Episode XII - Lana 
By Motif88


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and very adult situations.  In addition, one of the characters meets 
with a particularly gruesome death. Consequently, this story should 
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Episode XII - Lana 

"They're certainly unusual conditions." frowned First Administrator 
Mikaela, leaning back in her chair.  

Opposite her Lana sat stiffly, a stoic look on her face as she gazed at 
the tall official.  "Not so unusual, Mikaela." she replied.  "It's been 
done before."  Though Lana was not as close to the new first 
administrator as she had been to her predecessor, they had known each 
other long enough to dispense with the formal 'Ms.' 

Pausing thoughtfully, Mikaela said, "True, but it's not often a mother 
and daughter fight in the same match.  The computer usually screens for 
that when it generates matches randomly." 

"I suppose so." the slender woman said.  "But this is a formal 
challenge, and it's the only conditions she'll agree to." 

"Why don't I talk to her."  Mikaela offered.  "Maybe I can work out an 
alternative." 

Lana sighed and leaned forward in her chair.  "I've tried, she won't 
bargain." she said flatly.  "It's this or nothing." 

"I see."  Mikaela said, getting up from her chair and walking around the 
desk to stand before the seated warrior.  "I'm sorry, Lana." she said, 
her voice softening a bit.  "This may be legal, but it's not right." 

"Still, it's a fairly even chance."  Lana replied.  "And I can't just 
stand by and watch Alana be treated like that." 

"Why did Nga trade her, anyway?"  the new official asked.  "I thought 
she was going to let Alana fight again." 

"The little bitch had Nga's sister."  Lana said ruefully.  "She didn't 
give Nga a choice." 

"And now she's not giving you a choice."  Mikaela sympathized, placing a 
comforting hand on Lana's shoulder. 

"I know."  the dark haired woman said.  "But it's a better deal than 
Erika got." 

"She was the best mistress we ever had."  Mikaela said bitterly.  "And 
now she's busting rocks up at Sparnamoor Prison." 

"I know."  Lana said again, patting her friend's hand while she 
remembered the brief time the two of them had spent as Erika's slaves, 
so long ago.  "She was a good trainer, and a better friend." 

"Isn't there anything I can do for you, Lana?"  Mikaela asked. 

With a resigned look on her face, Lana stood up.  "No, just draw up the 
papers." she said.  "I'll take care of the rest." 

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Lana hugged her daughter tightly and fought back the distracting tears 
that threatened to well from her dark blue eyes.  After a speechless 
moment, the smaller warrior took a half step back, still holding the 
young blonde woman's shoulders as she examined her daughter.  "Who did 
that to you?" she demanded, nodding down at a row of purple bruised 
striping both of Alana's shapely thighs. "My bitch of a mistress."  
Alana replied vehemently, remembering how the beautiful red head had 
strapped her down to a narrow slave's cot and beaten her with a thin 
steel rod.  "I can't wait to get my hands on her."  she said. "No." her 
mother said sternly, gazing directly into her daughters hate filled eyes 
and giving her shoulders a shake for emphasis.  "Listen to me." Lana 
said urgently, "Just keep her busy while I deal with her friend.  If you 
have to, I think your stronger so try to get her to wrestle, but don't 
box with the cunt!  I'll help you as soon as I can.  Then we can go 
home." Alana nodded at the more experienced warrior's advice, wisely 
heeding her mother for the first time since she'd been a child.  "I'm so 
sorry, mother." she said with a slight quiver in her voice.  "I didn't 
mean for this to happen." Lana felt a lump rising in her own throat as 
she stared up at her daughter's pretty, apologetic face.  Forcing a 
smile she said with mock severity, "Never mind 'sorry', young lady.  
We'll talk about that when we get home." "Yes, mother." Alana replied, 
smiling back at her. 

A soft click at the other end of the room interrupted their reunion and 
both women turned to watch their opponents enter. Alana's light blue 
eyes darkened as she saw the tall, leggy dark haired woman stride 
confidently through the door and take up a position directly opposite 
her.  Kim's lustrous, black hair undulated down her back and over her 
shoulders, partially obscuring her high, thrusting golden-brown breasts.  
Staring coolly at the seething young blonde across from her, Alana's 
former mistress asked contemptuously, "Ready for your next lesson, 
slave?" The tan young fighter's fists clenched as she glared hatred at 
her former mistress, remembering how, after she'd beat her, Kim had 
grinningly ushered in a pair of male slaves.  Alana's face burned, 
recalling the profound humiliation of the two filthy males pawing and 
groping her still proud, carefully sculpted body as she lay tied to the 
bed. Lana watched her daughter's face turn red with speechless fury, 
every muscle  in her tall frame tensing as she prepared to recklessly 
throw herself at the smirking warrior.  Quickly the smaller woman 
grabbed her daughter's wrist and squeezed, making Alana's shoulder 
length blonde hair fly about her head as it snapped around to look at 
her mother. "Don't let her make you angry!" Lana said in a low, tight 
voice. "If she does, you've already lost." With a visible shudder, Alana 
relaxed her tense body, forcing herself to push away the rage she felt 
boiling inside her.  As she organized her visage into a look of 
indifference, Lana let go of her wrist and both fighters again turned to 
watch the second of their opponent's enter the arena. 

Lana's eyes widened as she watched the muscular, bronze skinned warrior 
walk through the door.  The woman standing opposite Lana was taller than 
her companion and much more heavily built with shoulder length red hair.  
Her shining bronze skin was a few shades lighter than Kim's and gleamed 
as if lightly oiled, stretching tautly over her massively muscled frame. 
"Hello, Inez." Lana said forcing a casual tone into her voice.  
"Surprised to see you up and around so soon." "Hi Lana." the tall woman 
replied with a shrug of her broad shoulders that barely disturbed the 
firm golden globes of her heavy, dark nippled breasts.  "Amazing what a 
few months of surgery and therapy can do these days." she commented. 
"Yeah." Lana agreed, eyeing the surgical scars on both of the tall 
woman's muscular legs.  "So, I don't suppose you'd care to tell me who's 
footing the bill for all this?" she inquired. "That would be telling." 
Inez replied, a smile appearing over her square jaw. "No friends of 
yours, mom." Kim put in sarcastically, a vicious smile playing over her 
own pretty face as she turned her attention to Alana, "I'm going to love 
having a mother and daughter for slaves." she purred,  "Just think of 
the possibilities!" "Shut up, girl." Lana said dismissively, before 
Alana could reply, and kept her attention on the big warrior before her.  
"Didn't know you were for sale, Inez." she said. ""I'm not." the big red 
haired bruiser stated flatly, "Just for rent, sometimes." "Sure." Lana 
replied softly, "Well, we've all been there at one time or another."  
she sighed, walking toward the center of the room. A beat behind her, 
the other three warriors also advanced until they stood in a rough 
square, only a few tense feet separating each woman.  Lana stood a 
little further forward than her daughter, perhaps a foot closer to their 
foes. "Come over here, slave." Kim taunted, raising her fists toward 
Alana and balancing herself on the balls of her feet. "Your mistress 
wants to teach you something." Alana smiled tightly, keeping her own 
hands at waist level and forming them into stiff tiger claws.  "Whatever 
you say, mistress." she said, taking a step forward and flashing a side 
kick at the smooth flat plain of her former mistress' stomach. 

As Kim backed away from her daughter's assault, Lana began to slowly 
retreat before her larger opponent, occasionally dodging a heavy punch 
or kick from the tall red head.  As soon as she judged that a 
respectable distance separated her and her foe from Kim and Alana, Lana  
stood her ground. Smiling as her slender opponent stopped retreating, 
Inez feinted a right jab at the older woman's chest, then faked low left 
hook at her belly, hoping to draw her guard down.  Seeing her opponent's 
arms lower to block her double feint, Inez quickly spun on one foot, 
launching a punishing side kick at the dark haired fighter's head. Lana 
ducked under her foe's expected kick and skipped forward, hammering a 
flurry of combination punches into the big woman's slab-like stomach.  
Her foe grunted and staggered back off balance from the older warrior's 
assault, surprised but apparently unharmed.  Without pause, Lana lept 
toward her foe and sent a strong, well aimed jump kick slamming full 
into the big warrior's angular face.  As her opponent reeled back, 
clutching at her bleeding face, Lana spared a glance toward the spot 
where her daughter fought with her hated former mistress. 

Retreating before the lithe, dark haired amazon, Alana blocked and 
dodged a barrage of lightning blows from her furious opponent.  The 
young fighter had smiled with satisfaction when her initial attack had 
sent the taller woman into a stumbling retreat, clutching her bruised 
belly as she dodged the blonde warrior's flashing kicks.  Unfortunately, 
her ex-mistress quickly recovered her balance and, having slipped past a 
strong side kick aimed at her heaving chest, managed to land a solid 
uppercut on Alana chin.  Now, it was the ex-slave's turn to retreat 
before her former owner's assault, her head ringing from the punch as 
she backed away. "Goddess, she fast!" Alana thought, wincing as a left 
hook bounced off her blocking right biceps.  Realizing that it would be 
a potentially fatal mistake to let the taller warrior back her into a 
corner, Alana stood her ground and counter punched with her foe.  
Raising her arms to block a left hook aimed at her head, the blonde 
fighter suddenly gasped as her adversary sent a quick right jab thudding 
wetly into her sweat drenched, concave belly. A confident grin appeared 
on the dark haired fighter's face, seeing her younger opponent drop to 
her knees and clutch at her belly.  "Stupid little slave." she thought, 
clasping her hands together and preparing to slam a haymaker into the 
side of the kneeling woman's head.  Swinging her doubled fists up, Kim 
let out a short shriek as she saw her antagonist's hands dart to her 
beautifully sculpted legs and grasp them behind each knee.  Too late, 
the taller woman tried to knock her foe's arms away as the blonde amazon 
jerked her legs back, sending her crashing backwards to the floor. Alana 
quickly swarmed over her fallen opponent, slipping her own legs around 
the dark haired woman's own sleekly muscled legs, her hands speeding up 
to grasp her foe's wrists and force them to the floor.  Jerking her head 
up, the young warrior viciously slammed her forehead into her struggling 
ex-mistress' face, stunning her further as she pinned her to the floor.  
Satisfied she had things well under control, Alana quickly cast her gaze 
around, looking for her mother and Inez. 

Jumping forward, Lana slammed the heel of one hand into her tall 
opponent's forehead, making the muscular woman stumble back a step.  
Having seen her blows bounce off the big fighter's body with little 
effect, Lana decided to concentrate on battering the red haired 
warrior's head if she was going to defeat her larger adversary. Inez' 
skull ached from the smaller woman's blows, blood trickled down from her 
split lower lip as she blocked punch after lightning punch aimed at her 
face.  Shoulder length red hair flew about her broad shoulders as the 
bronze skinned warrior shook her head and backed away from her smaller 
attacker.  Finally, Inez recovered enough balance to firmly plant her 
feet and start counter punching with her advancing foe.  Taking a right 
cross on the rock hard muscles of her left forearm, Inez leaned forward 
and sent a massive right fist swooshing down to glance off the side of 
her dark haired opponent's head. "Damn." Lana thought, stepping back 
from her muscular opponent and trying to clear her ringing head.  "Time 
to try something else."  Keeping her guard up, the slender fighter 
retreated from the now advancing red head, dodging the taller woman's 
punches as she backed up.  Repeatedly, Lana managed to slip inside the 
big amazon's reach and thump a couple quick jabs into her foe's broad, 
sweat soaked chest or into the shining bronze flesh of her heavy, 
impossibly firm breasts, but the solidly built warrior seemed undeterred 
by her smaller adversary's blows and continued her advance.  Skipping 
back after one such assault, Lana was forced to quickly block a heavy 
roundhouse punch with her right arm.  The dark haired warrior grimaced 
as jolt of pain flashed up and down her arm from her antagonist's 
numbing blow. Inez grinned at seeing a flash of pain cross the shorter 
fighter's face.  River's of sweat now flowed down her foe's trim, 
smoothly muscled body, small well rounded breasts heaving deeply on her 
chest as she retreated before the taller warrior's assault. The thickly 
muscled warrior knew it was only a matter of time before her antagonist 
would tire enough for her to overpower the smaller woman.  The red 
headed fighter's smile widened as she landed a glancing blow on her 
flagging antagonist's shoulder, making her grimace deepen.  Forcing the 
dark haired fighter to retreat closer to one wall of the room, Inez kept 
up her barrage of punches and waited for her foe's expected attack on 
her legs, knowing from painful experience that her adversary was 
probably saving that option as a last ditch tactic. 

Her sight blurred from the force of her opponent's headbutt, Kim 
struggled weakly beneath the blonde fighter's predatorily muscled body.  
Even half conscious, the gorgeous red head felt her own body grow 
aroused as her former slave's well sculpted form lay heavily atop her, 
fighting to keep her pinned to the floor.  A warm glow began to pulse 
through Kim's belly and crotch as they pressed wetly against her foe's 
own attractively built body, while her smoothly conical, dark-brown 
nipples rose achingly from her tautly stretched breasts as they scraped 
repeatedly against the youthfully smooth, tan skin of her attacker's 
equally full bosom.  Suppressing a moan of desire, Kim struggled to 
focus on the task of escaping from under her young adversary's sweetly 
crushing body. Keeping her ex-mistress firmly pinned to the floor, Alana 
craned her head to where her mother steadily backed away from the big, 
red headed amazon.  The blonde warrior winced in sympathy, seeing Inez' 
big fist slip past the smaller fighter's guard to land a glancing blow 
on Lana's left shoulder.  "Go for her legs!" Alana thought, watching 
with growing alarm as her mother was slowly herded toward one wall of 
the arena. As the ringing in her head gradually subsided to a dull ache, 
Kim saw her younger opponent watching her mother battling the tall 
warrior.  Unable to break the grapevine hold on her legs, the red haired 
fighter slowly moved one pinned fist along the floor towards her head.  
With a last glance at her distracted adversary, Kim quickly darted her 
head to one side and clamped her teeth down hard on the forefinger of 
blonde fighter's restraining hand. Alana yelped and jerked her hand back 
reflexively, her head snapping around just in time to meet her foe's 
fist speeding up to crash into her cheek. Wrenching her right arm from 
the stunned fighter's grasp, Kim reached up to grab a length of blonde 
hair and yank her ex-slave's head down to one side.  Twisting and 
bucking violently, the dark haired fighter managed to roll their bodies 
over on the floor and slam a second punch into her adversary's chin.  
Now atop her , Kim grinned maliciously and straddled her foe's waist, 
leaning over to wrap both hands around the blonde warrior's throat.  Her 
head reeling from the blows, Alana stared hatefully up at her former 
mistress and clawed at the strangling hands around her neck.  The dark 
haired woman pulled her head up by the neck and Alana quickly shoved her 
arms back, propping herself up to prevent her attacker from slamming her 
head on the floor.  The pressure on the young woman's throat increased 
as her opponent raised her own body up on all fours and leaned down, 
trying to push Alana back to the floor.  Finally, her body trembling 
from the pressure and lack of air, Alana let her foe push her to the 
floor and simultaneously brought her knees up sharply to slam into her 
ex-mistress's tautly rounded buttocks.  The dark haired fighter yelped, 
losing her grip and Alana's chest heaved gratefully, drawing in huge 
gasp of air as her foe's body fell forward.  Her face now pressed 
against the ridges of muscle surrounding the flat plain of her foe's 
stomach, the blonde warrior wrapped her arms around the taller fighter's 
waist and rolled their bodies over again. 

Across the room from her daughter, Lana's body ached as the big amazon 
wore her down with a steady rain of punches.  At last deciding on a 
strategy, the experienced warrior suddenly dropped backwards to the 
floor, her feet pistoning up in a double kick.  The bronze skinned 
fighter alertly brought her thickly muscled arms down in a low block, 
having expected the slender woman to try for her legs;  but Lana's feet 
shot past her adversary's arms to land with a solid thump beneath the 
red head's square jaw. Inez' head snapped up sharply and she staggered 
backwards from the force of her antagonist's kick.  Red pain blotting 
out her senses, the burly amazon somehow managed to stay on her feet and 
came to a tottering halt several yards from where her foe now stood.  
Bringing her hands up to her head Inez yanked forward, an audible creak 
coming from her thick neck.  The big woman's eyes were tightly shut 
against the pain, her body trembling as she clutched her pain-wracked 
skull. Climbing slowly to her feet, Lana stared incredulously at the 
muscular woman.  "How the hell are you supposed knock her down?" she 
asked herself.  Glancing across the room, the dark haired fighter saw 
her daughter climbing over her opponent's body, swearing steadily as she 
slammed a knee into the prone woman's crotch.  "Good girl." Lana 
murmured to herself, turning her attention back to the red haired amazon 
still standing before her.  Pushing her fatigued body into a run, Lana 
let out a piercing war-cry and launched a flying kick at her tall 
antagonist, aiming a foot directly at the wide cleft between the bruised 
slopes of the muscular amazon's heavy golden-brown breasts. Finally 
managing to open one eye, Inez saw the blurred form of her opponent 
charge toward her and leap into the air, one leg extended stiffly out, 
aimed at her chest.  Although the agony rocketing through her head drove 
the red haired woman beyond any semblance of coherent thought, Inez's 
well trained reflexes allowed her to sag to her knees.  As the slender 
warrior sailed overhead Inez flailed one arm up, her fist glancing off 
her attacker's extended leg to send her body in an awkward arc back down 
to the floor. The dark haired fighter's head banged against the floor 
while her body slammed down and tumbled to a halt beyond her kneeling 
opponent.  Laying on her belly, Lana levered her upper body up on her 
forearms and shook her aching head.  "This bitch isn't human!" she 
thought muzzily, trying to bring her stunned body under enough control 
to climb to her knees. Inez sat back heavily on her thighs and willed 
herself to breath normally while the red agony in her head receded to a 
dully glowing ache.  Slowly, she turned her body around, careful not to 
move her throbbing neck and gazed darkly at her slender foe, kneeling on 
all fours with her back to the furious red haired warrior.  "Cunt!" she 
spat, crawling on all fours toward her foe, sweat streaming down from 
her gleaming, golden skinned body.  Nearing her dark haired antagonist, 
Inez roared and lept like an enraged lion, her heavy body slamming fully 
into her opponent's back and driving her forcefully down to the floor. 

Alana knelt on her writhing ex-mistress' stomach and kept her wrists 
firmly pinned to the floor.  "Slut!" she ground out, slamming her 
forehead down onto the bridge of the beautiful dark haired fighter's 
nose, which broke with a satisfying crunch.  "I'll teach you a lesson!" 
Alana spat, darting her head down to clamp her teeth on one side of her 
gasping opponent's neck. Blood gushing down her face from her broken 
nose, Kim's shapely body bucked wildly as her blonde adversary bit into 
her neck.  Thrashing her head from side to side, the dark haired woman 
screamed hoarsely in panic, feeling blood begin to trickle down her 
neck.  At last, her foe jerked her head up and Kim stared in terror at 
the savagely grinning young fighter leering down at her, blood dripping 
from her lips. A short gasping shriek from across the room brought 
Alana's head snapping up to see her mother's bronze skinned opponent 
lean backwards, forcing Lana's upper body up off the floor. The muscular 
amazon sat on the small of the prone warrior's back, one muscular arm 
wrapped around Lana's throat while the red head's other hand held a 
fistful of black hair.  The young fighter's blood smeared face quickly 
changed, now mirroring the terror on her ex-mistress'.  "NOOOOOO!" Alana 
howled, scrambling off her opponent and rushing toward the spot where 
the tall warrior was trying to strangle her mother. 

Dark spots danced and flashed before Lana's eyes as she uselessly tried 
to pull her adversary's thickly muscled forearm from her throat.  Still 
half stunned from her awkward fall, the slender, strangling warrior's 
face twisted in a mask of utter pain, her body bent in an agonizing 
backwards arc by her larger foe. Inez grinned fiercely, enjoying the 
dark haired woman's breathless screams as she choked her and mentally 
spent the money she'd collect for killing the old bitch.  The red haired 
woman's impressively built body ached from a multitude scrapes and 
bruises inflicted by the dark haired fighter, her neck and head still 
throbbing painfully from the hard kick she'd taken on her chin.  Hearing 
a wild scream from the other side of the room, a fresh bolt of pain shot 
through Inez' body as she jerked her head around. Alana's body slammed 
into the bronze skinned warrior's broad back, pitching them both forward 
atop her mother.  "LEAVE HER ALONE!" the raging young woman screeched, 
grabbing the red haired fighter's bruised chin in one hand and slapping 
her other hand on the side of the big woman's head.  Her face contorting 
with berserk fury, the blonde fighter's firmly muscled arms bulged as 
she violently jerked Inez' head around, snapping her thick neck with a 
grating crunch.  The big amazon spasmed, almost bucking Alana off; then 
her opponent's head slipped from her hands and Inez' heavy frame 
collapsed slowly, like a dynamited building, dead before she hit the 
floor. Sitting atop the body of her vanquished foe, Alana's youthfully 
ripe breasts heaved wildly on her sweat drenched chest while, for a long 
moment, she stared aghast at the warrior whose neck she'd just broken.  
Then, a horrible thought slowly penetrated the blonde fighter's rage 
befogged brain and she quickly scrambled off the dead woman, urgently 
pushing the corpse's upper body off the smaller, dark haired warrior 
laying face down on the floor below.  Alana felt the fury that had 
filled her with such blazing strength melt away, leaving her muscles 
feeling weak and rubbery as she gazed upon the ominously still form of 
her mother. "No." she said with despairing softness.  "Oh...please no." 

Kim groaned as she forced her bleeding, bruise covered body erect, every 
inch of golden-brown skin aching from her younger opponent's assault.  
Pulling away a long length raven colored hair plastered across her face, 
the tall fighter saw her former slave kneeling before the still half 
entangled bodies of the other two warriors and reach a tentative hand 
toward the smaller form of her mother.  "Damn." she thought ruefully, 
disappointed that she wouldn't have both women for slaves.  "Oh well." 
she thought, "At least I'll still have the daughter."  A cruel smile 
creasing her bloody, swollen lips, Kim silently stalked towards her 
blonde adversary's back. Fearfully searching for a pulse at her mother's 
neck, the distraught young fighter shrieked angrily as her opponent 
grabbed a length of slippery blonde hair and yanked her to her feet.  
Stumbling backwards off balance, her dark haired opponent slammed a knee 
into the small of Alana's back and she shrieked again, this time in 
pain. Kim dragged her ex-slave halfway across the room, stopping 
occasionally to thrust the knee of one gorgeously shaped leg jarringly 
into her foe's back.  "The lesson's not over yet, girl." the tall 
warrior taunted, kicking her foe's legs out from under her.  As her 
blonde opponent's back smacked onto the floor, Kim delivered a heavy 
kick directly into the pit of the exhausted young warrior's belly.  
While her gasping adversary rolled onto her right side and clutched her 
achingly bruised stomach, the taller fighter leaned over her.  "Submit, 
you little slut!" Kim demanded. Tears of agony leaked from Alana's 
tightly closed eyes as she shook her head back and forth emphatically in 
reply to her adversary's command.  The heel of one foot slammed into the 
young fighter's firm left breast and she flipped over onto her back with 
a sharp grunt.  Alana shrieked as her adversary yanked her right arm up 
by the wrist and placed a foot on her throat.  Weakly writhing beneath 
her ex-mistress' strangling foot, the exhausted blonde woman heard the 
dark haired warrior repeat her demand. 

Her mind slowly rising upward through the black void of unconsciousness 
that had claimed her, Lana groaned softly.  An angry cry of "Submit!" 
ringing in her ears, the slender warrior croaked a defiant "No!" as she 
forced herself awake.  Resisting the temptation to slip back down into 
the comforting pool of oblivion, Lana flopped her head over and pried 
open one eye. 

Alana stared up at her ex-mistress, fear and defiance warring for 
dominance on her pretty, blood smeared face.  Weakly, she clawed at the 
foot crushing her throat as bolts of agony shot down from the arm her 
opponent pulled and twisted above her.  Gradually, the young warrior 
felt herself weakening, her lungs seeming to scream inside her chest 
from the lack of air.  Continuously, Alana shook her head in response to 
her adversary's commands, determined to die before she let her former 
mistress own her again. 

"What in the nine worlds happened to you?" Lana thought, looking 
blearily at Inez' corpse lying across the lower half of her body.  
Slowly, painfully, she pushed the body of her bronze skinned foe off the 
lower half of her body and, summoning every ounce of will she had left, 
forced her protesting body to it's feet.  Dizziness swept over her pain-
fatigued mind as she stood, keeping her now fully opened eyes fixed on 
the tall, gorgeously sculpted form of the warrior standing over her 
daughter.  

Giving the arm she held another vicious wrench, Kim looked down 
haughtily at the body of her squirming opponent.  Determined to make the 
blonde beauty submit, the taller warrior eased her foot back a bit from 
her foe's neck, allowing the young woman small sip of air.  "Don't be 
stupid, girl." she said, sneering down confidently at her former slave.  
"I can still beat you unconscious, if you want learn your lesson the 
hard way." Her arm twisted to the breaking point, Alana shook her head 
in denial, even as a small moan of pain escaped from her lips.  The 
pressure of her opponent's foot increased, again cutting off her air and 
the room began to spin before the blonde fighter's eyes as her 
consciousness faded.  Then, just as she was hovering on the brink of 
passing out, Alana heard her ex-mistress shriek. Kim reeled away from 
her prone adversary, her head ringing from the fist that had come out of 
nowhere to thud into the side of her skull.  Another punch hammered into 
the tall woman's right side, making her gasp and double over from the 
pain blazing from her kidney.  Twisting her head around, Kim looked on 
in helpless shock as the smaller fighter stepped forward and slammed an 
elbow down on her vulnerable back, driving her to the floor. Lana 
reached down tiredly and twisted an arm behind the back of her tall 
adversary.  Dragging her daughter's ex-mistress to her feet, the smaller 
fighter pushed the groaning woman against a nearby wall and punched her 
again in her already bruised kidney.  Keeping her opponent's beautifully 
shaped body pinned against the wall, Lana turned her head to look at her 
daughter sitting up and massaging her bruised throat.  "Are you all 
right, Alana?" she croaked. "Not yet." the blonde fighter replied 
hoarsely, levering her fatigued young body to it's feet.  Stumbling to 
the place where her mother kept their remaining foe pinned, Alana 
grabbed the writhing woman's other arm and twisted it behind her back.  
Wrapping a long length of shining black hair in her free hand, Alana 
sharply pulled her former mistress' head back.  "Submit." the young 
warrior demanded into her opponent's pain-suffused face.  "Fuck you." 
Kim gasped. Releasing her handful of hair, the blonde woman punched her 
foe hard in the kidney and repeated her demand. "NO!" the tall fighter 
screamed, struggling weakly against the wall where the two warriors held 
her pinned. "Hear, dear, let me." Lana said, reaching around toward 
their opponent's face, one hand curved into a threatening claw. "No." 
Alana replied firmly.  "She has to submit to me." Her mother nodded and 
returned her hand to the arm she kept painfully levered behind the 
taller warrior's smoothly muscled back.  "Whatever you say, dear." she 
said. Alana's moved her free hand suddenly to her former mistress' 
armpit and jammed a thumb sharply into a nerve, making the pinned woman 
shriek and stand on her toes.  "Submit." the blonde fighter growled. 
"Nuh...Nnnooo!" Kim gasped, sweat mixed with dried blood streaming down 
her beautiful, bruised face. The young woman wrenched the arm she held 
higher and ground her thumb into the nerve, making Kim's luscious body 
writhe against the wall.  "Submit to me." Alana said. Kim's teeth ground 
together on her agonized face.  The pain too intense for speech, the 
tall warrior shook her head, making her long, glossy black mane fly 
about her trembling shoulders. Yanking her hand from the armpit, Alana 
reached down toward her foe's crotch and dug her fingers into the smooth 
golden-brown skin between the writhing woman's shapely upper thigh and 
pelvic bone. Kim shrieked soundlessly, the pain caused by her ex-slave's 
nerve hold rocketing through her shuddering frame.  The pinned woman's 
body bucked and spasmed in agony against the wall as her younger 
adversary leaned forward and jabbed her fingers strongly into the nerve.  
Drawing a deep, agonized breath, Kim threw her head back and let out an 
earsplitting shriek.  At last the pain subsided as her blonde foe 
released her hold and slapped her hand over the dark, silky fur covering 
Kim's vulva and said, "It can get worse, bitch." "NO!" Kim panted.  
"Nnno!  Wait!  I...I submit." she pleaded.  "Please, Alana!" Alana 
jerked her hand quickly away, letting her fingernails drag sharply over 
her former mistress' cunt.  As the tall fighter's body spasmed in 
anticipation of more pain, the blonde fighter grabbed the back of her 
foe's head and banged it against the wall. 

Lana let their opponent's body collapse to the floor, then turned to 
brace her back against the wall, every inch of her wiry body aching from 
her exertions.  The smaller warrior breathed heavily as she looked at 
her daughter standing triumphantly over Kim's groaning form.  "Now are 
you all right?" she croaked. Alana's head turned to look at her mother, 
her face becoming alarmed as she regarded the smaller woman's pale 
visage.  "Better." she said in a voice almost as hoarse as her mother's, 
stepping forward to support her arms. "Good." Lana said, letting the 
younger woman move one of her arms over her shoulders while she slipped 
her own arm about her slender waist. Slowly, the two women moved toward 
a door which had just opened to admit a pair of women in medical garb.  
"Mother?"  Alana asked. "Yes, dear?" "Do you still have those male 
slaves you used to keep?" Wincing at the pain from her bruised ribs as 
they walked, her mother nodded.  "Yeah, I think they're still around 
somewhere.  Why?" A small, tight smile flickered on the young woman's 
face.  "Just wondering." her daughter replied. 

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