot, trying to yank her leg free, the prone 
warrior's left hand grabbed her ankle while the leather clad right raked 
the back Char's calf with sharp metal studs.  Screaming, she lost her 
balance, falling on her side by the wall. 

Bruised and gasping, sweat dripping from her pain-filled face, Kim 
forced herself to her knees.  Grasping the trapped foot in both hands 
she twisted her foe face down, then lept on her to straddle her slender 
waist.  Strong thighs squeezed the struggling, bucking young fighter as 
Kim grabbed one flailing arm with both hands, forcing it back in an arm 
lock. "Submit, bitch!" she ordered. 

"No!"  Charissa wailed, increasing her bucking and flailing.  The golden 
skinned fighter wrenched the struggling woman's muscular left arm higher 
on her back, eliciting a yelp of pain.  Then, leaning forward, sweat 
dripping from the tips of her nose and stiff nipples, Kim held the arm 
with her left hand while the right reached up, grabbing the young 
fighters throat.  "You haven't got much of a choice, you whore." she 
threatened. 

Char squirmed and clawed at the strong fingers cutting off her air.  
Feeling her enemy lean closer, heavy breasts pressing against her 
arching back, she threw her free arm back, fingers slipping on slick 
skin and slapping against the wall as she groped for a hold on the back 
of Kim's thigh.  "Fuck you, then." Kim grimaced, tightening her grip on 
the woman's throat.  Marshaling her fading strength, Charissa's fingers 
finally found a grip on the dark haired woman's leg.  Then, twisting her 
body violently, she rolled to her right. 

Kim lost her grip on the young fighter's arm as her head slammed against 
the wall.  Char ripped the constricting fingers from her thoat and 
rolled away from the stunned warrior.  As she gulped air into her 
starved lungs, Charissa cradled her wounded arm, tears of pain mixing 
with the blood on her chin.  Kim lay propped on one elbow, shaking her 
head, trying to bring her eyes back into focus.  Char wobbled to her 
feet moments after her opponent.  Blood flowed from the cuts on Kim's 
shapely  leg as she leaned her back against the wall.  Pushing against 
the wall, Kim staggered toward her enemy. 

Both women's faces were twisted with hate as they began trading punches 
with abandon.  Char concentrated on the dark haired woman's bruised 
belly, her cestus leaving bloody cuts and scrapes while Kim battered the 
young fighter's bleeding head and shoulders.  For a full minute the two 
crazed warriors fought, their punches becoming progressively weaker as 
they pummeled each others bleeding, exhaused bodies.  An upper cut from 
Charissa's cestus hand sank into Kim's firm, tawny breast, leaving a 
trail of red cuts.  Gasping at the pain, Kim clasped her hands together 
and, muscles bulging, slammed them into the side of the red haired 
fighter's battered head.  Char tottered back on her heels, then, arms 
falling to her side, crashed unconscious, backwards to the floor. 

Kim limped over to the fallen woman, cupping her wounded tit.  Lifting 
her uninjured foot, she placed it victoriously on Char's heaving chest, 
smiling down at her new slave. 


Episode V - Tallia Tallia vs Nadja 


"I want that one." Tallia said, pointing a muscular, tan arm down at the 
dusky young woman performing a series of back flips on the competition 
mat.  First Administrator Erika impassively regarded the tall woman she 
sat next to in the bleachers.  A mass of short cropped, auburn curls 
clung closely to her head like a helmet.  Tallia's hazel eyes shone as 
she gazed intently at the slender acrobat, her soft lips slightly 
parted.  "That's Nadja." Ms. Erika said, cooly estimating how much the 
woman would pay her to "arrange" the fight.  "She's never fought here 
before." 

"An arena virgin."  Tallia murmured.  Watching Nadja's long, coltish 
legs waving above her as she walked effortlessly on her hands, the woman 
absently caressed her flat belly beneath the thin blue silk of her low-
cut blouse.  Seeing a light sheen of perspiration beading on the slopes 
of the well-endowed warrior's breasts, Ms. Erika mentally upped the 
price. 

"How Much?" Tallia asked, tearing her gaze away from the gracefull young 
arabian woman to look at the henna haired administrator.  "One 
thousand." Ms Erika stated, looking Tallia straight in the eye.  She 
could almost feel the heat radiating from the aroused woman next to her.  
Tallia's gaze returned to the raven haired beauty as she finished her 
routine.  Nadja's smoothly muscular arms were poised above her head, the 
cloth of her yellow singlet streatched lightly over her torso, outlining 
her small, ripe young breasts. 

"You've never asked for that much before, Administrator."  she said 
destractedly, watching as the slender acrobat strutted from the mat to 
the light applause of the audience.  "Take it or leave it."  the older 
woman said flatly, rising to go.  "Wait!"  Tallia said, a touch too 
quickly, her hand darting abruptly to the woman standing beside her.  Ms 
Erika paused, her frosty, ice blue eyes looking down at Tallia's 
restraining hand, then rising too look into the experienced warrior's 
brown eyes. 

With an embarrassed jerk, Tallia let go of the staring administrators 
forcep.  A tinge of fear replaced the passion that had recently shone in 
her eyes as she turned to look down at the practice floor.  "F-fine." 
she stammered, pretending to watch a tall, blonde warrior demonstrate 
her skill with a halberd.  "That's fine.  A thousand it is."  "You'll be 
notified."  Ms. Erika said as she walked away.  "Can't wait."  Tallia 
said to herself as her gaze found the lovely young acrobat standing to 
one side, watching the flashing blade of the blonde warrior's halberd. 

"Don't close with her."  Nadja's lover advised, laying her head on the 
soft, white sheet covering the young warrior's stomach.  "Keep her at 
arm's length."  "I know."  Nadja murmured, stroking on of the many long 
scars that spanned the older warrior's square shoulders.  "Why haven't 
you ever had these removed? she asked lazily. 

"Pay attention."  her lover said.  "Use those long legs of yours to kick 
her face off.  Your a bit faster than Tallia, but that cunt's a lot 
stronger than you."  the experienced arena fighter stated as she slipped 
callused hand under the cool sheets to stroke Nadja's full hip.  "I know 
how to beat slow old cows like her." Nadja bragged.  "I did it all the 
time in the arena back home." 

The older, heavily muscled woman's hand slid down to one young, satiny 
buttock.  Taking an inch of firm flesh between two strong fingers, she 
pinched, eliciting a small squeek from her young lover.  "Now that I've 
got your attention," she said, looking up at Nadja's suprised, smiling 
face, "Don't underestimate that bitch.  I've seen her take apart faster 
girls than you and use them for punching bags."  Nadja hand moved to 
caress the back of the womans head, stroking the short, red hair.  
Leaning over, she warmly kissed the older amazon, her other hand 
slipping under the sheets to cup a full, firm breast.  "Yes, Ms. Erika." 
she said teasingly. -------------------On the practice mat of her 
private gym Tallia lay on her side in a U-shape, wrapping the slave 
woman's head from behind between her scratched, bruised thighs. The 
panting slave groaned at the pressure from her mistress' thighs, her 
entire body aching from their long fight.  As her right hand clawed at 
the woman's crushing thighs, the blonde slave threw her left hand over 
her head, slapping her owner's heavily sweating flesh as she searched 
for a hold. 

Propped on one elbow, Tallia writhed with pleasure as the back of her 
slave's head pressed hard against her aching pussy.  Her entire body 
felt as if it were on fire as her slave's hand found a grip on her 
heaving, erect breast, sending a surge of pain thrilling through her 
body.  The muscular warrior's own hand mangled her struggling slave's 
small, well rounded breast, making her wail as her mistress twisted and 
clawed.  Finally she felt her mistress' body shudder as waves of orgasm 
crashed through her body. 

"Aaaaaah Now!" Tallia exulted, her body spasming as she came. 
"Now!...Goddess!...Now!"  Nearly passing out from the thundering 
orgasm,the victorious woman's legs twitched apart, releasing her slave's 
aching head as she rolled on her back. 

The blonde slave watched her mistress' chest heave wildly as the brown 
haired woman gulped air.  Crawling to the spent woman's, she pressed her 
shining, smoothly muscled body against Tallia's side.  As the slave 
stroked her mistress' sweat drenched body she leaned forward, gently 
brushed Tallia's bruised, swollen lips with her own.  "Let me fight in 
the arena now." she breathed, kissing her mistress lightly,  "Let me 
show you how well you've trained me." 

"Of course, love." Tallia replied, her voice tinged with regret as she 
fondly stroked her slave/lover's bruised cheek.  "You're more than ready 
now, Rachel."  "Thank you, mistress."  her slave said gratefully, 
hugging the brunette warrior. "I'll win you the best slave."  "No need, 
love."  Tallia said, "I can win my own." 
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Standing across the room from her opponent, Tallia's eyes hungerily 
devoured the sight of her naked opponent.  A glossy lion's mane of black 
hair surrounded the young arabian woman's lovely oval face.  Thick, 
black eyebrows arched over equally black eyes shining above a petite 
nose and sensuous, inviting lips.  Nadja's dusky, satin-brown skin 
stretched taughtly over her slim, athletic frame.  Slender shoulders 
supported the youthfull swells of her small, beautifully rounded 
breasts, their small black nipples jutting from the soft mounds.  Her 
ribcage was clearly defined abover her tiny waist, the hips flaring 
sharply around a thick, black triangle of pubic hair.  Tallia marvelled 
at the smooth grace with which her opponent moved as Nadja strode to 
meet her in the center of the room. 

As the two amazons circled each other, Nadja stalked her deep-breasted 
opponent like a wary tiger, her slender arms moving with quick, fluid 
motions.  The muscular warrior opposite the young fighter held her hands 
at her sides, palms down, fingers stiff as matched her opponent's moves.  
Twisting her body, the brown haired warrior sent a powerful kick at her 
slender foe's stomach. 

Nadja danced back as the older warrior flashed a second and third kick 
at her retreating opponent.  Feeling warmth spread across her goin as 
she watched the trim arab woman's body spin to aviod her kicks, Tallia 
imagined how it would feel to enfold the young warrior's slim waist in 
her arms and crush the breath from her body.  As she was about to turn 
the thought into action and grapple with her lovely foe, the dark haired 
woman danced forward, fists flashing at Tallia's head. 

The young fighter smiled as her jabs slammed into the older warrior's 
jaw, rocking her head back and forth as she retreated, throwing her arms 
up to block the blows.  Pausing to launch a devistating high kick, the 
dusky young woman saw her opponent shake her head, blood dribbling down 
her chin from a cut lower lip.  A grin spread across Tallia's face as 
she licked the blood from her lips.  "That's it, baby.  Show me more of 
that." she cooed. 

Her face set with determination, Nadja lept toward her foe, one long, 
supple leg flashing up at her foe's head.  Tallia twisted her torso as 
Nadja's foot flashed by and brought her forearm slashing up against the 
young warrior's calf, forcing her leg higher.  Nadya yelped and hopped 
back off balance as the brown haired fighter advanced.  Just as the 
young woman got her feet planted firmly, her grinning opponent stepped 
in close, hammering her right fist into the dusky beauty's belly. 

The young, dark haired fighter gasped, bending slighly as she clutched 
her belly as Tallia brought her arm up to smash her opponent's exposed 
neck.  Before her thick-muscled forearm could descend, Nadja bent her 
knees and summersaulted backwards, then as she rolled to her feet she 
turned the momentum into a back flip.  As her agile foe landed lithely 
on her feet, Tallia advanced; determined to grapple with her slender 
foe.  Pain from her battered face heightened her arousal as she closed 
with Nadja, noticing the way she stood on the balls of her feet made her 
gorgeous young legs seem even more inviting.  The brown haired warrior's 
heavy breasts bounced and shuddered as she barely avioded half a dozen 
lightning kicks from her enemy.  The last kick glancing off her left 
shoulder, turning Tallia's right side to the attacking young woman. 

Nadja's right hand curled into a tiger claw as she stepped closer to 
deliver a punishing strike to the side of her foe's head.  But as her 
arm shot out, the muscular woman's own right hand flashed up in a well 
practiced motion. Catching Nadja's wrist, the older fighter twisted her 
opponent's arm, spinning the woman's slim back to her.  Her bruised face 
splitting into a bloody grin, Tallia prepared to throw her left arm 
around the acrobatic fighter's neck.  Her lightly sweating body tingled 
at the prospect of crushing against her younger opponent's well toned 
body, making the slender woman squirm as she cut off her air.  But as 
her arm circled Nadjas chest, the agile fighter kept turning with the 
spin, flinging out a sharp elbow to slam into Tallia's forehead. 

Nadja completed the turn to face her reeling opponent, immediately 
snapping a high kick into her jaw.  The brown haired warrior staggered 
back, her heavy, arching tan breasts presenting a tempting target as her 
strong arms covered her face.  Grinning maliciously, Nadja lept forward, 
driving her enemy before her as she sent kick after kick into Tallia's 
chest and breasts.  Pain mixing with pleasure, Tallia grunted and 
staggered back a step with each kick as her adversary pounded her large 
mammaries.  Her wide, pale nipples hardened as her young opponent's 
barrage of kicks smacked into them, even as the pain from her abused 
breast flesh coursed through her.  Recovering her balance between kicks, 
Tallia managed to turn her body as the dusky fighter's foot shot past in 
a side kick, grazing both engorged nipples and sending a ripple of 
pain/pleasure through the aroused woman's nervous system. 

As Nadja's straight kick missed her opponent, the young warrior felt her 
enemies hand graze her foot, slipping from the sweating, satiny skin as 
she was jerked forward off balance.  The dark haired warrior stumbled 
into her foe's waiting arms, crying out denial as she felt them quickly 
wrap around her arms and back.  Their bodies crushed together, the 
muscular warrior heaved Nadja off her feet, squeezing the air from the 
her.   "Now what are you going to do, bitch-girl!"  Tallia cried as she 
crushed the squirming, kicking young fighter against her broader body.  
Grunting, she lifted the smaller woman higher, her thick arm muscles 
stood out in relief on her tawny skin, pinning Nadja's arms to her sides 
as she squeezed. 

Nadja's face began to turn red as she struggled to free her arms.  She 
could almost hear her spine shriek in protest as her opponent's forearms 
pressed into the small of her back.  As she wriggled her sweat-slick 
body against the larger woman's equally perspiring frame, she felt the 
pressure on her spine move gradually upward as she slowly began to slip 
down the older warrior's body.  Thick black hair whipped wildly across 
Nadja's rapidly reddening face as, her head slipping level with her 
foe's, she saw the woman's face alight with lust. 

Tallia groaned with pleasure as the writhing young woman's small, taut 
brown breasts pressed hard against the soft slopes her own large 
mammaries.  She tightened her bearhug even harder as the slim warrior's 
pointed, stiff nipples scraped against her own engorged nipples.  
Through heavily lidded eyes she saw Nadja's pain wracked face slightly 
below her own.  Sensuous pain flaired across her hips as she moaned 
"Your going to make me a beautiful slave.",  bending her head forward to 
force a kiss on her opponent's full lips. 

Standing on her toes, Nadja's ribs audibly creaked as the muscular 
warrior increased the pressure of her bearhug, stopping her downward 
slide.  Her enemy's arms around her biceps now, she managed to twist her 
arms and sink her claws into the moaning woman's hips.  But the brown 
haired fighter only moaned louder and tightened her hold.  Bright 
pinpoints of light began to sparkle before the young fighter's eyes and 
a roaring sound invaded her ears as Tallia moaned something she couldn't 
make out, inclining her head toward Nadja's.  "Screw you, bitch!" the 
young warrior gasped as she jerked her head back and sent in crashing 
into the bridge of her enemie's nose. 

A fresh gush of blood spattered over Tallia's lower face and neck as 
sharp pain shocked her nervous system.  Her arms loosening about the 
dusky warrior's shoulder, Nadja slid free from the older warrior's 
lethal embrace and, taking a firm grip on the larger woman's legs, threw 
her weight back, sending her stunned foe crashing to the floor. 

A smile replaced the worried frown on First Adminstrator Erika's thin 
lips as she watched the bright light of the monitor before her.  Pride 
swelled within her as she saw her lover escape Tallia's bearhug, which 
she knew had broken the back of some of her other, less fortunate 
opponents.  "She is very limber." Ms. Erika thought as she saw Nadja 
bring her bigger foe down, then leap high in the air, landing hard on 
the prone woman's flat belly.  As she watched Tallia writhe in pain on 
the monitor, she thought; "Well, it's not as if I actually lied to her."  
I only said Nadja had never fought in this arena before."  "Anyway," she 
rationalized to herself, "The stupid bitch only had to look up Nadja's 
records for herself." 

Ms. Erika winced in sympathy for the fallen warrior as Nadja aimed kicks 
at her face and head.  Then, the administrator's eyes grew wide with 
astonishment, turning to concern as her lover slipped on a patch of 
smeared blood, her foot leaving a read streak on the floor as she fell 
awkwardly, the wind knocked out of her.  The expression on the watching 
woman's face changed again, this time a mix of suprise and horror as she 
saw Tallia slowly drag her body toward the stunned young woman. 

"How could you be so stupid!"  Nadja berated herself as she tried to 
gather her wits.  A crushing pain at her ankles brought her spinning 
head snapping up to watch in amazement as her opponent dragged herself 
over Nadja's slender legs.  One eye swelled half-shut from Nadja's 
kicks, the woman's entire head was bruised and bloody. More blood 
dripped down the warrior's muscular neck and chest, coating the top 
halves of her breasts as she gripped the young woman's jutting hips, 
pulling her bruised body up furthur.  "This can't be happening to me."  
Nadja thought crazily as Tallia groped for her shoulders, dragging her 
body fully atop the slim fighter's weakly struggling body. 

"Screw me, bitch."  Tallia slurred, pinning one flailing wrist to the 
floorwith her left arm.  "Screw ME!" she repeated, pressing her right 
forearm against her foes throat, making her wide, dark eyes bulge as her 
air was cut off.  The brown haired amazon's massive breasts completely 
covered her foe's smaller tits, their bellies slapping wetly together as 
the suffocating young fighter fought harder and harder to heave her 
attacker off.   "Oh Goddess NOW!" Tallia screamed throatily, knifelike 
pain bursting into her crotch as one of Nadja's spasming legs slammed 
into her sweat-dripping cunt. 

Nadja's eye's goggled as she watched an expression that melded agony and 
ecstasy grow on her antagonist's bloody face.  Desperately, she clawed 
long red rows down the older warrior's crushing forearm.  Lights again 
began to flash before her eyes she stopped attacking her foe's forearm 
and reached up to claw at Tallia's ecstatic face.  As the dusky young 
warrior's sharp nails gouged at her eyes, Tallia threw her battered head 
back, howling as her struggling foe's body heaved mighily below her.  
With a look of fierce, total concentration, the young warrior grabbed a 
fistfull of brown curls, slick with sweat and blood, and pulled her head 
sharply to the side, simultaneously bucking her body and jamming her leg 
harder into Tallia's crotch. 

"GODDESS!" the muscular fighter shrieked as Nadja threw her off her pain 
filled body.  Excruciating pain and orgasm combined to overload Tallia's 
already taxed nervous system as she rolled unconscious off her foe.  
Nadja staggered erect as quickly as she could, legs shaking as she 
massaged her wounded throat.  Stumbling over to the unconscious body of 
her enemy, she began kicking the bruised, bleeding body of her prostrate 
opponent.  "That's the most expensive fuck you'll ever have, you big 
whore." she rasped out as she watched Tallia's body twitch and jerk 
reflexively under the impact of her kicks.  Finally, with one last kick 
to Tallia's belly, Nadja turned to limp toward the door, and the waiting 
arms of her red haired lover. 


Episode VI - Tamara Tamara vs Nga 


The sun-warmed stone of the boulder beneath her blanket rubbed against 
the woman's shoulders as she reached one smooth, muscular arm above her 
head.  Picking up a small pile of letters, she turned the motion into a 
luxurious stretch, extending both arms and arching her trim, brown body 
toward the bright sun.   A contented sigh escaped her soft lips as she 
relaxed her nude, lightly sweating body.  Slipping her sunglasses from 
her forhead down to cover her dark, sharpely slanted eyes, she flipped 
through her mail. 

The cool river chuckled to itself around her resting place as the sun 
bathing woman discarded half a dozen pieces of junk-mail.  Laying  a 
personal letter aside for later, she found what she'd been waiting for. 
Strong, slim fingers tore one edge of the official looking envelope as 
the woman turned her trim body on her side, rising on one elbow as she 
tweezed out the letter. 

A bead of sweat rolled down one small, almost boyish breast, following 
the length of a scar, dropping from the tip of her pert nipple to the 
ersatz parchment paper below.  A second, longer scar shone whitely above 
her other breast, souviners of her last fight.  Unfolding the letter, 
Nga saw her name above that of her randomly chosen opponent. 

"Tamara."  she murmured softly.  A relative newcomer to the arena, the 
document showed she had won three of her four fights.  Scanning down the 
notice, the oriental warrior smiled as she read the word printed under 
the heading, "Weaponry." 

Standing before the full-length mirror of her preparation room, Tamara 
disrobed for her fourth fight.  Her brightly colored blouse and skirt 
lay to one side in a careless heap as she bent over, sliding a pair of 
white cotton panties over her taut, brown ass and down her legs. 

Dropping this last article of clothing on the pile next to her, the 
young warrior flexed her strong arms, watching with satisfaction as her 
well-defined muscles bulged and rippled beneath her skin. She continued 
her exercises as her slave moved next to her, kneeling to retreive the 
discarded clothing. 

Causally wrapping a hank of blonde hair around her fist, Tamara yanked 
her yelping slave erect.  With her free hand, she took off a small bag 
hanging from a leather cord between her breasts.  Still looking at 
herself in the mirror, she pressed the bag and cord into her slave's 
hands.  "Take good care of my patua, girl." she ordered. "If you lose 
it, I'll personally enroll you in the next cage fight on the list.  
"Yes, mistress."  the tall slave said behind teeth clenched in pain.  
Tamara let go of the blonde girl as she took the protective amulet and 
returned to gathering up her mistress' clothes. 

"I won't be needing a goddess' protection this time."  she said 
absently.  Picking up a quarterstaff which leaded against the wall next 
to the mirror, she smiled at the familiar heft of the weapon.  She had 
been the best in her academia with the staff and had been pleased when 
she saw it was the weapon listed for her next combat.  "Have my bath 
ready for me when I get back, Alana." she said, striding to the door.  
"This won't take long." 

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Blinking at the bright light at the end of the tunnel, the slender 
amazon strode confidently toward the arena...Nga held her weapon level 
at her waist as her opponent entered the arena.  Corn-rows of black hair 
drapped Tamara's chocolate-brown shoulders, framing wide black eyes that 
tilted slightly upwards.  The woman's small, wide nose, flaring over her 
beautiful, voluptous red lips, were boardered by sharply slanting, high 
cheeks. 

"A real looker." the Nga thought.  Strolling to the center of the room, 
she noticed her foe's heavily muscled shoulders and arms tense, drawing 
up her small, firm breasts, their stiff brown nipples thrusting forward 
like thorns.  Strong brown legs stalked forward as she swung her 
quarterstaff up, both hands gripping one end, maculolo style. 

Nga gripped her staff in the center, weaving a defensive pattern before 
her as the young fighter circled, her weapon switching back and forth, 
looking for an opening.  Then, with a sharp cry, the attacking woman's 
staff whirrled, slashing at Nga's head.  Loud cracks echoed through the 
room as the gracefull vietnamese woman held her ground, blocking 
Tamara's flashing weapon.  

The beads woven into her hair clicked and rattled as Tamara slashed and 
thrust, trying to beat her way through the smaller woman's spinning 
quarterstaff.  Muscles bulging under the shining skin of her arms, the 
brown skinned beauty used the entire length of her weapon to hammer away 
at her foe, simutaniously keeping herself out of reach of a 
counterattack.  With growing confidence she pressed her attack, forcing 
the oriental amazon slowly backwards. 

Keeping her pace steady, Nga retreated under the heavy blows of her 
opponent, blocking with both ends of her weapon as the young fighter 
alternated attacks at her head and legs.  Although she knew her enemy's 
style could quickly tire it's user, Tamara showed no sign of slowing as 
she drove her back towards the wall.  Blocking an overhead strke, both 
arms extended over her head, Nga lept forward, launching a straight kick 
at the young woman's washboard stomach. 

Tamara jumped backward, avoiding the kick as the petite woman took 
advantage of the pause to begin her own attack. The young woman dodged 
and parried as her foe used both ends of her staff, aiming lighting 
quick blows at her upper body.  Unable to match her opponent's speed, 
Tamara grunted as Nga's stick left red welts of pain on her upper arms 
and shoulders.  She saw a smile flicker on the slender warrior's lips as 
began her own retreat before the lithe woman's flashing attack. 

Driving the muscular young fighter backwards, Nga saw her opponent 
grimace in pain as she thrust one end of her weapon past the defensive 
block, her jab slamming solidly up into Tamara's sweat-drenched chest.  
As the grunting fighter staggered with the force of the blow, Nga swung 
her staff behind her back and dropped backward to the floor.  Using the 
weapon and one leg for balance, the oriental warrior snapped a punishing 
kick into her reeling opponent's lower belly. 

Tamara's staff flew from her hands as she staggered back, air driven 
from her body by the force of the thrust.  The oriental amazon flipped 
back to her feet, whipping her staff forward as the stricken young 
warrior recovered her balance. "Ioio bitch!" Tamara gasped out, using 
the traditional epithet of her people for a slavemaster's daughter.  
"I'll rip those scrawny tits off your chest for that!" 

"Better women than you have tried."  Nga retored, remembering how her 
last opponent's sword had left two deep slashes on her chest, and 
another on her back that had nearly finished her.  "They buried the last 
one." 

The nimble oriental woman lept to attack her disarmed foe as the young 
fighter danced and dodged, retreating from the flashing weapon.  Yelping 
as she was forced to block a head blow with her forearm, Tamara realised 
she would eventually be trapped in a corner by her lithe opponent. 
Ducking another vicious swipe at her head the desperate young warrior 
launched her heavily sweating body to grapple with the slender warrior.  
Dancing aside, Nga avoided the charging woman's lunge.  Then, her staff 
blurring with speed, she struck the young woman fully across the small 
of her back. 

Tamara's scream split the air as she stumbled forward, her sweat covered 
body twisting in agony.  Fighting to stay erect, Tamara's fists pressed 
into her wounded, arching back, stiff brown nipples pointing at the 
bright lights of the ceiling.  As she twisted her head around, eyes 
blurred with pain and hate, her enemy jumped forward whipping the staff 
under her chin. 

Her shining brown body pressing hard against the larger woman's back, 
the oriental warrior choked her struggling opponent.  Veins stood out on 
her strong hands and arms as Nga crushed the young amazon's throat with 
her staff, skipping as her victim desperately kicked backwards at her 
shins.  Then, face awash with agony, Tamara threw her pain-wracked body 
to it's knees, heaving the lighter woman over her head. 

Now it was her turn to scream as the suprised warrior flew over Tamara's 
head, somehow managing to keep her grip on the staff as her slim body 
slammed hard to the floor.  Drops of sweat flew from the stunned woman's 
body as it rebounded from the force with which she hit the floor.  
Tamara threw her weight against the staff, grinning madly as she forced 
it down against the asian woman's throat.  "I'm gonna kill you, puta." 
she rasped, leaning over her foe, arms straining to cut off her victim's 
air. 

"Fuck you, bitch." Nga gasped.  Then, rocking her bruised body on her 
back, the agile warrior's shining legs shot out over her sweating torso, 
feet slamming into the young woman's small, heaving breasts.  
"Aaaaawwwk!" her foe yelped, tearing the staff from Nga's hands as she 
fell backwards, the weapon sailing out of her grasp. 

As her opponent heaved herself on all fours, Nga scrambled to leap atop 
her back, strong legs wrapping around the woman's waist as she grabbed a 
fistfull of black cornrows.  Pulling the screaming woman's head back, 
the slim asian warrior's hand darted around the young woman's neck, 
strong brown fingers pinching her windpipe shut. 

Tamara's eyes widened in pain as her air was interrupted for the second 
time.  Thrusting her hands against the floor, the young amazon pushed 
herself to her knees as her enemy clung to her back. Then, her hands 
clawing at Nga's strangling fingers, she allowed her foe's weight to 
carry their bodies backwards.  

Nga grunted as her scarred back again slammed to the floor, crushed 
under the weight of her opponent.  Losing her grip on the young woman's 
neck, she felt her body twist around.  Pain ripped through her aching 
body as Tamara slammed a knee into the curly black hair of her crotch. 

Straddling the wailing asian warrior's waist, Tamara's eyes rolled with 
hate as she wildly pounded her fists into the woman's face, bloodying 
her mouth and breaking her nose. Confidence swelled in her, sure she had 
won her fourth fight.  Leaning over her half-conscious foe, Tamara 
filled each hand with one of Nga's soft, swelling breasts.  "Submit, you 
cunt!" she growled, sinking her claws into the woman's small, heaving 
tits. 

Pain brought Nga's eyes into focus as her opponents fingers dug into her 
breasts.  Both hands seized the dangling cornrows of her tormentor's 
hair and pulled down sharply, slamming her head into the shrieking 
woman's face.  After two more headbutts, Nga placed both hands on the 
reeling young warrior's slick chest and pushed, sending her foe toppling 
over.  Tamara's hands flew to her bleeding face as she felt the slender 
warrior's legs wrap around her bruised neck.  Scrabbling at the 
straining, strangling thighs, the exhausted young woman searched 
frantically for a nerve. 

Nga spat blood from her mouth as she lay on her side, crushing her 
enemy's neck between her scratched, aching thighs.  Streaching her 
bruised body to the limit, the slender amazon fought to reach one of the 
fallen staffs.  Her fingers repeatedly brushed the stick as her 
desperate opponent clawed at her pain filled legs.  Finally, screaming 
defiance at the pain, the oriental warrior scrabbled the staff into her 
hand.  With a shriek of triumph, Nga heaved the weapon over her head, 
slamming one end into the struggling young woman's belly. 

Tamara's bloody face contorted in agony as her screaming attacker struck 
her hard, flat stomach again and again. Tears of pain mixed with the 
blood as the young warrior vainly tried to grab the flashing weapon.  A 
last, her mind dazed with pain, Tamara's voice gasped out between the 
long rows of muscle of Nga's crushing thighs.  "Stop!  Stop i-it!  I-
I'll do any..anything.  Just stop!"  Nga's arm shook with fatigue as she 
held the staff over her weakly writhing opponent.  "Submit." she ordered  
"No!" the young woman gasped.  As she saw the weapon begin to descend 
again, she cried out.  "Wait!  Please, I...I ha-have slaves, th-three, 
they're y-y-yours!" 

Halting her strike, the oriental woman considered the offer. Then, 
releasing her panting foe, she rolled painfully to her feet.  She looked 
down at her defeated opponent as the dazed young fighter's bruised 
covered body rocked back and forth, clutching her abused belly.  
Dropping the weapon, she hunched over, hands of her bleeding thighs as 
she breathed heavily.  "Ok, bitch." she said.  "Ok, but next time it 
won't be that easy."  Tamara's eye's blazed with fury as she watched 
Nga's retreating back.  "Next time, cunt." she muttered, returning her 
attention to her agonized body.  "Next time, your fucking dead." 


Episode VII - Sandra Sandra vs Tatyana 


Firmly gripping her opponent's extended arm, the tall, predatorily 
muscled fighter twisted violently, flipping her blonde cousin's battered 
body to the practice mat.  One powerful leg immeditately flashed to the 
downed young warrior's throat, foot cutting off her air.  As the choking 
woman's fist pounded the mat to signal her submission, a sharp clap from 
Diana, the family matriarch, brought the combat to an end. 

The regally dressed woman who ended the match had watched Sandra 
intensely as her niece systematicaly destroyed Danielle, the matriarch's 
own youngest daughter.  "She's perfect."  Diana thought as she watched 
the victorious woman approach, admiring the robust young amazon's naked, 
perfectly muscled 6'2" frame.  Sandra's sleek, shapely legs moved with 
an almost balletic grace as she strode to the seated older woman.  The 
top of her bowed head, it's golden blonde hair cropped short to deny an 
opponent a grip, came even with Diana's head as the young warrior knelt 
before her family's leader. 

Diana reached out a heavily beringed hand to cup Sandra's chin, raising 
the warrior's ice-blue eyes to meet her own gaze.  "She has the look of 
a killer." she thought, assessing her niece's rather plain, impassive 
face.  "I wonder if she has the will, though."  The matriarch let her 
gaze fall, noting with approval Sandra's well controlled breathing by 
the regular swelling of her round, tautly rising young breasts.  A light 
sheen of sweat on the tan skin of the young warrior's hard, flat stomach 
was the only evidence of her recent exertions.  "Yes."  she decided to 
herself, returning the hand to her lap, "You'll do nicely." 

"You may prepare for the arena, Sandra." she said, absently rearranging 
the folds of her expensively cut, teal green dress.  "Yes, mistress."  
the young woman replied, keeping her face carefully devoid of 
expression, "I'm eager to win my first slave." 

"Well, about that..." Diana began as her daughter approached to kneel 
next to her cousin.  "You may go, Danielle."  she interruped herself 
with a dismissive wave of a jeweled hand.  "Tend to your wounds."  
"Mother, I..."  her daughter began.  "Later, Danielle." her mother said 
flatly.  "Sandra and I have something to discuss now." 

"Yes, mistress."  the bruised young woman said meekly, an injured look 
creasing her lovely face as she limped from the room.  "Never should 
have let her fight." Diana muttered, "Now she think's she's a warrior."  
Sandra supressed a smile at her cousin's expense as the silver haired 
matriarch addressed her again. 

"Now then, you're aware of the trouble we've been having with the 
Shimurra family."  Diana stated. "Yes, mistress." Sandra replied, 
"Mother says they've cut our shipping business by almost twenty percent 
this year."  "More like thirty, dear." the older woman said nodding.  
"And they've taken two of our women for slaves in the arena."  "Alexia 
and my sister, Chrystal."  she said. 

"Just so, and we can't let Lenora go unanswered."  Diana stated 
decisively, naming her rival matriarch.  "So we're going to send a 
message to that den of wolf-bitches.  You're going to be our message." 
The young fighter's eyes lit up at the prospect, then a frown creased 
her wide mouth.  "How?"  she asked. "We've arranged to have you fight 
one of their young warriors in the arena." 

Sandra's jaw dropped in amazement.  "Arranged?" she said incredulously 
"But that's impossible!  Opponents are chosen at random in the arena."  
"Nothing's impossible, dearest."  Diana admonished gently.  "In fact, 
you'd be amazed what is possible where money is involved." 

The tall warrior's frown deepened as she considered for a moment. "But 
how will taking one of their women solve our problems?" she asked her 
family's leader.  "It won't, Sandra."  Diana said, a shark-like grin 
rising on her lips.  "But the girl your going to fight is Lenora's 
youngest she-bitch daughter.  And your not going enslave her; you're 
going to kill her." -------------

The young dark haired warrior's fists rapidly pummeled the heavy bag 
while her trainer watched.  Corded muscle stood out on Tatyana's sweat-
drenched arms as her barrage of quick punches made the bag quiver.  
"Enough." her dark haired trainer said at last.  "Take a break." 

Tatyana moved to lean against a nearby rack of practice weaponry, her 
orange exercise outfit, tank top and shorts, were thoroughly drenched in 
sweat.  Closing her eyes, she concentrated on controling her breathing 
as her blue clad trainer said.  "We'll work on your in-fighting 
technique next, then stop for today." "Okay, Lana." the young fighter 
said as her breathing slowed. 

The door of the arena's exercise room opened and they watched as two 
women in identical green outfits entered.  "Hello, Lana." the taller of 
the two greeted Tatyana's trainer.  "How's the new girl coming along."  
"She may survive her first fight." Lana said judiciously.  "At least, I 
hope so, I get a bonus if she wins." 

"Hi cousin Liau." Tatyana said as she walked over to hug the shorter 
green clad warrior.  "Are you two training for your next fight?"  "We're 
always training, Tat." her relative replied.  "Lynn never lets up." 
"You'd get all soft on me if I did." her lover said, making a face.  
"Besides, we've been assigned to fight the Malik sisters next week, so 
we'd better be in top form." 

"Huh." grunted Lana, "I thought those two psychos were still fighting 
raiders up north."  "They were until the army kicked them out for taking 
tropheys."  Liau said.  "Their sergent found a box of eyes in their 
tent."  "Ugh." Tatyana commented. 

"No wonder the League dropped their membership." Liau's partner 
continued, adding weights to a handbar.  "Crazy bitches like that give 
us independents a bad name."  "You got that right." Lana returned.  "LIW 
doesn't need that kind of publicity." 

"Whose Lew?" her student asked.  The three more expereinced warriors 
laughed at the young woman's question. "Thats L.I.W, League of 
Independent Warriors." her mentor replied.  "Kind of a family for 
warriors who don't have a family, like Lana and me." 

"Speaking of family," Liau said to Lana. "how's Alana these days?"  Lana 
frowned at the slender woman's query.  "She's with Nga now." she said.  
"She should be safe enough with her 'til I can afford the ransom." 

"Good."  Liau said, plucking a wooden practice sword from the rack. 
"Nga's a better mistress than that arrogant Tamara cunt.  Your daughter 
will get some good training with Nga."  "I thought you were pretty well 
set up, Lana."  Lynn said as she sat on a bench and began a set of arm 
curls.  "I remember you retiring after winning that maze match." 

"Even I've heard of the that.  It's practically an arena legend!" 
Tatyana said enthusiastically.  "You and Ms. Erika were the only ones 
who survived it.  All the other warriors were enslaved or killed."  
"That's as may be."  Lana said sharply.  "But that was almost twenty 
years ago; and money doesn't last forever.  So I'd better earn my fee." 

Tatyana groaned as her trainer gestured toward the practice ring.  
"Let's go girl, I'll show you another way to break a front strangle 
hold." --------------

Ms. Erika stood under the spray of the shower, letting the warm water 
wash away the sweat and fatigue from her workout.  As she turned to let 
the spray pound gently on the back of her thick neck, the arena's first 
adminstrator saw her old friend, and one-time opponent, enter the shower 
room. 

"How's your new student coming along?" she asked as Lana turned on the 
shower next to her. "She's pretty strong, and fast when she's 
concentrating."  Lana said as she began soaping her slender, athletic 
body.  "But I doubt Tatyana has the instinct to be a truely outstanding 
warrior." 

"Instinct my rosy butt." Erika avered, letting the water spray across 
her muscular, scarred frame.  "Can she think on her feet?  That's all I 
want to know."  "That she can." Lana replied, "But I think she'll 
hesitate to kill."  "Not if she's thinking."  the red haired 
administrator said flatly.  "And if she doesn't, she shouldn't be in the 
arena anyway." 

Lana turned to face her friend and said softly,  "I have to ask you, 
Erika.  Did you arrange for Tatyana to fight that blonde hulk Diana 
calls a niece?" 

"No, I didn't have a hand in that one." Erika replied casually.  "Why 
should you care about inter-family squabbles anyway?  The Baruchs and 
Shimurras have been killing each other off for years."  A small smile 
creased her thin lips as she specualted, "Or have you been robbing the 
cradle?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, you old bitch."  Lana said fondly, placing a hand 
on her friend's shoulder.  "You know I've got a few men hanging around 
for when I get an itch.  By the way, how's Nadja working out?" 

"She'll do for now." Erika said abruptly. "But seriously, what makes you 
think Tatyana and Sandra have been matched on purpose?  After all, 
they're both arena virgins."  "Rhonda told me." the slender warrior 
stated.  "She got the story from a Baruch slave she won in her fight 
last week.  That old whore Diana bribed someone."  

"Ahhh." the henna haired administrator said, slightly irked that she 
wasn't the one Diana had bribed.  "Not that I'd have accepted that kind 
of arrangement." she quickly reassured herself.  "Do you know what 
weapons they're slated to use?"  Lana asked.  Erika turned from her old 
confidant and reached for a bottle of liquid soap in a nitch below her 
shower.  "You know I can't tell you that." she said.  Lana's small hand 
grasped her friend's thick wrist as she reached for the bottle.  

It always suprised Erika how deceptively strong the slender warrior was.   
She realized as she looked into Lana's dark eyes that it had nearly 
suprised her to death in her first arena fight with the then young 
street fighter, all those years ago.  "Halberds." she said.  "Shit."  
Lana swore as she let go of Erika's wrist.  "That's Sandra's weapon, 
Tatyana barely knows how to hold one." 

"Is that so?" the adminstrator asked retorically, rubbing soap into her 
short, red hair.  "Sounds like Diana's out for blood."  "Yeah, that 
Baruch bitch will cut Tatyana to pieces."  Lana agreed.  

The dark haired woman reach out again, this time affectionately 
caressing Erika's cheek.  "You could change the weapon assignment." she 
whispered.  "For old time's sake."  Erika's normaly flat stare softened 
as she gazed again at her old companion's care worn, but still lovely 
face.  She paused for a minute, then let one thick finger gently draw 
across Lana's soft lips. "No," she said, "not for old time's sake.  For 
you."        -------------

Remebering her matriarchs orders, Sandra strode confidently down the 
dark corridor toward the bright square of light shining through the 
arena's door.  Sandra studied the young oriental woman across the room 
from her as she planned her attack.  Tatjana's jet black hair, croped as 
short as Sandra's own, barely came level with her opponent's breasts; 
but her shoulders were wide to the point of being brawney and her arms 
and legs were thick with sinewy muscle.  The chinese warrior's large, 
sloping breasts curved in sweeping arcs above her broad, slightly round 
belly and wide, sensuous hips.  "Too bad." Sandra thought as she strode 
confidently toward her adversary.  "She's a pretty little thing."   
 
Tatyana's generous lips bowed in a faint smile below her wide, flaring 
nostrils.  She stood poised before the door where she'd entered as her 
blonde enemy waited in the center of the room, expecting the smaller 
fighter to meet her there.  Minutes passed as Tatyana stood, her arms 
crossed below her lush breasts, staring blandly at Sandra.  At last, she 
saw the tall young warrior begin to figet, shifting her weight from foot 
to foot.  Tatyana's smiling eyes seemed to taunt her adversary.  Finally 
losing patience, Sandra said, "Okay, you little cunt, I'll come to you." 

The blonde amazon's long legs quickly covered the distance between them 
as she charged her smaller opponent.  Braking to a sudden halt, Sandra's 
foot lashed out at the dark haired woman's head, following her kick with 
a flashing jab at her throat.  Incredibly, the stout young fighter 
avoided both blows as she twisted first her head and then her torso.  As 
Sandra's fist sped a hair's breath from her throat, the young asian 
fighter suddenly side stepped, jabbing a hard blow into her assailant's 
side. 

Tatyana heard the tall young woman gasp in unexpected pain as her fist 
thudded into her short ribs.  Although she'd missed the intended target, 
her foe's kidney, the blonde warrior was suffeciently suprised to lose 
her balance.  Tatyana quickly grabbed one arm and spun her stunned enemy 
in a short circle, slamming her back into the wall.  Then, taking a step 
back, began raining lightning blows onto the caucasian fighter's body. 

Her face already bloody from one of her enemy's punches, Sandra crossed 
her arms in front of her face, then cried out again as the shorter woman 
switched targets, pummeling her unprotected breasts and belly.  As a 
blow landed on her already bruised ribs, Sandra screamed as she felt one 
crack, sending an agonizing burst of pain through her body.  Her 
attacker's smile widened as the blonde fighter bent over, her arms now 
covering her abdomen.  Taking another step back, the oriental amazon 
cupped her hands and slammed them simultaneously on either side of 
Sandra's head. 

Tatyana's smooth skin glowed with sweat as her disoriented opponent 
staggered away, again clutching her ringing head.  "This won't be as 
hard as they said it would."  she mused to herself as she advanced on 
her reeling foe. Raising one muscular arm above her head, Tatyana 
prepared to send a forearm crashing down on the back her adversaries 
neck.  But instead, her blow thumped off the blonde woman's back as her 
foe fell to her knees, wrapping her strong arms around the smaller 
fighter's waist. 

Sandra's back exploded with more pain as the wide shouldered woman's 
fists thudded into her back.  Screaming to stave off unconsciousness, 
the young caucasian warrior tightened her crushing bearhug, then jerked 
her pain wracked body backwards, yanking the smaller, fighter off her 
feet.  A bloody grin split Sandra's face as she heard her foe cry out 
and begin beating her fists on top of her assialant's head. Then, 
twisting her battered frame, Sandra threw both their bodies to the 
floor, landing with a satisfing thud atop her struggling opponent. 

Tatyana shook her head in stunned amazement as her opponent's body 
pressed atop her, refusing to believe the fight wasn't already over.  As 
she felt the tall fighters hands grip her shoulders, the dark haired 
warrior clenched her fists, slamming them into her foes sides.  The 
young blonde woman shreiked in anger and pain as the blows landed, then 
as Tatyana's fists drew back for another short blow, her foe pulled at 
the smaller fighter's shoulders and visciously slammed her knee twice 
into smaller amazon's crotch. 

Now it was her foe's turn to shriek as pain jolted her body.  Sandra's 
hands released their hold on her broad shoulders and flew to the 
oriental fighter's neck, her thumbs pressing hard against her windpipe.  
The blonde haired warrior tried to focus through a haze of pain as she 
sought to strangle her struggling opponent.  The gasping young warrior's 
strong hands clawed at Sandra's choking grip, then, prying at the 
causcasian woman's pinkies, suceeded in bending them backwards.  Sandra 
jerked to her knees, yelping in pain as she yanked her hands from her 
enemy's throat, then again in suprise as the smaller woman's fists 
slammed into her chest, knocking her backwards off her adversary. 

Both young women stared at the other in hatred as they fought their 
pain.  Tatyana gulped air as she massaged her abused groin while Sandra 
head still rang as her body ached from a multitude of bruises.  Finally, 
both fighters got unsteadily to their feet, coincidentaly thinking the 
same thing.  "I'm going to KILL that fucking bitch!" 

Bringing her pain under control Sandra centered herself, carefully 
watching her adversary.  The tall fighter began to circle her foe, her 
blue eyes boring holes into her opponent's own hate filled eyes.  Sandra 
longed to snap the little bitch's neck and stomp her thickly muscled 
body into paste.  "Kiii-AAAA!" she yelled, snapping a kick at the still 
woozy warrior's head. 

The dark haired woman dodged her opponent's kick, a little slower than 
she had before, backpeddling as the blonde woman continued her assault.  
Tatyana yelped as a foot landed a glancing blow on the slope of her 
large, heaving left breast, then again as another grazed her left hip.  
Sweat ran in rivulets down Tatyana's body as she backed away, her 
assailant's superior reach and height keeping the smaller fighter from 
counter attacking. 

Sandra shouted in triumph as a round kick glanced from her retreating 
opponents right jaw, snapping her head left. Her broken rib ached madly 
with every movement, but the tall young warrior fought down the pain as 
she steped forward, aiming a fist the broad shouldered fighter's head.  
Her arm shot out over her foe's head, causing her to lose her balance as 
Sandra's opponent seemed to sink to her knees then lunged forward, 
swiftly grabbing her long, tan legs. 

As the blonde fighter fought for balance, Tatyana heaved backwards, 
pulling  her legs out from under her and sending her foe crashing to the 
floor.  Draping a long leg over each broad shoulder, the stout young 
warrior grabbed the caucasian woman's thighs and leaned forward, 
crushing her enemy's shoulders against the floor.  Tatyana grinned as 
she leaned down, seeing her tall opponent bite back a scream as pain 
flaired from her broken rib. 

Arms braced on the floor, Sandra blinked away tears of pain as she 
struggled to straighten her legs and throw her tormentor back.  Blood 
appeared beneath her opponent's fingers as they dug into the soft tan 
skin of Sandra's lower thighs.  As the asian amazon pushed down on her 
legs, a moan escaped the blonde woman's blood smeared lips.  
Desperately, Sandra reached up, her sharp nails grazing the small black 
nipples of her foe's large breasts as they hovered above her. 

Tatyana jerked back reflexively as her opponent's claws grazed her 
hanging breasts.  Her hands slipped on the blonde amazons's thighs, 
sharp nails digging long furrows of blood as they lost their grip.  
Pouring every ounce of strength into the effort, her foe straightened 
her strong legs, sending the smaller warrior stumbling back. 

Sandra quickly got to her feet as the oriental woman regained her 
balance and lept to attack her.  The tall warrior felt the wind from her 
opponent's flashing foot as it swept past milimemters from her face. 
Then, leaning forward, Sandra screamed "DIE BITCH!", sending the palm of 
her hand smacking against her opponent's nose, breaking it instantly. 

Blood spattered down her face as Tatyana reeled from the tall woman's 
killing blow, eyes wide with shock.  Even as she staggered back she 
realized that only a few miscalculated degrees were all the prevented 
Sandra's blow from sending shards of bone into her brain.  "She really 
is trying to kill me." she realized as she blinked back the pain from 
her injured face and braced herself to meet her opponent's attack. 

Her eyes sparkling with hate, Sandra bared her teeth in a fierce grin as 
she advanced one her adversary.  New strength seemed to surge though her 
body as adrenline pumped though her sysem.  The caucasian amazon's full 
young breasts stood erect on her chest, their pale round nipples stiff 
with the excitement of battle as she launched a flurry of punches the 
smaller fighter's head. 

Tatyana blocked blow after blow, counter-punching when she could and 
retreating when she had to as her foe seemed to go berserk with fury.  
The blonde fighter ignored several solid hits to her bloody face and 
smoothly muscled belly as she battered her way through Tatyana's 
defenses.  The thick muscles on the asian warrior's arm bunched as she 
struck upward, snapping her foe's head back her fist crashed into her 
chin.  But as her blonde head snapped up, the tall fighter's hand lashed 
out, sending three stiff fingers jabbing into Tatyana's already bruised 
throat. 

Sandra wavered on her feet as her foe staggered back, cluching her 
wounded throat.  Pain from the small amazon's thundering uppercut 
slammed through her head, driving away the hot, red fury she'd felt 
moments before as she tried to focus her blurred vision.  The caucasian 
warrior took a step toward her foe, then fell on one knee as a wave of 
pain-inspired dizzyness swept through her. 

Pain also blurred the sight of the dark haired fighter as she gasped for 
air.  Tatyana's chest heaved as she desperately sucked air into her 
lungs through her abused throat. Eye's clearing as she fought down the 
pain, she saw her foe drop to one knee, shaking her blonde head back and 
forth.  Gathering her strength, the stout young woman staggered forward, 
one powerful leg lashing out at her opponent. 

The straight kick slammed into Sandra's chest, rocking her backwards.  
As the tall woman's arms windmilled, a second kick from her dark haired 
adversary thudded again into her chest, sending her groaning to the 
floor. 

Tatyana dropped to her knees, clasping her hands above her head.  But 
before she could deliver her crushing double-fisted blow, the blonde 
fighter's arm lashed out, smacking hard into her stomach. The oriental 
amazon grunted and doubled over as her foe grabbed her head, pulling her 
down and wrapping her arms around her in a bearhug, pinning smaller 
woman's arms to her sides.   

As their heavily sweating bodies slapped together, Sandra rolled atop 
her writhing enemy.  Jerking her head back, she slammed her forehead 
against the broad shouldered fighter's forehead, then released the 
stunned young fighter and heaved herself to her knees. Stradling the 
smaller woman's body, Sandra again seized her opponent's head, arm 
muscles straining as she twisted it sharply to the right, trying to snap 
her neck. 

Screaming as pain shocked her awake, Tatyana's fists immediately began 
to savagely pummel her tormentors body, beating a rapid tatoo on her 
bruised chest and breasts.  The blonde woman's own scream joined 
Tatyana's as her body twitched and jerked with each blow.  Feeling her 
adversary's grip weaken, the smaller fighter reached up and ripped her 
foe's hands from her aching head, then slamming her hands against her 
opponent's chest.  As the tall fighter rocked back on her knees, 
Tatyana's muscular legs curled up, wrapping around her enemy's head, 
slamming her backward to the floor. 

Sandra wavered on the edge of consciousness as the asian amazon's strong 
legs shifted to trap her neck.  As the corded muscles of her opponent's 
legs cut off her air, the tall batttered young fighter weakly clawed at 
her foes constricting legs, fighting for oxygen.  Then, as the 
strangling legs tightened on her throat, Sandra gathered every last 
particle of will she had left and slammed her fist into sweat-drenched 
black curls of Tatyana's pussy. 

Tatyana's howl of pain never reached her opponent ears as the blonde 
woman slumped unconscious between her crushing legs.  The young oriental 
fighter's nerves seemed to expode as pain coursed through her body, 
driving her unconscious as well. 

As the two young women lay tangled on the floor, both doors opened.  Two 
medical teams entered and seperated the combatants, accompanied by the 
First Admistrator.  "Now let's find out who set this up."  Erika decided 
to herself as she watched the two warriors being carried from the arena. 


Episode VIII - Janelle Janelle vs Rachel 


Standing over her third steeming sink full of soaking dishes, the black 
haired slave woman wiped beads of sweat from her forehead with one 
smoothly muscled forearm.  The small of Janelle's back ached beneath her 
simple, white shift as she worked in her owner's kitchen.  Sighing in 
resignation, she plunged her chapped hands into the sudsy water and 
began cleaning her mistress' dinner plates.  "I wouldn't wish this job 
on a man." she muttered, disgusted by the menial labor. 

For about the hundredth time, Janelle replayed her last fight in her 
mind.  Having her five earlier matches, she'd confidently expected to 
beat the mature, silver haired woman who was now her mistress.  But her 
opponent's skill with the short sword was deadly and Janelle soon found 
herself bleeding on the floor with her new owner's sword pricking her 
neck.  Looking down at the long new scar running lengthwise down her 
bare upper arm, she reflected that she was lucky to have even survived 
her encounter with Camilla. 

Janelle's short, sweat-soaked shift was plastered to her well sculpted 
body as she finished the last plate and pulled the plug in the sink.  
She plucked the wet cloth from her flat, white stomach, absently rubbing 
a second, smaller new scar running just below her navel, then reached 
for a towel to dry the plates with.  As she finished putting away the 
first plate, Janelle heard the musical tinkle of a bell ring in the next 
room.  "Drat." she said to herself as she put down the towel and moved 
to answer her mistress' summons. 

Entering the well appointed living room, the raven haired slave saw 
Camilla lounging on a white leather couch beneath the bay windows on the 
far side of the room.  She wore a richly cut, form fitting black dress 
which highlighted her long, lusterous silver hair.  A uniformed woman, a 
slender brunette she knew was her mistress' friend, sat on a matching 
leather chair to Camilla's right with her feet propped up on a long, low 
walnut coffee table.  As she moved to attend her mistress, Janelle saw a 
thick envelope laying on the part of the coffee table in front her 
owner. 

"I have good news for you, Janelle." Camilla said noticing absently how 
the thin wet cloth of the shift outlined the shape of her slave's small, 
sharply rising breasts.  "Your family came through with your ransom."  
The slave woman smiled as her mistress continued,  "Go and get your 
things, dear.  Ms. Victoria here will escort you to the arena barracks 
when your ready." 

"Right away, mistress."  Janelle said, eagerly starting for the door on 
her left which opened on the stairs leading to the second floor of the 
house.  "Have Mina finish up in the kitchen." Camilla called to the 
newly freed slave's rapidly retreating back.  Then, as Janelle closed 
the door, her ex-mistress said ironically "Your welcome." 

Turning to her friend, Camilla smiled and stretched her athletic body.  
"These new girls just don't have any gratitude." she remarked.  "Oh 
well, as long as their families have money..."  Victoria smiled at the 
silver haired warrior's comment.  Picking a bit of lint from the dark 
red sleeve of her uniform shirt, the official asked, "Do you want me to 
enter your name on the list for the next round of fights?" 

"Maybe."  Camilla replied, toying with the envelope on the table.  "This 
should be enough to pay off the last of my debt.  Who's on the list so 
far?"  "I don't know." Victoria said with a frown.  "The F.A. changed 
all the computer passwords, and you know I don't have enough access, 
working in accounting, to get the list through regular channels."  
"Damn!" Camilla spat, sitting up and looking in alarm at her friend, 
"When did this happen?" 

"A couple of day's ago.  Something must really be bugging the F.A. for 
her to change all the codes.  Don't worry though, I'll have the new 
passwords in a couple of days."  Camilla moved to the end of the couch 
nearest Victoria and covered the brunette's hand with her own.  "You 
don't think the old bitch has found out about you?"  she asked 
worriedly.  "Don't worry Cam," her friend repeated.  "She'd have had me 
arrested by now if she knew anything."  "Good." Camilla sighed 

A teasing smile crossed Victoria's lips as she said. "Besides, Ms. Erica 
isn't that much older than you are."  "Vic! her freind gasped, laughing. 
"Shut your mouth!"  "It's true!" the brunette woman protested jokingly.  
"Five years earlier, and you might have had to fight her yourself."  
"Not me." Camilla said with a mock shudder.  "I don't much like that 
corrupt old cow, but even now she's a hell of a fighter."  "Gotta give 
her that." her friend agreed.  "Did you know that she once..." 

The opening of a door interruped Victoria as Janelle strode into the 
room. She'd changed out of her slave's shift and now wore a loose 
sleeved, light blue shirt and tan slacks.  "I'm ready." she announced. 
"Better get going, then." Victoria said, rising to her feet.  "I'll see 
you tomorrow, Camilla."  "Sure thing, Vic."  Camilla replied.  "Are you 
going to sign up for a fight right away, Janelle?"  "Might as well." her 
ex-slave said brightly.  "Good."  the silver head warrior remarked, a 
predatory smile flickering on her lips.  "Maybe I'll see you later, 
too." --------------------

Two folded sheets of parchment colored paper lay carelessly on Assistant 
Administrator Victoria's lap as she sat dozing beneath the cool shade of 
an elderly maple tree.  Looming behind her, the old four story, red 
brick building that was the arena's administrative center baked in the 
hot sun. 

The mellow brass note of the nearby temple's gong reverberated through 
the air, bringing the napping woman out of her light sleep and signaling 
the beginning of the daily procession.  Situated only fifty yards away, 
the ancient temple was said to be the first building on the site, 
predating even the arena itself.  A much smaller building than the 
surrounding structures, it's once white marble was a flaking, oily 
yellow color.  Crumbling, unsound looking pillars supported a small 
porteco from which the procession of priestesses issued. 

From beneath the old maple, Victoria saw a second group of women 
marching from the temple behind the usual small group of blue robed 
priestesses.  As the arena official squinted, trying to make out who 
these new women were, a familiar voice came from behind her tree. 

"Temple warriors." the muscular, red clad woman said, stepping around 
the tree.  Rhonda smiled at the look of suprise on Victoria's face as 
she sat next to her in the shade, her red tank top and shorts a few 
shades lighter than Victoria's crimson uniform.  "I heard a group had 
arrived last night, heading north.  Thought I'd check 'em out." 

"I've never seen one before."  the flustered offical said, one hand 
unconsciously going to the incriminating roster on her lap.  "Do they 
really sacrifice one of their tits to the goddess?" she asked to cover 
up her embarrassment at being suprised.  "That they do."  affirmed her 
aquaintence as the procession drew nearer.  "That halter they wear keeps 
a knife strapped over the missing tit, for balance I suppose." Rhonda 
explained. 

"Fanatics."  Victoria remarked, looking with some distaste at the double 
row of twenty temple warriors marching past.  Each woman was naked from 
the waste up except for the leather halter Rhonda had mentioned, which 
kept a small blade sheathed over the scar where their right breast would 
have been.  Below the waist, they wore a short brown leather kilts and 
belts from which hung empty arrow quivers.  Plain rope soled sandles 
completed their spartan uniforms.  All the women had their hair gathered 
in a single braid, except for the one marching just behind the temple 
priestesses. 

"Yeah." Rhonda said, agreeing with Victoria's assessment.  "See that 
bald woman up front?" she queried, pointing to a small, brown-skinned 
woman striding proudly at the head of the warrior collumn.  "That's 
their officer.  They usually carry a long sword.  Must have had to 
surrender it at the gates, though." she speculated.  "No doubt."  
Victoria agreed.  "But what are all those tatoos for?" she asked, 
gesturing at the multitude of colorful tatoos each woman sported. 

"Oh, most are badges of rank, status, like that."  Rhonda said.  "Though 
sometimes I hear they just get them to show how dedicated they are to 
the dark goddess."  "You'd think cutting off your tit would be enough." 
Victoria stated. 

As the last two warriors past by, the crimson shirted administrator 
noticed the tatooed women had both breasts intact.  "What about them?" 
she said pointing.  But before Rhonda could reply, both women saw 
Camilla, wearing a black outfit of the same type at Rhonda's, crossing 
the white gravel road from where she'd been waiting for the procession 
to pass. 

As she approached the seated women, the black clad warrior shot a 
questioning look at her friend, who replied with a slight shake of her 
head and a nod in Rhonda's direction, who seemed not to have noticed 
their byplay. 

"When did the O.B.s get here.?"  Camilla asked as she sat one Victoria's 
other side.  "Last night, I guess." her friend replied.  "But I didn't 
know about it 'til Rhonda told me.  What's an O.B.?"  "Stand's for 'one 
boob'" Camilla replied.  "We used to call them that up north.  Remember 
that, Rhonda?" 

"Yeah." the warrior affirmed.  "You and I were camped next to a bunch of 
them when those northern cunts hit us with that big raid.  "You were 
probably farther down the line, Victoria."  "Yeah."  Camilla said, a far 
away look in her eyes.  "I personally saw one of those temple bitches 
take two slugs in the chest and still cut down five raiders before she 
knew she was even dead." 

"They were pretty tough."  agreed Rhonda as she sunned her lovely ebony 
face into a patch of sunlight.  "Got wiped out in the raid, though."  
"Too eager to die for their goddess, or whatever."  Camilla speculated.  
All three women were quiet a moment, lost in their own memories of the 
perpetually on-going border skirmishes. 

"Say, have you ever see an O.B. bitch with both her tits?"  Rhonda asked 
the silver haired warrior. "Sure." Camilla replied. "There were a couple 
running errands around the camp before the raid.  Don't you remember 
them?"  "Must have missed them." 

"Those were acolytes, they're like some kind of trainee.  They have to 
go through some ritual where they get a breast lopped off before they 
get to be full-blown warriors."  "Let me guess."  Victoria said.  "It's 
the boob with the spiral tatoo that get's the axe."  "You got it." her 
friend nodded.  "I've always said that too much religion is an unhealthy 
thing."  Rhonda commented as the two women nodded their agreement. 

The temple warrior's officer stood at parade rest before the arena 
official's desk.  "You don't have to like it." she told the frowning 
administrator flatly, in a voice made rough from years of barking 
orders.   "You just have to do it." 

Ms. Erika stonily examined the small, half-naked officer who carried 
herself with such authority.  Captain Vesta stood just a shade under 
4'6" and though she didn't weigh much more than ninty pounds, most of 
that was sinewy muscle.  Her chestnut brown skin, covered with the 
ususal tatoos, was the same shade as the leather halter keeping a small 
knife firmly afixed over the horizontal scar of her missing right 
breast.  The remaining small mammary swelled firmly from her wide chest, 
it's stiff black nipple at the center of a tatoo eye.  

Light shone softly off the officer's bald brown head as her narrow dark 
eye's met Ms. Erika's own impassive stare.  Her wide nose crooked 
slighly to the left above her suprisingly full, generous lips, easily 
the best feature of her otherwise plain face.  "It is customary, Ms. 
Erika." she said breaking the silence between them. 

"I realize that, Captain." said the first administrator, trying with 
uncharaceristic tact to keep the distaste she felt from her voice.  With 
a shrug of her square shoulders, she opened a desk drawer, pulling out a 
sheaf of forms and asking,  "How many of your acolytes will need a 
single fight permit?" 

"Just two."  Captain Vesta said politely.  "If you can arrange for them 
to fight tomorrow, we can be out of your hair that much sooner."  Ms. 
Erika peeled two forms from the stack and handed them to the officer.  
"Very well." she said.  "Have them fill these out and be ready tomorrow 
morning.  I'll program them into computer tonight."  "Thank you."  Vesta 
said, the forms in her hand as she turned to go.  

"I'm curious." Ms. Erika said to the departing temple officer.  "Why 
must your acoloyte's fight before they're initiated?"  Opening the 
office's door, the small warrior turned.  Her face completely serious, 
she replied, "The Dark Goddess will not accept a woman who hasn't killed 
at least once.  And we'll need every fighter we can get when we get up 
north." 

"Figures."  Ms. Erika mumbled to herself as the door closed behind 
Vesta.  Putting the forms back, she swiveled her chair to the computer 
terminal perched on a corner of her desk.  Her thick, stubby forefingers 
stabbed at the battered keyboard, bringing up the system's main security 
menu.  "Now, let's see if there's been a any mice nibbling at the 
cheese." she thought, accessing the new security monitoring program 
she'd recently installed. -------------------------------------------

Giving a mental sigh of relief, Janelle examined her opponent as the 
door of the arena clicked shut behind her. 

In the exact center of the room, equidistant between the two women, a 
knife lay shining one the floor.  "Well, at least it's not Camilla 
again."  Janelle thought as she examined the fighter standing across the 
room from her. 

Rachel looked about the same age as the dark haired warrior, and roughly 
the same height, but the resemblance ended there.  The woman's hair was 
a short auburn mop above her narrow face.  A small tatoo on her right 
cheek depicted a snake, it's tail beginning at the edge of her small, 
narrow mouth and angling up past her nose to end with it's head below 
the corner of one sea-green eye. 

More tattos covered Rachel's sleekly muscled, tan body.  A crossed sword 
and bow rode the smooth muscle of her left upper arm.  Beginning beneath 
her taut, well rounded right breast a red line spiraled around and 
around to end at the small brown aerola the mammary's thrusting nipple.  
Below her firm breasts, two panthers were locked in combat on the 
rippling muscles framing her flat belly.  Two more tatoos adorned in 
wide expanses of each heavy thigh; both representing a naked woman in a 
fighting crouch with swords thrust out before them, the tips of the 
swords pointing at the hairless lips of her cunt.  As Rachel walked 
toward the center of the room, the tatoo women on her thighs seemed to 
fence with each other.  "Oh great!" Janelle thought as she strode to 
meet the woman, "I had to get matched with a circus freak." 

The knife's single edged, four inch blade glittered between the two 
women as they circled, each waiting for the other to make a move for the 
weapon.  Rachel's powerful looking legs moved in a suprisingly graceful, 
almost ritualistic dance as her raven haired foe stalked opposite her.  
Deciding to act first, the tattooed amazon lithely pounced over the 
knife, her right foot speeding toward her opponent's head in a flying 
snap kick. 

Janelle blocked and dodged the brunette warrior's flurry of kicks as she 
was forced back step after step, waiting for a gap to exploit in her 
adversary's attack.  Ducking under a spin kick, Janelle noticed yet 
another tatoo nearly covering her opponent's entire back, depicting a 
robed woman holding a bow notched with an arrow.  As she stood, another 
kick glanced from her shoulder, spinning her around.  Then, as the dark 
haired fighter quickly regained her balance, her opponent somersaulted 
backwards and stood on her hands over the knife in one fluid motion.  

Flexing her strong arms, Rachel flipped herself erect, snatching the 
knife's leather wrapped handle in her left hand.  A triumphant smile 
twisted her lips as the tatooed fighter assumed a knife-fighter's 
crouch, her right arm extended at a low angle before her, the left 
holding the knife at waist level, ready to thrust or slash at her 
opponent. 

The dark haired warrior retreated before her foe's darting blade, the 
sweat on her atheletic body giving her pale white skin a glass-like 
sheen as she twisted and dodged.  While her foe drove her across the 
room, Janelle's face was a study of intense concentration, completely 
focused on her attacker's slightest movement.  As they neared the door 
she'd entered, Janelle jerked her body left, avioding a strong lunge at 
her right side.  While the brunette fighter's knife whispered past her 
right side, Janelle took a quick step forward, bringing her arm flashing 
down over her opponet's forearm and trapping it tightly against her 
side.  Quickly gripping her foe's left bicep with her other hand, 
Janelle heaved her struggling adversary off balance. 

Rachel stumbled as her opponent jerked her arm to the side, spinning 
their bodies in a half circle.  The tan fighter's strong fingers pried 
at the woman's grip on her upper arm, wincing at her foe's crushing grip 
as she fought to free her trapped arm.  Releasing her adversary's arm, 
Janelle's hand flashed out, delivering a hard back-handed slap across 
the tatooed woman's mouth.  Her foe's arm jerking free as she reeled 
back, stunned from the blow, the dark haired amazon swore as she felt 
the retreating knife draw a line of fire on the right side of her body.   
Grimacing at the pain, Janelle pivoted on her left foot, her right 
flashing out to land a powerful side kick to her staggered foe's chest. 

Rachel grunted as her back fetched up hard against the wall behind her, 
chest aching from her opponent's kick.  Blood flowing from her split 
lower lip, she massaged the spot on her chest where her foe had kicked 
her and shook her dazed head.  Too late, the stunned brunette saw her 
antagonist skip forward, a second kick lashing out to slam full force 
into the panther tatoo decorating her flat stomach.  Doubling over in 
agony, the breath crushed from her body, Rachel struck out blindly, 
opening a second, diagonal slash across her attacker's retreating calf. 

The brunette fighter sank to her knees, dropping the knife to clutch 
both hands to her belly as her opponent stumbled backwards, yelping at 
the sudden pain from the cut on her leg.  Janelle's leg's tangled as she 
reeled back, sending her woulded body falling to the floor.  Sitting up 
quickly, she assessed the damage to her side and leg.  The cut on her 
right side oozed blood slowly down to her gentlly swelling hip, but the 
slash on her right leg, while painful, bled only a little.  "Hell," she 
thought looking at her leg, "I've done worse just shaving."  Still, she 
knew she had to finish the tatooed bitch as fast as possible, before she 
lost too much blood.  Stumbling erect, Janelle saw her foe kneeling on 
the floor, her forehead almost touching as if in prayer as she gasped 
and moaned.  Determined to end the fight quickly, the dark haired 
warrior strode toward the blood smeared knife laying a few feet away 
from her prostrate enemy. 

Propping herself up on one arm, Rachel held her ruptured stomach as she 
gasped for breath and prayed to her goddess for strength.  Spitting 
blood, her pain blurred eyes saw her raven haired opponent stand and 
start toward the knife lying a couple paces from where she knelt.  
Rachel pushed off the wall with her feet, flinging her body toward the 
weapon.  But as she landed with the fingers of her right hand grasping 
the hilt, her adversary stepped up to stamp her foot down on Rachel's 
extended wrist.  She howled as her foe hammered her foot down again on 
her wrist, a bolt of agony shooting up her arm as she felt the bone snap 
with a sound like a dry branch of wood being broken over someone's knee.  
The prone woman's face twisted in shock as she felt her right hand go 
numb, releasing the blade.  Screaming with pain-induced rage, Rachel 
reared up on her knees, lashing out with her left fist.  Missing the 
thick black bush of her attacker's pussy at which she'd aimed, her punch 
landed hard on the standing woman's right thigh. 

Janelle stumbled back as the new pain in her already wounded leg 
threatened to make it collapse under her again.  Shifting her weight to 
her undamaged left leg, the black haired fighter swore as her adversary, 
cradling the  broken wrist against her stomach, scooped up the knife in 
her left hand and heaved herself erect.  Janelle advanced confidently, 
smiling fiercly at the look of pain in her enemy's eyes while the auburn 
haired fighter retreated, slashing the knife before her defensively. 

The tattoed amazon desperately concentrated on a chant her sister-
warrior's had taught her to control pain.  As the throbbing in her wrist 
began to lessen, Rachel set her feet, stopping her retreat and slashing 
at her dark haired enemy.  Taken by suprise, the black haired amazon 
jerked back as the blade hissed passed her chest in a wide swing.  As 
Rachel began a return swing aimed at the suprised woman's face, her foe 
stepped forward, blocking the swing forarm to forearm as she hammered a 
straight punch between Rachel's full breasts, then drew back her fist 
for another blow. 

The attacking amazon grabbed Rachel's left wrist as she staggered back a 
step, then recovered quickly and ducked under her adversary's second 
punch.  Bending at the waist, Rachel lunged forward to slam a tawny 
shoulder into her foe's abdomen.  Losing her grip on the brunette 
fighter's arm, the athletic warrior grabbed Rachel's shoulders as she 
was driven back.  Rachel continued driving her shoulder into her 
opponent's lower chest and stabbed the knife into her foe's right leg. 

Janelle's piercing scream echoed through the room as her adversary 
buried the knife in her thigh.  Falling on her back, the raven haired 
warrior desperately tightened her grip on the charging woman's shoulders 
and thrust her left foot into her firmly muscled belly, using the 
momentum to flip the auburn haired fighter in a high arc over her body. 

Rachel shrieked as she flew over her foe, losing her grip on the knife 
and slamming hard onto the floor behind her enemy.  Pain flared anew as 
her broken wrist smacked the floor, making her writhe in agony, 
threatening to overwhelm her stunned body.  Dark spots danced before her 
eyes as she lay helpless, her mind awash with intense pain. 

Janelle sat up with a jerk and stared increduously at the knife 
protruding from the silky white skin of her inner thigh.  "Fuck me!" she 
thought in shock as blood began welling around the edges of the blade, 
"The fucking little freak's stabbed me!"   A thin trickle of blood ran 
down from the throbing wound and began pooling on the floor as the black 
haired amazon wrapped her strong hands firmly around the knife's hilt.  
Sweat running heavily down her pain-filled face, she took a deep breath 
and yanked up. 

Janelle's scream rose into inaudibility as she pulled the knife from her 
leg.  Her firm, pale breasts heaved wildly as she panted and clapped a 
hand over the wound, trying to slow the blood gouting from her thigh.  
Hearing a low moan behind her, she twisted her heavily sweating body to 
see her battered adversary roll slugishly onto her stomach and shakily 
rise to her knees.  "Cunt!" she spat, turning around and crawling toward 
the brunette fighter's tatooed back, gripping the blood covered knife 
tightly her right hand and keeping the left clamped on the deep wound on 
her thigh.   Janelle's face twisted into a mask of fury as she kept her 
eyes fixed on the space between her enemy's jutting shoulderblades. 

Her eyes closed tightly against the pain, Rachel bent over the broken 
wrist cradled against her heavily bruised stomach as she gasped and 
sobbed, trying to bring her aching body under control.  Placing her hand 
against the floor, the tattoed amazon prepared to push herself to her 
feet when she glimpsed a movement from the corner of her eye.  Realizing 
her opponent must have the knife now, her eyes buldged in panic as she 
desperately twisted her body to the left, flinging out a sharp elbow. 

As Janelle heaved to her knees and prepared to plunge the raised knife 
into her opponent's back, the brunette fighter's torso suddenly twisted, 
slamming an elbow into the dark haired warrior's cheek.  Janelle grunted 
as she fell heavily on her left side and rolled onto her back, face 
stinging from the blow.  Her auburn haired opponent spun around on her 
knees and flung herself atop the stunned warrior's body, her left hand 
grasping Janelle's right wrist.  

One knee drove into her foe's lower belly as Rachel placed her right 
forearm across the struggling amazon's throat.  The muscles of the 
brunette warrior's right arm bulged as she strained to keep her 
opponent's knife hand pinned to the floor.  As she choked her intended 
sacrifice, Rachel howled as the dark haired woman's left hand flashed to 
her broken wrist and squeezed.  Their bodies slapped hard together as 
the tatooed warrior's knee slipped from her writhing enemy's belly. 

Janelle pushed hard against her attacker's shoulder as her pale body 
pressed against her enemy, rolling their struggling bodies over.  Her 
opponent now beneath her, Janelle pinned the woman's broken wrist to the 
floor and pushed herself to her knees, manuvering the knife over the 
downed fighter's heaving chest.  The brunette warrior's eyes fixed 
fearfully on the point of the blade hovering over her chest as she 
tightly griped her attacker's wrist, straining to move the knife away 
from her body.  Throwing her weight behind the blade, Janelle slowly 
forced the wavering knife toward her enemy's chest.  "Submit, cunt!" she 
ground out through clenched teeth as the tip of the blade dented the 
soft tan skin over her foe's heart. 

A bead of blood appeared on her chest as the knife's blade cut into the 
skin of Rachel's chest.  Wincing as the knife slipped a fraction lower 
into her quivering flesh, the auburn haired warrior clamped her thighs 
tightly around her adversary's bleeding leg.  The raven haired fighter 
screamed and sat bolt upright as pain coursed through her aching body. 

The knife flew from Janelle's hand as her whole body spasmed from the 
agony shooting from her heavily bleeding thigh.  Ripping her arm from 
her opponent's grasp, the raven haired amazon clasped her hands over her 
head and brought them crashing down on her enemy's abused stomach.  She 
heard with fierce satisfaction a piercing scream rise from the tatooed 
woman's mouth, then continued hammering her writhing foe's body, 
pounding her doubled fists into the brunette fighter's stomach, breasts 
and chest. 

After a full minute, Janelle noticed the battered body beneath her no 
longer moved, only spasmed in reflex to her punches.  Pausing her 
barrage of hammer blows, she realized her opponent had passed out.  Her 
chest heaved in a deep sigh as the rage Janelle had felt drained quickly 
from her.  Looking down at her foe's still body, a wave of dizziness 
washed over her and she allowed herself to fall forward.  Her head 
thumping between the tatooed woman's breasts, Janelle sighed again, this 
time in relief as she listened to the faint beat of her new slave's 
heart. 


Episode IX - Inez Renata vs Inex 


Thin grey clouds the color of tobacco smoke scuttled across the 
darkening sky as the matriarch stood on a balconey of the private house 
she kept near the arena compound and watched the sunset.  Diana placed 
both bejewelled hands on the balconey railing and watched the clump of 
old buildings which comprised the arena take on the reddish cast of the 
sunset.  Seeing the arena turn gradually red gave her an ominious 
feeling, as if her actions tonight would bring about unexpected 
bloodshed. 

A soft rustle of cloth broke her reverie and the matriarch turned around 
to meet the person she'd been waiting for.  The slender figure stepping 
onto the balconey from the third floor dark room was entirely hidden 
within the folds of a volumnous white robe, it's hood pulled up to 
engulf the wearers head and conceil the face in deep shadow.  "She could 
be a man for all I know."  thought Diana with a shudder of distaste. 

Silently, the robed figure extended a black gloved hand.  Diana reached 
into the pocket of her richly embroidered blue dress and brought out two 
envelopes, one thick with cash, the other much thinner.  "I want her 
registered tonight." Diana said, holding out the envelopes.  The white 
enshrouded person nodded. 

"And a fight ready for her tomorrow, before that red headed bitch even 
suspects what's going on." she said, placing the envelopes in the palm 
of the extended black glove.  As the hand retreated to it's owner, Diana 
glimped as flash of skin between the edge of the black glove and the hem 
of the white robes sleeve.  For the first time in their brief 
association, she knew something of her erstwhile agent's appearence.  
"Probably a woman." she thought, watching the figure bury the thick 
envelope in a pocket of the white robe and open the thin envelope.  "And 
her skin's dark, or deeply tanned." she guessed. 

After a minute's heavy silence in which the robed figure read the 
contents of the second envelope, it too suffered the fate of it's 
thicker companion.  "She'll go berserk when she finds out." a soft, 
neutral voice whispered from the depths of the hood. 

"That's the idea." Diana replied.  "She deserves it after fucking up the 
match we arranged for Sandra."  The robed woman paused as if to consider 
the matriarch's notion, then turned to leave. "Make sure she gets a good 
match, I want her to earn her pay."  Diana said to the figure's 
retreating back. "She will." the ghostly voice said as the white clad 
figure faded into the dark room beyond. ------------

Nadja's strong fingers dug into her lover's thick shoulder muscles as 
she stood behind the seated woman and watched the office computer 
terminal's screen.  "There." the henna haired administrator said with 
satisfaction, pointing a finger at the activity on the screen.  "She's 
accessing the list now." 

"Can she change around the matches?" asked the slender young fighter as 
her strong hands idly rubbed Ms. Erika's strong neck and shoulders.  "I 
don't think so." the older warrior replied while tapping at her keyboard 
with both forefingers, ordering her new security program to trace the 
intruder back to her terminal.  "No ones messed with the random match 
generator since I changed the codes." 

"You're such a clever bitch." Nadja said fondly, leaning down to brush 
her sultry red lips across the back of the red headed warrior's thick 
neck.  "Ha!  She's at a terminal in the accounting section."  Ms. Erika 
exclaimed, absorbed in her work.  "But there's no network name.  How the 
fuck did she do that?" 

Nadja knelt down and propped her chin on her lover's shoulder, her 
beautiful oval face next to the seated administrator's harsher visage as 
they watched the screen together.  "You'll get her." she assured her 
frustrated companion.  "I'd better." shrugged Ms. Erika, switching back 
to the next month's list of paired fighters.  "Nope." she said, 
beginning to scroll down the list which the phantom intruder had just 
downloaded.  "No changes, I'm sure she can only access the list, not 
alter it.  Anyway, it's due out this morning, it'd take too long to make 
a change now." 

"Then it's someone else." reasoned her young lover, turning her 
attention to Ms. Erika's neck and ear.  "Ahhhh..." the mature woman 
sighed in pleasure as Nadja ran her tounge along the curves of her inner 
ear.  "Not now, lover, I've got to do this."  "Poor Erika, so much 
work." Nadja whispered, her hands circling around to cup the seated 
woman's full breasts through her uniform's red shirt.  Feeling her 
lover's nipples stiffen through the cloth, she marvelled again how firm 
Ms. Erika's tits were, and at her age! 

Reclining in her chair, the red haired administrator gave herself up to 
the dusky young beauty's ministrations, watching the screen though half 
lidded eyes.  Turning her head, she deeply kissed Nadja's inviting lips, 
their tounges fencing inside their locked mouths.  Finally, Ms. Erika 
broke the kiss and turned back to the list, one hand idly brushing her 
warm thighs as her companion resumed kissing her neck and carressing her 
now fully erect breasts. 

Reading the last match on the list, the arena official's moan of 
pleasure turned into a gasp, her eye's instantly wide as she sat bolt 
upright in her chair.  "That's not possible!" she exclaimed in shock, 
reading the name over and over again.  "What?  What's the matter?" Nadja 
said, looking at the glowing screen and trying to divine what had upset 
her lover. 

"That CAN'T be her." the alarmed woman said, ignoring Nadja's question.  
"She wouldn't DARE come back here!"  Finger's flying to the keyboard, 
Ms. Erika quickly accessed the section containing the arena 
participant's profiles. 

Nadja watched as data flowed down the computer's screen, detailing a 
particular fighter's statistics; name, height, weight, win/loss record, 
training, and so on.  "Who's this woman? she asked.  "Do you know her?"  
"I didn't enter this record." Ms. Erika whispered to herself.  Then, 
banging her fists on the keyboard, she jumped half out of her chair and 
yelled at the screen, beside herself with anger.  "Fuck!" she swore at 
the screen.  "Fucking slut! Fuck Fuck FUCK!" 

"Calm down!" Nadja said soothingly, stroking the trembling woman's head 
as she glared at the screen.  "Calm down now, love.  That's it, just 
calm down and tell your Nadja what's wrong."  "Oh I know that bitch!" 
the angry woman ground out, sitting back down.  "I'd know that 
murdering, whoring, worthless little shit anywhere!"  "But what did she 
do, love?  Nadja asked her distraught companion.  "Why do you hate her 
so much?"  "That cunt fucked over my fucking LIFE!  And she's fighting 
in the arena right now!" -----------------------

The two purple clad women fenced on the mat, the older warrior clearly 
on the defensive as her youthfull sparring partner's practice sword 
whirred before her.Diana's arm throbbed with fatigue as she parried the 
young woman's slashing wooden sword with a sharp clack.  "I'm getting 
too old for this sort of thing." she thought ruefully, feinting low at 
her neice's long, shapely legs, then reversing her swing to drive a 
thrust at her stomach. 

The newly ransomed young warrior skipped nimbly back from her aunt's 
thrust and paused before renewing her offensive, "Why don't you let me 
challange the old sow?" she asked the heavily perspiring matriarch.  "Or 
even better, her bitch-lover, Nadja." 

"Don't be stupid, Sandra."  Diana said, letting her sword sag a little, 
"I didn't pay Lenora all that money for you girls to lose you again."  
The proud young fighter straightened a bit at her aunt's rebuke. 
"Besides, arena officials aren't allowed to fight, so you can't 
challenge her anyway, and I doubt Erika would be too broken up just over 
the loss of a little piece of ass."  Diana continued.  "I'd love to own 
her." her niece said, "I caught her watching me once when I was 
practicing in the auditorium.  I think she's... interested." 

A sudden slash from Diana's sword broke the young woman's reverie as she 
dodged the swing.  "Never mind about that, my girl." her aunt said, 
parrying Sandra's riposete, "I've already dealt with the first 
administrator."  The young blonde fighter beat back three overhand 
swings from her opponent, replying with a viscious cross cut that made 
the older woman jerk back. "Has it got to do with the woman you hired?" 
she said slyly, smiling at the suprised look on Diana's face. 

"Mind your own business, girl."  the matriarch said, rallying.  "One way 
or another, it'll be over in a few days."  Stepping forward, she feinted 
twice at her neice's head, then swept blocking sword aside, grazing the 
wooden tip of her own sword diagonally across Sandra's flat belly on the 
return swing.  "And watch your left quarter!  Your not going back until 
you learn that, at least." ------------------

A thrill of anticipation ran through the massively muscled warrior as 
she entered the familiar door of the arena. 

The glare of the room's harsh lights overhead lent an extra shine to the 
tall, powerfully muscled warrior's lusterous red hair.  Gleeming bronze 
skin stretched tautly over Inez' well developed physique as she waited 
for her next slave to enter the arena.  The 6'4" fighter's deep green 
eyes hardened on her round face as the door across from her failed to 
open.  One foot began tapping the floor impatiently as Inez crossed her 
arms under the lush swells of her dark nippled breasts and drummed the 
unusually long fingers of one hand on her elbow.  "C'mon." her husky 
voice rapped out into the empty room.  "Let's start the show." 

As if in response to her command, the door opposite the tall amazon 
silently swing open and her opponent stepped into the room. 

The two women carefully evaluated each other across the intervening 
space of the arena.  Though being on the uphill side of forty herself, 
Inez figured the dark haired woman was easily ten years older.  Renata's 
shoulder length black hair was shot through with strands of grey, 
framing the deeply sun-browned skin of her care-worn face.  Muddy brown 
eyes gazed impassively at Inez from deep eye sockets beneath Renata's 
low forehead, and a hawkish nose perching above a wide, thin lipped 
mouth lent her face an aggressive air.  A scar adorning both flat cheeks 
of her angular face enhanced her war-like visage. 

"Looks like a tough old bird."  Inez thought, noticing that plenty of 
corded muscle lurked beneath her foe's smooth brown skin.  "Well 
preserved though, should make a good slave if I don't have to kill her." 

As Inez strode to the center of the room, her opponent stayed standing 
before her door, one hand planted on a slender, cocked hip.  A sigh 
escaped Renata's lips, slightly moving the twin brown slopes of her full 
breasts which betrayed just a hint of sag.  "Damn, she's a big girl."  
the experienced warrior thought, noting the red headed woman was almost 
a full head taller than her own tall 5'11" frame.  "Nice dye job." 
Renata said, her long brown legs strutting toward her opponent. 

"All natural, grandma."  Inez replied with a shake of her head that sent 
shimmering ripples down the length of her rich red hair, ending about 
the middle of her wide, muscular torso.  "Why don't you come get some." 
she challanged, bringing her large fists up in a boxing position.  "My 
pleasure."  her adversary murmured. 

Inez jabbed experimentally at her circling foe's face, noting that the 
older woman dodged more than she blocked.  "Wonder if she's any good in 
bed." the tall warrior thought, admiring how the light sheen of sweat 
made her antagonists supple brown skin glow under the room's bright 
lights.  Feinting with a left cross, Inez suddenly leaned forward, 
sending her right fist speeding toward the shorter warrior's head. 

Ducking under the big woman's roundhouse, Renata stepped forward and 
sent a right uppercut crashing into her enemy's blocky chin.  She heard 
her opponents teeth click together, then saw the tall fighter blink and 
grin, apparently unaffected by her blow.  Renata backpeddled quickly, 
barely avioding a crushing clinch with the muscular amazon, then 
continued jabbing at the red haired woman's head as she circled and 
considered her next move. 

As another roundhouse punch whistled above her crouching head, Renata 
again lept forward, hammering three hard punches into the rippling 
washboard of her opponent's midriff.  Inez grunted, staggering back a 
step as her adversary's blows made the heavy golden globes of her 
breasts jump on her chest.  The older warrior quickly pivoted on one 
foot, driving a side kick into the tall fighter's belly and forcing her 
back another step, making her tit's shudder again.  As her foe glided 
forward and launched another side kick at her stomach, Inez swept one 
thickly muscled arm down, knocking the flashing brown leg aside and 
spinning her opponent around in a full circle. 

As Renata fought for balance, her tall antagonist stepped forward, 
driving a massive fist into her mouth.  The older amazon blocked a 
second punch that made her arm ache as she staggered back out of reach, 
keeping her fists up in front of her.  Grimacing at the pain, she spat a 
bloody tooth on the floor as the coppery taste of her own blood filled 
her mouth.  "Better cut the bitch down to size." she thought somewhat 
muzzily as the tall amazon advanced, shooting a combination punch at her 
already swelling mouth. 

Inez' grin turned into a grimace as her opponent dropped backwards on 
her hands and kicked the golden-skinned warrior hard in both shins.  
Yelping at the sudden pain, Inez jumped back, the older fighter flipping 
back to her feet and advancing to hammer a second and third kick into 
her aching right shin.  The tall fighter yelped again, flailing at her 
attacker as she stumbled back. 

Switching tactics, Renata followed her opponent across the room as she 
staggered back, slamming her fists again and again into the retreating 
fighter's rock hard stomach and ducking the occassional wild swing.  
"Got to get through to this big bitch." she thought, her hands beginning 
to sting from the pummeling she was delivering.  As they neared a wall, 
Renata clasped her hands together and sent a punishing haymaker thuding 
low into the red head's abdomen. 

Inez gasped breathlessly as her body rebounded from the wall.  Using the 
momentum, she flung herself at the dark haired warrior, arms 
outstreached.  Her foe's left fist bounced off her cheek as their bodies 
collided, sending them both stumbling away from the wall.  The older 
woman struggled and twisted her sweat slick body as she fought to avoid 
being enveloped in Inez's muscular arms. 

Renata had almost fought free of the big amazons embrace when she felt 
her adversary's strong hands slap to her broad shoulders and spin her 
around.  Before she could regain her ballance, the tall fighter's arms 
slipped under her own and jerked up, trapping her in a full nelson.  
Renata's shoulders and neck blazed with pain as her red headed foe bent 
her body inexorably forward, applying as much pressure as she could 
bring to bear. 

Her hands clasped behind the struggling woman's greying, black haired 
head, Inez smiled as she bent the smaller warrior forward and leaned 
into her full nelson.  Her smile widened as her foe's taut, firm ass 
rubbed against her crotch and she bent the woman even furthur forward, 
enjoying the sensation. 

Writhing under the pressure of the golden skinned warrior's crushing 
hold, Renata desperately thrust a foot back, her neck and broad 
shoulders afire with agony.  After several tries, her heel finally 
stamped down on her opponent's foot, eliciting a shriek from the big 
amazon as she straightened erect, dragging the groaning black haired 
fighter with her.  Renata gasped with relief as the pressure lessened on 
her upper body, then again in suprise as her red headed enemy heaved her 
off her feet. 

Sweat dripped from Inez' bulging arms as she strained to hold the older 
woman off her feet.  The tall amazon smiled as she forced her brown 
skinned opponent's head forward and heard her groan at the renewed 
pressure.  Inez' heavy, aroused golden breasts pressed flat against her 
struggling foe's heavily sweating back, their large brown nipples 
achingly stiff from the pressure.  "Ooooo, that's it, you old whore, do 
that somemore." Inez taunted, her adversary's body wriggling and 
slapping wetly against her own arched frame.  Suddenly, her trapped foe 
stopped writhing and straightened her arms, slipping neatly out of Inez' 
full nelson. 

The older amazon slid from her suprised captor's painful hold and 
crouched at her feet.  Renata's sobbed with relief as she quickly spun 
on her heels and brought one forarm up between her tall enemy's widely 
braced legs with as much force as she could muster from her pain-wracked 
muscles.  With a sharp shriek, the red haired warrior stumbled back, 
clutching her crotch in both large hands as her back again hit the wall. 

Ine'z sweating face twisted in pain as she leaned against the wall, 
cupping her pussy between her shaking legs.  "I'm going to CRIPPLE that 
old bitch!" she thought, glaring at the dark haired warrior panting in a 
crouch a few feet before her.  Letting out a shout of rage, the golden 
skinned amazon pushed her aching body away from the wall, aiming a kick 
at her foe's heaving chest. 

Renata crossed her arms, blocking the furious woman's jarring kick with 
her forarms.    Gripping the tall woman's foot crossways, she threw her 
weight back, yanking her adversary off her feet.  While the red headed 
warrior fell heavily on her side, Renata lept up and shot a foot into 
the prone woman's chest, pushing her enemy onto her back.  Jumping 
straight up, the older warrior landed with her knees crashing into the 
tall amazon's stomach. 

Inez sat up, grunting loudly as her foe's knees crushed her belly.  One 
muscluar arm shot up behind the kneeling woman, grabbed a fistfull of 
greying, sweat slick hair and jerked violently, sending the brown 
skinned fighter tumbling to the floor.  With a broad grin splitting her 
face, Inez quickly swarmed over the stunned woman's body, reaching for 
her throat. 

"Damn!" Renata thought amazedly, her head aching from the bounce it took 
from her backwards fall as her opponent's slick body pressed her heavily 
against the floor.  "What's it going to take to stop her."  Feeling the 
tall fighter's strong hands wrap around her throat, Renata stiffend her 
own hands and sent them thumping into her foe's kidneys.  A second sharp 
double blow made the red headed woman shriek and sit bolt upright to 
straddle the sun browned warrior's body. 

Inez' hands wrapped completely around the corded muscle of her foe's 
forarms as blinding pain flaired from her kidneys.  Her long red hair 
flew about her head as the tall amazon was jerked back and forth, 
hanging on determinedly to her struggling antagonist's arms.  Inez' 
powerful thighs squeeze her foe's waist, making her groan at the 
pressure.  Finally, pulling the golden skined fighter forward, the older 
warrior brought her head up to slam forcefully into Inez' square chin. 

Renata felt the pressure on her waist and forearm's lessen as the red 
headed woman reeled back from her headbut.  Ripping her arms free of her 
opponent's crushing grip, the dark haired warrior sat up and wrapped her 
own strong arms around the stunned woman's torso.  Her face buried in 
the deep cleft of her foe's heaving breasts, Renata threw her weight to 
the side, rolling over atop the dazed fighter's body. 

Wrapping her arms reflexively around her attacker's nut-brown body, the 
tall warrior's eyes glazed over as the back of her head slammed hard 
into the floor.  Inez' heavily muscled legs squeezed her antagonist's 
waist as she fought to keep the smaller woman immobilized while trying 
to clear her head.  A sharp pain from her left breast brought her dazed 
head swaying up to see the dark haired woman biting down savagely on the 
soft flesh on one firm, golden-skinned mammary, just above it's stiff 
brown nipple.  With a short screech, Inez' hands flew to either side of 
her tormentor's head and tried desperately to pull it from her breast. 

Blood flowing around her mouth from her deep bite on the younger 
fighter's tit, Renata barely noticed the crushing pressure of her 
opponent's hands fighting to yank her head away.  New strength flowed 
into the strained muscles of her arms as the taste of her foe's blood 
tingled on her bruised, swollen lips.  Struggling to her knees, Renata 
released her bite and allowed her head to be pushed away from the tall 
woman's wounded bosom.  Then, flinging her arms up, she brought her 
fists crashing down again on her foe's already bruised kidneys. 

Clutching her blood smeared breast, Inez let out a deep throated scream 
as the kneeling warrior pounded her throbbing kidneys.  Bright pin-
points of light flared before her eyes as the red haired fighter's body 
spasmed in agony.  The brown skinned warrior continued beating her fists 
into Inez' sides as the weakly writhing red head's once strong legs fell 
from her waist.  Through a haze of mind-numbing pain, Inez struggled to 
gasp out the words she thought she'd never say again.  "Stop..." she 
begged "Submit...please, m-mistress.  Submit..." 

Renata stood up as her opponent pleaded for mercy.  Her bruised, blood 
smeared face shone with elation at having beaten the tall, muscular 
warrior into whimpering submission.  As she glowered insanely down into 
tear filled eyes of her vanquished foe, her face suddenly became dead 
calm.  The triumph in her eyes vanishing as if it had never been there, 
replaced by their former opaque stare.  "Not just yet." she said softly. 

Kneeling one one leg at the younger warrior's side, Renata raised one 
long golden leg and propped the calf on her arched thigh.  Then, as 
Inez's pain filled eye's widened in horror, the dark haired amazon 
calmly brought her elbow crashing down hard onto the prone woman's 
kneecap.  A crack like a small caliber gunshot echoed through the room 
as tall woman's kneecap shattered and she fainted from the pain.  
"Good."  Renata murmured to herself as she pushed the limp woman's 
broken leg away.  "But not good enough." 

Stonily watching the monitor, First Administrator Erika saw her old 
enemy break her unconscious opponent's other leg.  "I knew you'd be back 
someday, you murdering slut." she thought hatefully as Renata strode 
almost casually from the arena.  An intense look of loathing mixed with 
disgust flashed across her face before Ms. Erika wrestled her emotions 
under control and reasserted her normally impasive expression. 

The arena official jabbed a thumb down hard on the green button of the 
console next to the monitor, summoning a medical team.  Turning to 
supervise the removal of the needlessly maimed warrior to the arena's 
hospital, Ms. Erika grimly planned her revenge.