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OK. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------- Episode XV - Mikaela Taking a sheaf of paper from the battered desk top, First Administrator Mikaela swiveled her chair around until she faced the large window behind her. The old high backed leather chair groaned loudly beneath the weight of her hard e majority of the arena's administrative personnel. A few off duty guards lounged in the shade of the multicolored trees, watching the morning procession of temple priestesses. Returning her attention to the pile of morning paperwork in her lap, Ms. Mikaela thumbed past a number of inconsequential reports, the sort that regularly either got passed on to a lower official with her initials or met an untimely end in the "circular file". Her mood improved slightly as she read the last document in the stack. Only three matches were scheduled for the day, so with any luck she'd have the rare pleasure of an hour's workout in the gymnasium before lunch. Glancing out at the scene below her window, Mikaela's hard-edged features softened as she spotted the petite form of second administrator Dalia strolling along behind the tail end of the procession. Since she was off duty, the blonde official wore a civilian outfit, a summer dress of robin's egg blue belted at the waist to show off her slim hips. Walking along amiably next to the frequent object of her daydreams walked a woman Mikaela immediately recognized, the darkly beautiful Nadja. Ms. Erika's former lover was considered something of a romantic figure within the arena community, especially by those like Ms. Mikaela, who'd been fond of the popular first administrator. In the months since Erika had been sentenced for the murder of her sister, Nadja had yet to publicly take another lover and, it was rumored, had privately vowed not to. An irrational feeling of jealousy tinged Ms. Mikaela's thoughts as she idly speculated about the two strolling women. Though she realized she had no claim on the young officer's affections, she couldn't help but feel envious of the lovely dark haired warrior walking beside her. As the figures of the two women dwindled into the distance, Mikaela sank deeper into her thoughts, trying to reconcile the unrequited feelings she had for Dalia with the respect she felt for Nadja. A chime sounded from a nearby monitor, signaling the start of the days combat. Slapping down the report frustratedly on the desk the tall veteran warrior stood and strode over to the monitor as it flare into life, revealing the familiar stark white room where the main business of the arena was about to begin. ------------------------------- The young woman lay naked on the wide bed, her perfectly smooth white skin a stark contrast against the black silk sheets below her. Thin strands of red silk cord stretched tautly from each bedpost to the loops encircling her wrists and ankles, holding her trim, petite body spread- eagled. Shining golden hair lay like a halo about her pretty, heart shaped face. Her eyes were closed above a small, pert nose and soft red lips; seemingly calm and unconcerned despite her bound condition. Small, pale round breasts, swelling firmly upward from her chest, rose and fell slowly as if she were asleep. The shallow concave bowl of her stomach lay like a soft depression above the shining tangle of yellow hair covering her sex. Only her tiny pink nipples, pointing stiffly toward the ceiling, betrayed the feelings of erotic anticipation thrilling throughout her small frame. The familiar sharp slap of leather on bare skin brought the young official's soft blue eyes snapping open and she turned her head to look at the woman standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She stood poised in the doorway, long athletic legs set in a defiant angle. The glow of the light behind her outlined the sleek flow of her body through the sheer black lace gown, tied at the throat and undulating down the woman's slender frame. A wild mane of jet black hair framed her beautiful oval face, cascading down to caress her round shoulders and ending just above the round swells of her high, thrusting breasts. "Now that I have your attention..." she whispered seductively. The dark haired woman strode forward, each step a deliberate provocation, the dusky brown flesh of her thighs breaking through the gap in her gown as she approached the bed. A short handled, black leather whip dangled causally from her right hand, it's multiple foot long straps, gleaming as if recently oiled, brushing against an already reddening mark on the dusky brown skin of her leg. Standing next to the bed, the svelte young woman looked down at the startling untanned white X of Dalia's bound form. Her lovely almond- shaped eyes roved coolly over the woman's attractive body; examining every inch of smooth pale flesh with a proprietary air, as if searching for the minutest imperfection in her property. At last, their eyes met and Dalia's suddenly moist lips parted as she began to speak. Instantly the dark haired woman's wrist flicked once, sending her whip slapping down on the tautly stretched skin of Dalia's belly. "You may speak when your spoken to." she said firmly over the young officers surprised gasp. "Speak out of turn, and I'll make you regret it." Dalia's looked up at the beautiful, almost regal looking young woman, her wide blue eyes wet with growing hunger. Her gaze eagerly drank in the slender woman's sturdy symmetry, each curve of her sensuous body coursing into another beneath the flimsy, transparent gown. "Do you understand?" the dark haired woman asked. "Yes, Ms. Nadja." Dalia said breathlessly. ------------------------- "What the hell is this?" First Administrator Mikaela stood stunned in the open door of the gymnasium, utterly aghast at the unruly scene before her. Battle sounds rang through the room; deep throated war cries, high- pitched shrieks of pain, shouted threats and encouragement from participants and bystanders adding to the din. A score of warriors, clad in green or purple workout clothes violently struggled amongst the training and exercise equipment. Another ten or so stood by, apparently holding themselves aloof from joining in the melee. A deafening wall of sound assaulted Mikaela's senses. Her brain gradually unfreezing from the shock, Mikaela saw that most of the combatants were warriors of the rival Baruch and Shimmura clans, while fighters scattered around the edges of the various combats were largely League members. "Why am I not surprised." she groaned inwardly, anger rising within her like a red tide, replacing her initial surprise. In the eleven years since she'd been appointed to the arena's security division Mikaela had never seen a riot. Indeed, it wasn't so much the scale of the combat which upset the tall administrator, she'd experienced far more bloody and violent battles on her tours of duty in the north. But what deeply offended the veteran warrior was the seemingly flagrant violation of the arena's most strict prohibition, violating the sanctity of the first rule of arena combat: unsanctioned fighting. "Public brawling!" She steamed, "I can't believe this! This is incredible - fighting like beasts! How shameful!" Mikaela's eyes bulged, anger boiling through her muscular frame, making blue veins stand out beneath the dark brown skin on her thick neck. Her normally deep brown eyes darkened to a glittering black as her rage rose. "In *my* arena!" Every muscle in the enraged administrators brawny frame tensed and bulged, adrenalin fueling her already intense outrage. "I'll ban the lot of 'em!" she raged inwardly, stalking toward the nearest pair of combatants, itching to assert her authority. A few feet away from the furious administrator, two young warriors fought next to the unconscious form of an older blonde woman draped over the back rest of a weight bench. The taller of the two, a long legged Baruch clanswoman with beautifully smooth cocoa skin, kept her shorter brunette Shimmura foe on the defensive. Her long red hair whipped about her athletic frame as she kept up a lightning barrage of snapping jump kicks aimed at her stockier green clad opponent's head and chest. Catching a glimpse of movement behind her, the red haired fighter reflexively whirled about on one foot, gracefully spinning around to land a flashing high kick on the red uniformed woman's rock like jaw. Mikaela barely felt the blow as she towered over the young warrior, glaring down furiously at her suddenly apologetic face. Realizing who she'd just attacked, the purple clad fighter opened her mouth to stammer out an apology. But before she could utter a sound the muscular veteran's fist shot out, crashing against the side of the red haired woman's head, sending her lithe body spinning unconscious to the floor. With a grunt of satisfaction, Mikaela looked up from the downed woman's prone form to glare at her former opponent. The green clad brunette stared thunderstruck at her suddenly unconscious adversary, her gaze finally lifting to the tall, angry official who'd so abruptly brought their fight to an end. "Uh oh." Trembling slightly under the furious older warrior's withering gaze, she brought her hands up before her, palms forward, signaling her surrender. "Sit." Mikaela barked, pointing at the weight bench. Quickly, the young fighter complied with the first administrators order, sitting down next to her unconscious kinswoman. "Stay." Mikaela said sternly. Ignoring the woman's vigorous answering nod, she strode determinedly forward into the melee. Feeling a little calmer now that she'd expressed her displeasure physically, Mikaela realized she'd probably need some help to separate the two warring factions. Scanning the room full of struggling fighters, she saw the new League captain standing casually with her back against a wall, avidly watching a pair of battered fighters wrestling on the floor nearby. As the angry administrator strode toward the wrestlers, one of the fighters, a mature Shimurra warrior, knelt behind her younger half naked opponent, choking her with one scratched and bloody forearm. Her air cut off, the slim purple clad fighter clawed wildly at her foe's arm while her lovely round face, framed by her long, chestnut brown hair, nearly matched the shade of her own torn purple shirt. A grin spread across the green clad fighter's bruised lips as she viciously raked the sharp nails of her free hand across her opponent's bare, sweat slick chest, leaving a set of ragged red trails across the pale white skin of the younger woman's small round breasts. Upon reaching the struggling pair, Mikaela's heavily muscled leg pistoned out, her heavy boot hammering into the side of the kneeling warrior's head. The older woman's arms flew from her choking opponent and she pitched to one side, unconscious before she hit the floor. The young fighter sprawled backwards, clutching her bruised throat and looking up wide eyed at the seething red uniformed administrator glowering down her. "Don't move." ordered Mikaela in a steely voice, pointing a thick finger down at the gasping young woman. "Your under arrest." "Yes, Ms. Mikaela." she replied hoarsely. The recently elected LIW captain fought to suppress a smile of amusement as Mikaela stalked over to where she stood leaning against the wall. Though she could see the first administrator was definitely not in joking sort of mood, Lana's sense of humour got the better of her. "Hey, I was enjoying that." she protested. Mikaela fixed the smaller woman with a pointed stare. "Not now, Lana." she admonished her old friend. "You like this anarchy? Either get over here and help me stop this or send someone to get a squad of guards here while I handle this." "I'm not about to put my people in the middle of a clan feud." Lana asserted. Since the roar of combat echoing through the room made shouting useless, the League captain waved at a slim woman, wearing a blue and gold singlet, who watched disinterestedly as two combatants exchanged roundhouse blows nearby. After a moment, she caught the slender asian woman's attention and waved her over. "Say," Lana said as the lithe warrior strolled up, "Would you mind getting a squad of guards for Ms. Mikaela?" "Sure." said Nga laconically. "It's getting pretty boring here, anyway." After the new captain had thanked her fellow League member and Nga had sauntered off toward the nearest guard post, Mikaela turned to scan the gymnasium full of battling warriors. Almost directly across from Mikaela and Lana, two women fought back to back against twice their number of attackers. Using the wooden weapons they'd been practicing with, Liau and Lynn battled four purple clad fighters, deftly guarding each others blind side while simultaneously keeping their opponents at bay. As Mikaela watched the melee, Lynn's baton thumped into the side of a well-muscled Baruch fighter's head, sending the woman reeling sideways towards Liau, where a deftly timed back swing of her quarterstaff caught the staggering woman in the back of her head, instantly knocking her to the floor unconscious. "Hey, isn't that one of your league members over there?" Mikaela said accusingly, pointing at Lynn. "Yeah," Lana replied indifferently. Pointing at the woman Liau fought back to back with, she said, "And that's Lynn, Liau's partner. You think Lynn would listen to me if I told her not to fight?" A high, piercing shriek rose above the din, bringing Mikaela's attention to a spot near the gymnasium's practice ring where a burly Baruch fighter, clad only in a pair of purple shorts, had just slammed one meaty fist into her green clad opponent's crotch. Next to Mikaela herself, the square shouldered warrior was easily the tallest woman in the gymnasium, perhaps an inch over the first administrators own 6'1", though Mikaela estimated they must weigh about the same. The muscular woman's stricken adversary staggered back, fetching up against the platform of the practice ring and with surprising speed the burly Baruch warrior sprang forward, mercilessly pummeling her foe's shuddering torso with short, powerful jabs. Watching the uneven combat, grim smile creased Mikaela's thin lips as she formed a plan. ------------------------- Nadja's full, pouting lips twisted in a half smile, half sneer as she looked down into the panting young officer's hungry eyes. This was much more to her liking than the rough and tumble style of lovemaking that Sandra preferred. Though she enjoyed the raw physicality of the Baruch warriors tall, perfectly muscled frame, Nadja found that she always experienced a much stronger erotic charge in the willing submissiveness of this exquisite, doll-like woman's body. Besides, it was Sandra's almost boundless ambition which provided Nadja with the means to control the proud young fighter, not, as with Dalia, her sexual desires. Nadja dangled the whip over tautly stretched skin of Dalia's belly, skillfully dancing the tips of the leather straps across her skin, making the muscles beneath jump and twitch uncontrollably. "You like my new toy." she observed. "Oh yes!" Dalia breathed, her small body stiffening in response to the warm glow radiating in slow waves from her lower belly. Nadja's whip whistled again, this time slapping the soft white skin just below Dalia's small left breast. "That wasn't a question, girl." she said angrily, deftly landing a second harder blow on the blonde woman's trim right thigh. Dalia's breath caught in her throat, the pain shooting from her thigh melding with the growing fire in her loins. Gazing up at the her beautiful tormentor, she nodded her understanding. Nadja again walked the leather tips of her whip over Dalia's pale young flesh, now flushed with pink highlights as her desire mounted. Gently, she brushed the ends of the leather straps lightly against the golden fur adorning Dalia's aching crotch, sending electric ripples coursing through the moaning young woman. As tiny pearls of moisture appeared amongst the thick yellow hair, she again slapped her whip smartly across the shining alabaster skin of one thigh, drawing a deep gasp from the writhing blonde official as pain mixed inseparably with pleasure. Carefully gauging the young woman's mounting arousal, Nadja skillfully alternated gentle caresses with sharp strikes, driving Dalia's flushed, trembling body closer and closer to that particular kind of ecstasy she so desperately sought. --------------------------- First Administrator Mikaela marched steadily toward the practice ring, her angry gaze locked on the Baruch warrior's broad, naked back. Course looking, deeply tanned skin covered the tall fighter's powerful frame, tightly stretching over the slab-like muscles of her back. A number of scars of respectable length adorned her back and shoulders, their white jagged lines standing out in shocking contrast against her sun-browned skin. Droplets of sweat dripped from her closely cropped blonde hair, rolling down her sweat slick torso as her heavily muscled arms pistoned back and forth, continuing her relentless barrage of punches thudding into her battered, half-conscious opponent. As Mikeala neared the ring, the muscular amazon suddenly stepped back from her dazed enemy and hammered a brutal straight kick into the green clad woman's lower belly. The battered asian warrior's long, silkily black hair whipped across her agonized face as she doubled over, the air whooshing from her body in an audible rush. Clutching her wounded belly, the stricken woman looked up at her solidly built foe with lovely sea green eyes glazed with pain, her mouth moving soundlessly, trying to gasp out her surrender. After taking a moment to enjoy her enemies distress, the viciously grinning Baruch fighter spun deftly around, one powerful leg flashing out to land a hard kick on the side of the dark haired woman's head that sent her reeling to the floor unconscious. Mikaela's foot thumped between the tall warrior's broad shoulder blades as she stood over her beaten foe, making the heavily muscled fighter stumble forward a step and eliciting a grunt of surprise. Quickly she spun around to face her new attacker, a furious scowl replacing the triumphant grin on her angular, close set face. The Baruch warrior's large, sloping breasts heaved angrily, twin orbs of untanned ivory flesh with blue veins visible beneath white skin made almost translucent with perspiration and contrasting sharply with the surrounding sun-browned skin covering her broad chest and wide, flat stomach. With a low, throaty growl the tall, burly fighter took a step toward the equally burly red clad official standing calmly before her. "Your under arrest." Mikaela said sternly. "Don't make this hard on yourself." A flicker of amusement crossed the caucasian fighter's gray eyes as she met the tall official's impassive level stare with her own furious glare. Tension thickened the air between the two massively muscled warriors, gazes locked in a battle of wills. Their silent confrontation was an island of calm amidst the swirling sea of combat, drawing quick glances from the fighter's battling around them. Finally, frustrated at her inability to stare down the burly red clad official, the muscular blonde fighter took a quick step forward and, with a startlingly loud shout, sent a high standing kick speeding toward her new foe's head. Mikaela swiftly ducked beneath the angry warrior's flashing kick and launched herself at her carefully chosen opponent, ramming a shoulder into her antagonist's wide chest. One of the blonde fighter's flailing hands caught the edge of Mikaela's shirt as she staggered back, popping the metal snaps down the front of the blouse and tugging her opponent after her, sending them both stumbling toward the ring. Losing her grip on her foe's shirt, the Baruch fighter stumbled backwards over the body of her previous adversary and fell heavily against the raised platform of the practice ring, grimacing as the small of her back jarred against the edge of the platform . Unable to stop her staggering advance Mikaela also tripped over the unconscious fighters body and managed to throw an awkward punch which just grazed her opponent's square jaw before she stumbled awkwardly into her a moment later. The two heavily muscled warrior's bodies slapped together, shaking the ring with their collision. Strong hands slapped against sweat slick flesh as both fighters tried to recover her balance using her opponent's closely pressed body. The blonde fighter was the first to regain her feet and immediately wrapped her muscular arms around her foe's broad shoulders, trapping the squirming red clad official's arms against her sides and crushing their bodies together in a powerful bear hug. Her thin lips peeling back in fierce grin, the first administrator suppressed a groan as the burly baruch warrior tightened her hold. Mikaela's heavy brown breasts flattening painfully against her foes equally full, pale tits; their hard muscled stomachs pressing firmly against each other as her adversary heaved, straining unsuccessfully to lift Mikaela off her feet. The tall official jerked her right knee up blindly, drawing a grunt of pain from her foe as it jabbed into the inside of blonde fighters right thigh, then a shriek as the thick heel of her boot stamped back down on her opponent's bare left foot. Feeling the powerful, crushing arms loosen fractionally about her shoulders, Mikaela braced her feet and broke her antagonist's painful hold with a mighty wrench. Allowing herself a gasp relief, the red clad official skipped back a step and quickly sent a vicious right jab speeding at her opponent's head. The blonde fighter blocked the punch with a hastily raised forearm and counter punched with a right hook, which sped past Mikaela's head as she dodged. With practiced speed the veteran first administrator grasped the muscular amazon's outstretched arm at the wrist and elbow and, spinning her back to her foe, used her opponent's momentum to throw the big warrior neatly over her out-thrust hip. The blonde fighter tucked her head in and took the fall on her broad shoulders. As she rolled to her feet, her red clad foe levered herself onto the platform and rolled beneath the lower rope, springing erect with a mocking grin on her broad face and motioning the tall baruch fighter to join her in the ring. Her own visage flushing red with anger, the tall Baruch fighter sprang toward the practice ring, howling her acceptance of the muscular official's challenge. Mikaela scanned the gymnasium as she backed toward the center of the ring, noting with satisfaction that a few of the warriors closest to the ring had broken off their fights to watch her confrontation with the huge warrior. While her opponent clambered over the ropes, Mikaela stripped her flapping uniforms blouse from her sweating torso and cast it aside, congratulating herself that she'd had the foresight to have her shirts made with snaps instead of buttons. "Now all I have to do is beat the big cow." she thought to herself, bracing to meet the muscular warrior's charge. ---------------------------- The sheer black silk gown parted with a whisper, revealing the sinuous ripples of muscle stretching tautly beneath the shining satin brown skin of Nadja's thighs as she straddled the bound woman's slim hips. A light sheen of sweat covered the moaning blonde officers alabaster skin, marked here and there with parallel rows of light red lines where her dark haired lover had plied her whip. Nadja began slowly brushing the leather straps over the panting young woman's helpless body, allowing their full lengths to lovingly caress the shallow valley of her trembling belly and entwine about the urgently rising hills of her small, achingly erect breasts. The long shiny black straps seemed like slithering snakes exploring the gently writhing landscape of Dalia's pale, vulnerable body and excitement thrilled through Nadja's own slender frame as she looked down into the slender officer's beseechingly soft blue eyes. Lost in the sweet agony of pain heightened pleasure coursing through her tensely aroused body, Dalia fought the growing urge to open her mouth and beg her lover for release. Every inch of her petite frame yearned insistently for the dusky beauty's merest touch; her skin tingling electrically where the softly glowing brown skin of her lover's shapely thighs rested atop her hips. An achingly intense sensation suffused her lower belly, pulsating with every stroke and slap of her beautiful lover's whip and Dalia longed to wrap her tightly bound limbs around Nadja's athletic frame and crush their bodies together until they melted into a single orgasmic whole. A gentle heat insinuated itself through Nadja as she stroked the whip, it's long handle grown hot her hand, over the trembling, straining body of the lovely blonde woman below her. She reveled in her control over the young official, bringing her achingly close to the thundering release she craved, then driving her back from the brink, groaning with frustration. Pausing a moment to allow Dalia's ardor to cool, Nadja noticed a very faint row of red scratch marks, barely visible on the flushed skin of her lover's left shoulder. Nadja's gorgeous almond shaped eyes darkened as she gazed at the marks she'd missed in her initial inspection of Dalia's youthfully supple body. Slowly, she rose up on her knees and leaned forward, careful not to let their bodies touch, until her face hovered closely over Dalia's. The soft silken ropes keeping the young official bound to the bed thrummed as her body surged upwards towards Nadja's athletic frame hovering a few scant inches above her. Dalia's petite body shook uncontrollably, as if she were made of sweetly aching iron filings drawn irresistibly toward the shapely magnate of her lover's body. Her anticipation mounted unbearably as Nadja cupped the back of her head and slowly lowered her lovely face nearer and nearer. Dalia breathed in the spicy/sweet aroma of Nadja's breath as she stared transfixed into her dark, fathomless eyes. Finally, Nadja's ripe, sensuous mouth drew within millimeters of her own lust-swollen lips and Dalia exulted inwardly, sure that release from her erotic agony was at last close at hand. Twining a length of shining yellow hair about her slim brown fingers, Nadja abruptly jerked her lover's head back, drawing a yelp of surprise from the panting young officer. Reversing her grip on the whip, she slapped it's long leather wrapped handle across Dalia's narrow sweat slick chest and forced her arching torso back down to the bed. "Now," Nadja said levely, staring intently as Dalia's suddenly wide blue eyes filled with a conflicting mixture of frustrated lust, pain and confusion. "Who else have you been screwing?" --------------------------- The heavily muscled caucasian fighter charged her opponent, her howling war cry ringing loudly off the bare stone walls of the gymnasium. As she closed with her waiting foe, the burly blonde warrior suddenly dove forward, attempting to knock her adversaries red clad legs out from under her. Mikaela's standing jump neatly cleared her opponents rolling body and, as her charging foe rolled to her feet, the tall veteran warrior quickly spun about and lept toward her blonde antagonist, sending a strong kick slamming into the middle of her broad back. The Baruch fighter shrieked angrily as she pitched forward, slamming down heavily onto the canvas with a bang that shook the entire ring. Mikaela sprang into the air, aiming a vicious knee drop at her prone adversary; but just as her feet left the floor, the muscular fighter twisted to one side and twin bolts of agony shot up from Mikaela's knees as they slammed down onto the hard canvas. A snarl creasing her close set features, the blonde fighter rolled shakily to her feet, her muscular body aching from her heavy fall. As her kneeling opponent levered herself painfully erect, the tall Baruch warrior skipped foreword, sending a straight kick thumping hard into her foes right side, just above her waist. Mikaela bit back a shriek of agony as she staggered sideways, away from her foe. She managed to twist her front toward the advancing blonde amazon, trying to control her staggering retreat; but just as the first administrator felt her balance returning, her viciously grinning adversary slammed another heavy kick into her broad, brown chest, making her whole frame shudder as she fell back onto the ropes behind her. As her red clad opponent wrapped her arms around the top rope, valiantly trying to stay on her feet, the Baruch fighter stepped in close and began hammering her foe's burly torso with short, powerful punches. Her large fists thudded with rib cracking force into the tall officials sturdy frame, drawing grunts of pain as they thumped into her thickly muscled stomach and heavy, sloping breasts. Nearly blinded with pain, Mikaela managed to aim a weak kick at her tormentor, causing her to pause her barrage of blows and twist aside to avoid the kick. Then, as the grinning blonde warrior stepped forward to continue her pummeling, Mikaela desperately heaved her bruised body off the ropes and with a roar of defiance slammed her powerful frame into her opponent. The burly first administrator landed heavily on atop her adversary as they fell to the canvas, knocking the wind from the muscular Baruch fighter. Rising to straddle her stunned foe's body, Mikaela's thick fingered hands groped about her antagonists head, slipping from her short, sweat slick blond hair. Growling with frustration, Mikaela grabbed an ear in each hand and slammed the back of her foe's skull against the canvas. Her head aching from the blow, the burly Baruch warrior's hands groped and slipped on the african amazon's heavily sweating, bruised torso. A second head slam made her skull ring as her strong tan fingers dug into the red clad official's broad shoulders, searching for the nerves buried beneath her foe's thick muscles. Strong brown thighs clamped tightly at her waist as she bucked and squirmed, trying to dislodge her adversary. Unable to secure an effective nerve hold, the struggling blonde fighter drew back her fists and began shooting short jabs into the furious first administrator's solidly built body. Mikaela grimaced at the fists thumping against her already bruised body. Though her foe didn't have enough room to throw a really solid punch, her blows still stung as they bounced off her battered stomach and rib cage. One fist smacked wetly up into the tender round underside of her right breast and, snarling at the familiar pain, the veteran official jerked her opponent's head up and again slammed the back of her blonde skull against the floor. Bright sparks pinwheeled across the muscular Baruch fighter's vision as her red clad opponent once again bounced her head off the floor. Panic began to yammer in the back of her aching skull as her foe jerked her head up again, seemingly ignoring the barrage of foreshortened punches bouncing off her torso. Desperately, the tall blonde warrior braced her arms and feet on the floor and began bucking and jerking her body, trying to unbalance her adversary. Mikaela felt her legs begin to slide along her foe's bucking waist and as she leaned forward for another head slam her strong hands slipped from their precarious hold on her opponents sweat slick ears to thump down on either side of her head. Before she could sit back on her opponent's broad frame, the blond fighters hands darted up, jamming a thick thumb into both of Mikaela's exposed armpits. The tall african amazon gasped at the pain shooting across her broad shoulders and her arms suddenly collapsed, causing her to sprawl forward atop the muscular Baruch warrior. Like the jaws of a trap her opponent's brawny arms snapped up around Mikaela's thick torso. --------------------- "Nuh...No one." Dalia gasped. The fire suffusing her lower belly sent insistent pulses thrumming through her pale petite body, making it tremble with frustrated desire. "Please!" she moaned. The pressure on the lithe official's upper chest increased as her dark haired lover leaned down until her sensuous red lips were again tantalizingly close, a mere paper's width away from her own. Like a rush of hurried kisses, the gossamer silk of Nadja's gown brushed lightly over Dalia's flushed skin delicately tickling her swollen pink nipples. She stared pleadingly up into the dark haired woman's beautiful almond-shaped eyes; yearning to move her head the millimeter necessary press their lips together, yet held utterly immobile by Nadja's penetrating gaze. "Lying slut." Nadja whispered, and twisted Dalia's hair, bringing a grimace of pain to her lovely, desire suffused face. Moving the handle of her whip up to the trembling young woman's slender neck, she thumbed a metal stud and with a metallic click a gleaming six inch knife shot from the whip's handle. "I know every inch of your tawdry little soul, girl." she said, drawing a gasp from the blonde woman as she pressed the flat of the slim blade against the alabaster skin of her throat. "It was Mikaela, wasn't it." Dalia's shining blue eyes widen as the fear thrilling through her added a new erotic dimension to the already unbearable heat suffusing her pale slim body, threatening to overwhelm her senses. Her lips writhed soundlessly as she fought against the passionate frustration blanketing her mind, all the while unable to tear her gaze away from her lover's dark, commanding eyes. "No..." she moaned at last "Vic..Victoria! It was Victoria." Nadja's own slender body flushed, heat swelling darkly within her as she saw the fear glinting in her lover's soft staring eyes. "Liar!" she said heatedly, "I've seen the big bitch making cow eyes at you." "I...I swear!" Dalia groaned, lust consumed her body with tongues of fire and her mind clouded over as she lost herself in her lover's black, enveloping eyes. "It was Victoria...I swear. Oh Please, Nadja... Pleeeeeease!" Nadja's sneer returned to her lips. She exulted inwardly, realizing she had complete control over the young blonde woman beneath her. Hovering above the pale blonde woman like a dark angel, she moved the shining steel with agonizing slowness from Dalia's neck, stretching her lace draped, smoothly muscled arm up until the double edged blade rested lightly on her lover's left wrist. "Never lie to me, girl." she said breathlessly, "I own you." Nadja's arm jerked and Dalia's left hand was suddenly free as the blade sliced through the black silk cord. Another sweep of her lover's knife and the young official's right was free as well. In a lust befogged daze, Dalia stared uncomprehendingly up at her lover/mistress, then with an animal growl she threw her pale, slender arms around Nadja's shoulders, urgently pressing their bodies against each other. Their lips crushed together in a punishing kiss and Dalia shuddered uncontrollably as tremors of pleasure rippled through her lithe frame. --------------------- Blue veins entwined about muscles bulging beneath the shining pale skin of the Baruch fighter's brawny arms. She tightened her bear hug around her adversaries bruised sweat-slick torso, her still ringing head pressed firmly against the arena official's hard, flat brown belly. A grimace creased Mikaela's broad features as her opponent's powerful arms squeezed her already aching body. Bracing her hands of canvas, the first administrator pushed herself forward and felt the painfully constricting pressure slip down to her waist before stopping at the sloping curves of her full hips. Unable to drag her aching body out of the muscular fighter's crushing embrace, Mikaela jerked her legs up and down, eliciting a muffled yelp from her enemy as the heel of her left boot scraped down the inside of the blonde warrior's right leg. The burly Baruch woman began rocking her body back and forth, trying to flip her antagonist on her back, but the african amazon quickly thrust her arms to either side. Her foe continued blindly thrashing her legs, her boots painfully scrapping against the muscular warrior's legs. Feeling blood begin to trickle from the cuts made by her adversaries boots, the blonde fighter spread her legs, trying to move them away from her foe's flailing boots. Her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, Mikaela moved her hands to either side of their struggling bodies pushed down against the floor, straining to lift her tightly pressed torso. Her muscular arms trembled with the strain as her body moved upward with agonizingly slowness until at last her knees made contact with the floor on either side her foe's body. Mikaela's face was a mask of intense concentration as she jerked her right leg up and managed to jab it down onto her antagonists lower belly. As the blonde fighter below her shrieked at the pain, Mikaela pushed her aching body up with both arms and with a heavy gasp of relief broke out of her foe's brawny arms and rolled away. The caucasian fighter sat up sharply and clutched her abused stomach, bolts pain shocking through her burly frame. Cuts and scraps adorned both heavily muscled legs and her foot throbbed where her opponents boot heel had connected. Stiffly, the burly blonde warrior climbed to her feet; glaring at the red clad official who also arose, gingerly probing her bruised ribs with one hand. Both warriors breathed heavily as they stood, rivers of sweat rolling down their battered, muscular bodies. Silence reigned throughout the gym and Mikaela knew her plan was working; though she didn't dare take her eyes off her opponent to look out at the warriors watching her and the huge Baruch woman battling in the ring. The veteran first administrator also knew that if she didn't defeat the big warrior, and defeat her decisively, she would almost certainly lose the respect of most of the warriors in the arena she governed. That is, if she survived the fight at all... Deciding her foe had only cracked a couple of her ribs, Mikaela braced her feet and positioned her arms low at the waist, hands curled into stiff tiger claws. Her opponent advanced slowly, her thickly muscled body hunched in a wrestler's crouch, carefully keeping her feet apart as she closed with her equally burly adversary. Then, as if a signal had been given which only the two warriors could hear, both fighters let out a fierce, ringing shout and lept forward; each intent on the other's destruction. ----------------------- Dalia's high pitched shriek spiraled into inaudibility as her lover insinuated a finger between the fiercely engorged lips of her swollen vulva. The young official's slender frame thrashed uncontrollably beneath the sweet pressure of her mistress' body, naked now that she'd ripped the flimsy black gown from it. Electric bolts of long denied pleasure pounded through Dalia's slim form, shattering her consciousness into bright silvery shards of ecstasy. A soft moan escaping her lips clamped against the pale, tightly drawn skin of her lover's neck, Nadja slipped a second finger into the shuddering blonde woman's heavily sodden vagina, setting off a second orgasm that made the sweat soaked body beneath her writhe and shake wildly as if it were in the midst of a grand mal seizure. The petite woman's fingers kneaded the soft pliant flesh of Nadja's firm, youthfully round buttocks, sending ripples of fire shuddering through her smoothly muscled body. Wave after shuddering wave of ecstasy threatened to overwhelm the slender official as she clung desperately to the last shreds of consciousness; completely oblivious to noise of a siren howling it's alarm outside. Her mouth wide in a voiceless shriek of intense pleasure, Dalia's body spasmed continuously beneath her lovers athletic frame. Small pale breasts crushed firmly against the dark haired woman's slightly larger brown globes; their stomachs slapping wetly together in an increasingly urgent rhythm as the blonde woman's clawed hands left long red rows of scratches on the velvety brown skin stretching tautly over her lover's back. Nadja's own thoroughly aroused body shuddered deliciously as the sweetly aching pressure in her loins grew throbbingly urgent. She carefully arched her athletic body and reached back to saw the ropes binding Dalia's legs just as the phone next to their bed suddenly began beeping insistently. ------------------------------ Blocking a wild right cross with her forearm, Mikaela sent two quick jabs thumping smartly on her opponent's slab-like stomach, then rocked the muscular fighter's head back with a flashing left uppercut. Following her tall blonde foe as she back peddled, the furious administrator kept up a steady barrage of kicks and punches, keeping the retreating warrior off balance. Unable to get inside her adversaries longer reach the Baruch fighter dodged and blocked the red clad woman's blows as she backed up, her forearms a mass of purple and red bruises. Realizing her foe would gradually wear her down if she continued boxing with her, the blonde haired warrior suddenly planted her feet and, ducking beneath a flashing right jab, shot her left hand up with desperate speed, clamping her fingers around her opponent's wrist. Mikaela braced her feet as her antagonist tried to pull her off balance sent her left fist crashing into the tall fighter's chest. The caucasian warrior grunted heavily and staggered back a step, but kept her grip on the official's muscular arm. Mikaela's left hand darted up to pull her foe's hand from her wrist, but the blonde fighter shot her own hand up to lock fingers with her adversary. Sweat slick hands fumbled above the two warrior's heads until their fingers locked together and they stood face to face, powerful arms bulging as each tried to force the other to her knees. Both fighters stood rock still, like wooden statues carved from rich brown walnut and blonde oak. Their faces were bruised and bloody masks of concentration, each woman channeling every ounce of strength she possessed into her straining arms. Seconds passed with agonizing slowness, marked only by the patter of sweat dripping from their tense, motionless bodies to the canvass below as the two amazons engaged in a time honored test of raw power. As she strained to force the burly Baruch warrior to her knees, Mikaela felt the strength drain from her powerful frame. Her broad brown shoulders ached abominably from the crushing pressure her foe exerted on her arms and the pain throbbing from her bruised kidney seemed to hammer at her concentration. Fighting down the panic yammering in the back of her mind, Mikaela made a final concerted effort, pouring every last atom of strength and will power she could summon into her arms. A slight quiver, the very faintest of tremors began in the blonde fighter's injured foot, rising up through her straining, sweat soaked frame to her arms and the muscular Baruch warrior knew she had lost. With a hoarse scream that was half frustration and half despair, she thrust a knee at her red clad opponent's crotch. The first administrator turned slightly to let the jab glance off her thigh, a triumphant grin splitting her face. With a powerful yank on her foe's arms, Mikaela threw herself backwards onto the canvas, dragging her opponent down after her. Planting both feet on her foe's stomach, the african amazon flipped the burly warrior high into the air, her scream cutting off suddenly as she slammed back down onto the canvas with a bang that thundered throughout the gymnasium. Mikaela rolled to her feet and turned to leap at her opponent. But the tall Baruch fighter lay motionless where she'd fallen, limbs splayed wide, her body still quivering from the impact of her fall. Letting out a long sigh of relief, Mikaela looked down at her defeated enemy for a moment as she gulped air, her chest rising and falling like the bellows of a forge. "There." she thought to herself, "That wasn't so hard." Wearily, the first administrator turned to survey the large room full of warriors staring silently up at her. Many, though not all of the Baruch women, looked crestfallen at witnessing the defeat of their powerful kinswoman; while most of the Shimmura warriors and the other arena fighters seemed by turns amazed and ecstatic that Mikaela had won at all. Near the entrance to the gymnasium Mikaela spied the petite form of second administrator Dalia, standing at the front of a dozen arena guards, all of whom stared up at their commanding officer with a mixture of confusion and pride. As the blonde junior officer began making her way toward the ring, one of the guards she'd brought began to chant. "Mi-kae-LA...Mi-kae-LA..." Quickly the chant was taken up by the rest of the guards and the sound echoed through the large room. The first administrator watched Dalia lever herself into the ring, noticing with a sort of bemused exhaustion that the young officer's beautiful honey colored hair was plastered wetly to her head and her wrinkled, hastily donned uniform clung fetchingly to her slender frame. "Mi-kae-LA...Mi-kae-LA..." Most of the warriors added their voices to the rising chant, and even some of the blue clad fighters had joined in cheering their first administrator standing victoriously above them in the ring. "Mi-kae-LA...Mi-kae-LA..." "What in the nine worlds is going on?" Dalia asked, voicing the concern that showed plainly on her pretty, narrow features as she hurried toward her superior officer. "Got into...a fight." Mikaela panted. "Explain...later." Her large frame sagged a bit adrenalin induced strength drained from fatigued muscles, leaving her barely able to stand. Dalia surveyed the first administrator's brutally bruised body a moment. then asked in an ironic voice. "Who won?" "Mi-kae-LA...Mi-kae-LA..." Mikaela waved away her junior officer as she moved to put her arm around her shoulders and help her out of the ring. Somewhere, she found the strength to step forward and wave her arms to the chanting throng. Then, as the last shouting voice fell silent, Mikaela announced in a loud, hoarse voice; "Everyone is UNDER ARREST!" ------------------ While her guards led the last of the rioting warriors out of the gymnasium, Mikaela threw an arm around her junior officer and allowed her to help her out of the ring. "So," she explained as climbed gratefully down from the platform, "I picked the biggest, meanest looking woman I could find and made a show of fighting her." "But what started it?" Dalia asked. Leaning heavily on the beautiful young officer's slim shoulders, Mikaela breathed in the musky-sweet scent wafting from Dalia's petite body. Despite her utter physical exhaustion, the tall, half naked warrior felt her own body begin to respond to the close proximity of the woman she'd fantasized about so often. Her head lowered unbidden as she gazed softly into her junior officer's lovely blue eyes. "I don't know." Mikaela replied finally in a husky tone. The excitement of the recent battle combined with her physical exhaustion and the long suppressed desire Mikaela felt for the young woman at her side; breaking down the internal barriers that had kept her at a distance from the frequent object of her of desires. Throwing her inhibitions to the wind, Mikaela brought her tingling lips closer to the slender officer's own full, puffy looking lips. "But I'm going to find out." she stated firmly. "It was Alexia, that big brute you just beat up, who started the whole thing." declared a nearby voice. The spell broke and Mikaela looked up sharply at the woman who stood a few feet away. Frustrated anger hardened the first administrator's broad features as she glared at the woman causally leaning against the platform of the practice ring. "Not now, Lana!" she barked. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---- Copyright 1998 - Wet Hen Productions