“The next bout shall feature the lovely Elle Mental,” the voice declared. “The mutant shall enter the pit without delay!”
At the call of her name, amplified through the speaker system of the arena, the beautiful dark haired mutant with telekinetic powers took a deep breath and stepped forward.
“Be careful!” a voice from behind cautioned.
Elle looked back over her shoulder. “It will be alright, Jody. I am prepared to handle anything that Major Justice throws at me.”
The lithe heroine stepped over the ledge and dropped agilely down into the combat pit. Despite her brave words and proud countenance, she knew that this was her worst nightmare come true. She had spent two years of her life imprisoned in this foul place. She had escaped and started a new life, only to be recaptured now, years later. She was being forced to take part in perverted gladiatorial games. Her life, perhaps, was ruined. It was possible that she would never again know freedom.
Elle tried to ignore the catcalls that greeted her entry into the pit. Hundreds of spectators sat in the bleachers. Hundreds of eyes focused on her slender body and beautiful face. She could almost feel them violating her. She could almost feel them examining the curves of her gorgeous, athletic figure. “Yeah!” one spectator shouted. “She is fucking hot!”
“Damn!” another agreed. “I’d screw that babe in a New York second!”
“Barbarians!” Elle snarled under her breath. “Perverted miscreants!”
She held her head high and stood motionless in the center of the pit. Her opponent had yet to be announced. She gazed through sultry brown eyes toward the row of male prisoners that stood atop the far wall. Which of these might she get, she wondered? Which of the mutant gladiators would she have to defeat in order to preserve her virtue?
“I want to see this bitch get fucked!” another spectator shouted. “No more bullshit light shows— I want to see this bitch get fucked!”
The beautiful brunette tried to put thoughts of defeat out of her mind. The crowd was riled up and demanding that their lust be satisfied. They did not want blood, she knew, though it would not be overly disturbing to them-- Like automobile race fans that go to the track hoping to see a wreck, this audience was not averse to seeing brutality and death. But what they really wanted was to see a beautiful female warrior be subdued and raped. This is what they really wanted.
Solar Flare had denied them their wish. The striking blonde had emerged victorious from her bout with the man-beast known as Galago. But the fight—not to mention her extraordinary beauty-- had been enough to whip the sadistic and lustful desires of the audience to a new level. Now, they would be satisfied with nothing less that the complete humiliation of the next female contestant.
And although Elle Mental was confident in her abilities, she had to admit that the outcome of a match could never be assured. Indeed, many of her female counterparts had been defeated and raped over the years. And since her rope—the one object through which she could manifest and channel her awesome mutant power—was to be denied her, she would be at a sore disadvantage.
But the rope was merely one of her weapons, Elle reminded herself. She had been trained as a ninja in the Far East. Her hand to hand fighting skill was amazing. Her genetic mutation provided her with the strength of three men. Telekinesis or no, she was a formidable foe.
Still, she wondered at the delay in the introduction of her opponent. Major Justice, who insisted on narrating the bouts himself, was usually impatient to get the fighters in the ring. Yet he had still not announced the name of the second fighter. Elle stood in the combat pit alone, her magnificent body on display for the audience and the cameras but her foe not yet revealed.
“Who is it to be?” she finally asked while looking up at her master impatiently. “Who is it that I must fight in order to satisfy your sick perversion?”
The Major smiled down at the girl. He enjoyed his view from the center balcony, high above the pit. He enjoyed the feeling of power that it gave him. He was almost a god, he thought. His power over these mutants was complete.
“Oh, Elle! You are still the firebrand I remember from the old days. Your beauty may have increased since your escape from the Institute but you are still the same petulant little girl. How I wanted to put you in the Games back then! Even at the young age of seventeen, you were the most beautiful of my mutant jailbirds! I could have made a lot of money off of you. Many would have paid to see you subjugated and humiliated.”
“Monster!” the sensational heroine growled.
“But you were too young, of course. It is said that there are no rules in the Games, but in fact there is one—The competitors must all be of legal age. I would have it no other way. The MCT are the good guys, after all. I would not want us to be involved in anything sordid!”
Howls of laughter rocked the arena. The audience was taking great pleasure from the Major’s little speech. Elle’s cheeks burned with anger. She was once again aware that her splendid body, covered only by a snug-fitting silver jumpsuit, was being ravished by the eyes of her tormentors.
“I think it is more likely, Major Justice, that your sense of nobility is motivated more by greed than a genuine concern for the children in your care. You know as well as I that most young mutants have not had a chance to develop their powers to the extent where they can adequately defend themselves. And your concern for their well being is more the result of wanting to see them grow up into profit making gladiators than it is a sympathy for their health!”
“Yes, and you have grown up very nicely, Elle,” Justice replied while eyeing the heroine’s large breasts. “Fortunately for us, you are now fully qualified to participate in the Games.” “Mutants are not animals put here for your amusement! We are human beings! We are citizens of this country! How dare you subjugate innocent people to this kind of treatment?” “Mutants are not human beings,” Justice answered unapologetically. “You are something else altogether. The MCT has the backing of the United States government. We have been tasked with ridding society of the mutant menace. We make no excuses for what we do. Providing mutants with a home here at the Institute is expensive. Studying their mutant powers in an effort to understand and prevent future genetic aberrations carries a high price tag. Why should the people of Megapolis have to bear this financial burden when you mutants can earn the money on your own? Don’t you see, dear Elle? This is your job, now. Your efforts here will benefit all of mankind!”
Elle had to shout to be heard above the applause of the audience. “You are a monster! You are violating the rights of American citizens!”
Major Justice continued to look down on the beautiful young woman standing in the pit. The memory of her interrogation was still fresh in his mind. He remembered the way her soft tits had felt in his hands. He remembered the way her body had stiffened when he slid his finger across her slit. He remembered the way she had moaned when he rubbed her clit. Yes, he decided, she was unbearably beautiful. Almost a match, if it was possible, for the two blondes that had so recently come under his care, Ms. Marvelous and Solar Flare. How had he been so blessed, he wondered? How had three such gorgeous women all come under his control in so short a span of time? Surely, he would be able to sell a lot of tickets and tapes now, he considered. And more than that, he would be able to enjoy the pleasures of their flesh for many months, possibly even years, to come. Perhaps even tonight, he considered thoughtfully. Perhaps tonight he would leave his balcony seat and take part in the Games himself.
“Assuming that you survive your first bout,” the Major said after making up his mind, “I may wish to take a stab at you myself.”
The crowd roared in approval. Major Justice was a well-known, if infrequent, competitor in the Games. His matches always featured a beautiful female mutant and always ended with a good fucking. Elle tried desperately to retain her composure. It would not serve any purpose if she allowed her tormentor to see her break down in emotion.
“So who shall it be, then?” she asked coldly. “Who is my opponent to be?”
Major Justice seemed not to hear the question. He was lost in a private fantasy starring the gorgeous brunette. Only after one of his guests nudged him did he snap out of the daydream and become aware that the eyes of the audience were focused on him and awaiting an answer.
“What? I’m sorry—Did you say something?” he asked sheepishly while looking down to make sure the balcony railing hid his conspicuous hard-on from view.
Once again the audience exploded with laughter. Elle was revolted and embarrassed by the thought that the Major was fantasizing about her. “I asked who my opponent is to be!” she shouted back in disgust.
“Oh, yes. I’m sorry. I must not have heard you the first time. Very well, it is someone with whom you are familiar. A favorite son of the MCT, so to speak, and the very man that captured you. I am speaking about Sergeant Steel, of course.”
A man emerged from behind the bleachers and walked to the edge of the pit. He was garbed in the glittering blue, high-tech uniform of an MCT soldier. After a wave to the crowd, he lowered himself into the pit and turned to face his beautiful opponent.
“Hello again, super-tramp!”
Elle peered at her foe. A look of recognition crossed her supermodel features. “Lusty Eyes!” she exclaimed.
“Huh?” the Sergeant responded without understanding the label given him by his beautiful foe during their first encounter. “The name is Steel. Sergeant Steel. I’m the one who finished you off on the street in Megapolis, remember?”
Elle blushed at the memory of how Lusty Eyes and his team had taken liberties with her three nights earlier. And though a couple of other soldiers had contributed to her capture, it had indeed been Lusty Eyes that finished her off.
“Yes, I remember, though we were never formally introduced. Still, it is good to see you again. I had hoped to get another shot at you someday. I just never expected it would be so soon. Tell me, why have you chosen to fight me? Surely you realize that I will have no mercy for one such as you?”
The soldier tried to look confident. “A man has got to do what a man has got to do. I am almost forty-five years old, now. Beating you reminded me of the glory days of my youth. Having people patting me on the back, telling me what a great fighter I am—It made me feel good. The only problem was that there were only a couple of guys still conscious and able to see me do it. I figure that if I can beat you again, here and in front of all these people, it will make my career. Who knows, I might even get a promotion.”
Elle almost laughed. Sergeant Steel’s face was, indeed, beginning to show the cracks of age. He had been a mercenary for a long time. The young lions moving up through the ranks were sure to be putting pressure on him. His best days were likely behind him.
“You picked a bad time to have a mid-life crisis,” she remarked dryly. “I am in a foul mood and have little patience for the likes of you. Think of it this way—I am the windshield of an eighteen-wheeler, speeding down the highway. You are the bug unfortunate enough to get in my way.”
“Maybe,” he replied without showing fear, “or maybe not. I have been trained by some of the best wrestlers in the world. For all you know, the bug might be a bullet.”
Elle smiled. She slammed her right fist into her left palm. “Splat!”
“Shall we begin, then?” Steel responded with a snarl.
Two soldiers entered the pit and approached the combatants. Elle raised her arms to shoulder level to allow the soldier closest to her to remove her controller belt. He took a small key from his pocket and prepared to insert it into the hole in the center of the buckle--
“Move away from the mutant, Private Smalls!” Sergeant Steel commanded.
The soldier turned and looked at his superior in confusion. “But I have to remove--” “Just step away, soldier,” Steel ordered again.
“What are you up to, Steel?” Elle demanded. “Have you changed your mind? Have you wised up and decided not to fight me after all?”
Sergeant Steel smiled evilly. “You are as strong as me and a lot more agile, super-tramp. I’m just evening up the odds a bit…”
Sergeant Steel reached for a button embedded atop the left wrist of his body armor. Too late, the beautiful brunette realized what he intended to do.
“No! Do not--”
Elle’s trim body convulsed as the controller belt was activated and hundreds of volts of electrical current surged through her slender form. Her teeth clamped together and muted the scream exploding from her throat. Her fingers clenched into tight balls. Her legs stiffened like two beams of wood. She fell rigidly backward to the ground.
The audience gasped with a mixture a fascination and amusement as the young beauty’s athletic body writhed in agony on the dirt floor of the pit. Her back arched off the ground as the current tortured her nervous system. Spasms rocked her arms and legs. Her head shook rapidly from side to side. Finally, after what seemed like forever, her sadistic opponent released the button on his wrist computer and
brought to an end to the brutal torture.
“That should do it,” he commented dryly. “You may now remove the belt, Private.” The MCT soldier cautiously approached the fallen mutant. Her body lay lifelessly on the dirt surface of the pit floor, unmoving except for an occasional involuntary twitch of her arms or legs. Her eyes were closed. Her jaw remained clenched. Her long brown hair was tossed about her head in all directions.
“Damn, Sergeant! I think you might have killed her!”
“I doubt it,” Steel replied with a sinister grin. “She’s a tough one.”
“Maybe so, but we aren’t supposed to give them so much juice. You’ve heard the Major’s warnings about how powerful the belts are!”
Sergeant Steel looked up at his commander’s balcony seat. The Major returned his gaze with an approving smile.
“Major Justice wants this one to be punished,” he said while returning his attention to the gorgeous brunette lying in the dirt. “He wants her to serve as an example to all those that would think to escape the Institute.”
The soldier nodded in understanding and kneeled over the fallen girl. He timidly poked at the belt with a finger. Satisfied that he would not get shocked, he extended his opposite hand and inserted a small key into the buckle. An audible click indicated that the latch was undone. He removed the belt, sliding it out from under the girl’s narrow waist, and stood with it in his hand.
“Good!” Sergeant Steel commented while motioning to the soldier to stand aside. “Now the battle can begin!”
The audience roared in approval. Their eyes focused hungrily on the incapacitated form of the lithe heroine. It seemed that they were about to get their wish. They would see this beautiful girl be ravished and raped.
The Sergeant walked forward and stood over his helpless victim. “God, she really is good looking!” he said to himself. “This is going to be the best fuck of my life!”
He looked up at the bleachers. The fans were rooting him on. He saw many familiar faces, squad mates and MCT support personnel, people that he had worked with for many years. And there were countless others, people he did not know but that would soon know him. This was what he had hoped for. This was his moment of glory.
“Come on, super tramp,” he snarled while leaning over his victim. “Let’s get this party started!” The girl’s eyes suddenly opened. “As you wish,” he heard her say just before her upraised knee impacted with his jaw.
The crowd howled in displeasure as their man toppled backward. They booed as the athletic heroine rose to her feet. They hurled insults at her as she struck a fighting pose and braced herself for the inevitable counterattack.
Sergeant Steel was back on his feet quickly. He wiped a trickle of blood from his lower lip. “So,” he said aloud, “the little bitch has some fight left in her after all.” But he could see that she was still wobbly. Despite the look of determination on her face, she was barely able to stand. The controller belt had done its job. Her body was weak. She would fall to him quickly enough.
“I am going to enjoy this!” he stated with a ravenous grin.
“I will defeat you!” Elle replied angrily.
The super-fem launched herself at the man with determined resolve. Her supple form arched through the air and covered the distance between them quickly. She extended a long, gazelle-like leg.
Her foot impacted against the center of his chest and drove into his sternum. Surely the blow would drive him backward, she thought. Surely he would be propelled through the air and— “What?”
Sergeant Steel held his ground. His grin broadened. The imprint of Elle’s foot in the pliable surface of his body armor quickly faded. “You are weak! The controller disk has nearly finished you. Now I will complete the job!”
The lovely brunette settled back to earth in front of her still standing opponent. Her attack had been spectacular to look at, she was sure, but completely ineffective. She cursed the body armor that protected her rival. She cursed the technology that made him so strong.
“You will yet fall before me!” Elle cried indignantly. “You will yet be defeat--”
The threat was cut short as her unwavering foe counterattacked. He was on her in a flash, swallowing her slender frame within his vise-like arms. His hands wrapped around her waist. His gloved fingers locked in the small of her back. He lifted her off the ground. He squeezed with all of his impressive might. The cybernetic implants in his uniform amplified the natural strength of his muscles. His arms tightened inexorably around her torso. His knuckles drove into her spine.
“Aaarrrgggghhhh!” Elle screamed as her body was nearly split in two. The pain was like a firebrand pressing against her back. She felt as if she were being crushed. Being held like this, inside her attacker’s powerful arms in a perfectly executed bear hug, was almost more than she could endure. It was a struggle simply to remain conscious.
“No!” the virtuous heroine cried. “I will not succumb to you!”
Elle wrapped her long legs around her attacker’s waist in an effort the relieve some of the pressure. She tried to scratch at his eyes but he had driven his face into her chest, burying it between her full breasts and protecting it from her threatening fingers. She tried to box his ears, but even at this her own tits seemed to get in the way. She pulled vainly at his short hair. She scratched at the back of his neck. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to—
All at once, the valiant woman’s struggles ceased. Her body went limp within the powerful arms of her attacker. Her legs slowly slid from around his waist until they dangled loosely beneath her. Her hands fell away from his shoulders and drooped to her sides. Her head fell backward and for a long moment she looked helplessly up at the bright lights that shown down brilliantly from the arena ceiling, high above. In the center of the ceiling, between the lights, she could see the glass panels of the sunroof. The windows were dark, she was sure. The stars that she saw there were of her own making, the flittering remnants of her own fading vision. She remained there for a long time, held aloft by a man determined to squeeze the life out of her and helpless to defend herself. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, her brown eyes closed and the woman known as Elle Mental surrendered to her fate.
“Yes!” Sergeant Steel’s muffled voice exclaimed from within the comfortable cleavage of his defeated opponent. “It has worked out even better than I planned. By resisting me as she did, the super tramp has made my victory all the sweeter. Now, people will know that it was I that defeated her, not simply the controller belt!”
He dropped the girl’s limp form to the ground unceremoniously. She groaned but did not move. He rolled her onto her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He walked to the center of the pit, dragging her seemingly lifeless body behind him. The crowd roared in excited anticipation. “Do her Steel!” one of them shouted.
“Fuck the bitch!” cried another.
Steel released the girl’s hair and allowed her head to slump to the ground. He removed his armored gloves and dropped them beside her. He dropped down on top of the heroine, straddling her rib cage with his knees. He lifted her flaccid arms and positioned them above her head. He dropped her hands on the ground and slowly ran his fingers down across her elbows and over her shoulders. He gently, almost soothingly, caressed her face. Then, with sudden and unexpected violence, he gripped the collar of her silver jumpsuit and pulled on the cloth. The fabric tore easily, leaving the darkly tanned flesh of the beautiful girl exposed from the top of her nape to the dimple of her bellybutton.
The crowd shouted its approval as Elle’s large round tits popped out from under her destroyed costume. Even now, as she lay on her back, her youthful breasts stood tall and firm. Sergeant Steel
paused long enough to allow a camera drone to fly into position and focus on the perfect, unblemished flesh of the large mounds.
The sensation of cool air caressing the flesh of her breasts caused the young heroine to stir. Sergeant Steel was pleased to see his victim’s eyes open a crack. She looked up at him helplessly. “Good to see that you are awake,” he commented with a grin. “Having you conscious will make this all the more pleasurable.”
The aging soldier unfastened the top button on his pants and unzipped the crotch. “Now you will see why they call me the Steel Dragon!” he said with obvious pride.
Elle groaned in muted protest as her foe reached inside his pants and removed his quickly swelling member. He slapped the thick muscle down on the center of her chest. She raised her head to view it more closely. She stared at the thing with a mixture of irrepressible curiosity and stark terror as it began to lengthen. Right in front of her eyes, the serpentine-like muscle quickly and almost magically grew until finally reaching its full, eight-inch length. Large veins protruded from its thick shaft. A knobby head and single eye returned her gaze menacingly. Lying heavily on top of her chest, the hard pole felt like a hot rod of newly forged iron.
Elle’s head fell back to the cold earth as she realized what was about to happen. Her hands remained above her head, her fingers enmeshed in long strands of her hair and seemingly to weak even to move. Her legs lay flat against the ground. The weight of her foe, sitting atop her stomach, kept her pinned. Her back still ached from the abuse it had endured. She was beaten. Her first match in the Games had been a disaster. It might very well be her last, she knew.
Sergeant Steel’s hands cupped her tits. The virtuous heroine flinched as uninvited fingers began to knead her fleshy mounds. His thumbs flicked across her nipples. The crowd cheered in approval of his actions. More cameras zoomed in for a close-up as his digits danced across her vulnerable flesh. He worked her tits like an old pro, determined, it would seem, not only to rape her but also to humiliate her.
“I’m going to make sure you like this,” he said so that only she could hear. “I want everyone to know that you enjoyed being raped by the Steel Dragon.”
“Please… no…” Elle moaned.
“And in the future, every time someone mentions your name, the first thought that will come to their mind is, ‘Oh, yeah—She was the hot bitch that got raped by Sergeant Steel. Man, he fucked her good!’”
“You are… a pig…”
“Maybe so,” Steel agreed while continuing the relentless breast massage. “But after tonight, I will be a famous pig.”
The assault continued. Elle’s tits had been under her relentless foe’s fingers for over two minutes, yet the audience did not seem ready to tire of the sight anytime soon. The beautiful young heroine did not have to raise her head and look to know that her nipples were swelling and that her buds were now like sharp little points. She moaned softly as erotic sensations began to emanate from her tormented mounds. She bit her lower lip in an attempt to control the unwanted feelings.
“The cameras will capture it all,” her foe cooed excitedly at the sight of her distress. “The cameras will show that I brought you off and that you enjoyed every second of it.” “No…”
“People will know you for what you truly are—a super slut. The tape of our match will sell in every video store in the city. People will see you for the whore you really are.”
“But my… reputation…”
“Will be destroyed,” the Sergeant answered. “When people see you getting raped—and liking it—your reputation as a super-heroine will be forever ruined.”
Elle moaned helplessly as her attacker continued to rub her tits. His fingers were like magic. Despite her best efforts to resist, unwanted feelings were being aroused inside of her. Her pussy was getting wet. To her disdain, a second camera drone positioned itself above her knees and began video taping the growing spot of moisture now staining the crotch of her bodysuit.
“What’s the matter, Elle?” Sergeant Steel said loudly enough to be overheard by the microphones above the pit. “Why do you not resist? Are you enjoying this? Are you enjoying being raped?”
Elle closed her eyes and again tried to fight back the sensations emanating from her tortured tits. Her nipples were hard and swollen. Each stroke across their surfaces made her want to scream in erotic agony. Tears of humiliation moistened her eyes. She was still too weak, she knew. She was powerless to fight back.
The hot shaft of man-flesh between her breasts seemed almost to burn her skin. It served to arouse her almost as much as the fingers dancing across her chest. Knowing that it was there, resting heavily between her tits, filled Elle with a dreadful anticipation. Suddenly, as if reading her expressions, her attacker pressed inward on her breasts and used her aching mounds to envelope the hot shaft. “Noooo…” she moaned helplessly.
“Now I am going to titty-fuck you!” he stated in joy.
From her place beside the pit, Jody Walker looked on with increasing frustration. She wanted more than anything to rush to her friend’s aid, to leap into the combat pit and pull the haughty MCT sergeant off of Elle and give him a sound thrashing. But she knew that she could not—Any one of the guards surrounding the arena could quickly activate her controller belt and put an end to her rescue attempt.
Jody’s gaze shifted from the scene being played out inside the pit to the crowd of spectators in the bleachers. The people sickened her. How could they be enjoying such a perverse event, she wondered? How could they sit by while an innocent young woman was being humiliated? How could they cheer for such a thing?
But they were not cheering, she noticed. An odd hush had come over the audience. Those that had brought binoculars were now using them to zoom in on the action. This is what they had come to see, after all. The displays of fighting skill and mutant powers were all fine and well, of course, but what they really paid their money to see was the rape of beautiful female mutants like the virtuous young brunette now being hosed in the center of the pit. It explained why the vast majority of the spectators were male. Like a porno movie, they wanted their sex to be raw and unpretentious. They wanted violent, in the dirt, forced sex.
What was more surprising, at least to the virtuous Jody, was the number of women in the crowd. A few of them, she correctly supposed, were lesbians and possessed desires not dissimilar to those of their male counterparts. But, in truth, a larger number were heterosexual and for the most part normal, if such a word could be used to describe people who voluntarily attended such events as the MCT Games. Their desire to see the brunette raped was no less than that of the male and lesbian fans, though the reason for it was quite different. For these women did not fantasize about being the conqueror, as did the others, but rather the conquered. With excited and secretive abandon, these women lustfully projected themselves into the role of the defeated super-fem. In their mind’s eye, they became the powerful woman warrior now made helpless. They became the beautiful super-girl being titty-fucked in the center of the combat pit by a well-endowed and capable male opponent.
Jody’s gaze returned to the action in the pit. She again looked down on the powerless form of her gorgeous friend. Elle was defenseless. Though conscious, she did not fight back. Her femininely muscled arms remained still above her head as her breasts were ravished. Her incredibly long legs remained flat against the ground as the hard cock of her opponent thrust time after time through her soft cleavage.
It was a fantasy not unfamiliar, Jody knew. The erotic dream which now filled the minds of so many of the female spectators had frequently played in her own imagination. Thoughts of being defeated, of being raped—Such erotic imagery had often worked its way into her consciousness as she battled against good-looking, well-endowed, opponents. Even now, as she witnessed the utter defeat and humiliation of her beautiful friend, Jody found that she was helpless to look away. Her eyes hungered for more. Her breasts felt warm. Her pussy tingled.
“Stop it!” the angelic blonde commanded herself in silent disgust. “It is the Sartak that makes you feel such things!”
But Jody could not look away. Like the women in the audience, she projected herself into the role of Elle. In her mind, it was she that was being titty-fucked. She was the beautiful brunette being ravished. It was her nipples that were swollen beyond recognition. It was her pussy that was getting wet and her jumpsuit that was being stained.
No, the cheers and shouts of the audience had long since faded. The spectators now watched in silent fascination as the humiliation of the gorgeous girl continued. In each spectator’s mind, a sexual fantasy was lived. As Sergeant Steel’s large cock was thrust back and forth, time after time, between Elle’s perfect boobs, the sexual energy of the crowd continued to grow. Finally, their pent up energies having reached an irrepressible pitch, the audience as one demanded that the final act be played. “Do it, Sergeant Steel!” they shouted. “Do it now!”
The man in the pit raised his head and grimaced. His own sexual energy was a match for that of the audience. He strained to contain it while once more thrusting his hot rod deep between the soft cleavage of the beautiful girl’s swollen breasts. But he could hold onto it no longer. The demon in his loins demanded release.
With a groan of exultant resignation, Sergeant Steel released the girl’s tits and freed his stiff shaft from the warm embrace of her soft skin. His seed exploded across her chest like mayonnaise from a squeeze bottle, erupting from his man-gun in several powerful streams. After covering her chest with the sticky white fluid, he leaned back and breathed deeply the sweet smell of victory. “Yes!” he cried aloud. “The Steel Dragon is triumphant!”
Jody, suddenly ashamed of the tingling sensations coursing uncontrollably though her body, whispered silently in the direction of her fallen friend. “Oh, Elle… I am so sorry!” The cameras pulled back to take a wider shot as the MCT Sergeant raised himself off of his defeated opponent and stood above her. He looked down on her prone figure a final time before strutting off to revel in the cheers of the audience. The cameras followed him, watching through their glass eyes as he raised his arms in the air and shouted triumphantly. Only one, a single camera drone operated by remote control from inside the production trailer, remained focused on the fallen heroine. The drone watched as the lithe brunette struggled up onto her right elbow. It recorded the image of her wiping away the spent semen of her foe with her left hand. Her fingers, dirty from the floor, left a streak of sticky grim across her chest. She looked at her hand in disgust and wiped it off on the torn fabric of her costume. With what seemed to be a great effort, she pulled herself up onto her knees. Pain stabbed through her injured back but a look of steely determination consumed her sultry features. She labored to get to her feet. She stood there, in the center of the pit, and turned to face her celebrating foe.
“Steel!” she demanded above the cheers of the raucous crowd. “We are not done, yet! You will pay early for what you have done to me!”
The exuberant sergeant could barely believe his eyes. “What’s this? Have you completely lost your mind, girl? The match might have ended, but you insist on continuing? Will you not be satisfied until I destroy you utterly?”
Elle spat on the ground. “I will fight until the end to defend my honor!”
The audience cheered at this unexpected turn of events. They were quite eager, it seemed, to see the one sided match continue. But from their ranks, a sole voice cried out in opposition. “Elle, no! You are too weak to continue! Stop this madness, now!”
Jody’s voice was drowned out by the roar of the crowd. The determined brunette could not, or would not, hear her. But the beautiful blonde could see that her friend was in no condition to go on with the battle. Elle had been badly weakened by the electrical shock discharged from the controller belt. Her spine had been nearly shattered by the bear hug hold. Her physical strength was failing fast even if her desire to continue was still strong.
But Elle was resolute. Her unwavering pride insisted that she fight to the bitter end. And in her mind, she was sure that she could win. Sergeant Steel was nothing more than a normal man, after all. He did not possess any super powers. He was not a mutant. His only salvation was his high tech body armor and Elle was fully prepared to rip it from his body if that was what it would take to defeat him.
“You will pay dearly for what you have done to me, pig!” she snarled again. “I will make you regret having ever stepped foot in this damnable pit!”
Sergeant Steel quickly tucked his still swollen member back inside his pants. He fastened the zipper and button. As he faced off with the infuriated heroine, a brief instance of doubt entered his mind. He remembered well the battle in the street only a few nights previous. Elle Mental had single-handedly dismantled almost his entire squad. Only he had survived more or less unscathed.
The Sergeant looked down at his right hand. His thumb was still bruised and swollen. It was an injury he owed to the slender hellcat. Had it not been for his mates, coming to his rescue, she would have surely hurt him even more. But in the end, he reminded himself, it had been his wrestling skill that had saved the day. He had tortured her spine with a Herculean backbreaker hold. The devastating grapple had put an end to the fiery young heroine’s furious rage and gleaned victory from the maw of defeat.
And earlier in this battle, he remembered, he had used a bear hug hold to wring the fighting spirit out of the girl. Perhaps that was her weakness, he wondered? Perhaps attacking her slender back was the key to defeating her once and for all?
The aging soldier closed the distance between them. If he could just get his hands on her, he thought, he could quickly put an end to her arrogant defiance.
“Come here, girl!” he demanded. “Come here and let me squeeze the life out of--” The beautiful brunette leapt forward with cat-like speed and agility. Her left hand drove into his stomach. Her right forearm thudded against his cheek. A knee lift slammed into his jaw. The reeling sergeant stumbled backward. A powerful kick to his groin doubled him over and dropped him to the ground.
“You want me?” the enraged heroine screamed. “Here I am!”
Elle stepped forward and drove a kick to her foe’s ribcage. The blow spun him over and rolled him across the dirt floor of the pit. She followed behind and quickly prepared for her next attack. As the soldier climbed to his hands and knees, she leaned over him and wrapped her arm around his throat. She locked the hold in tight, determined to choke the life out of the man.
Sergeant Steel gasped for air. His opponent’s forearm was clamped across his windpipe. Her hands were locked together. Strength alone would not be enough to break the hold, he knew. But he needed to act fast if he was going to survive.
The man struggled to get his feet beneath him. He stood, lifting his slender attacker off the ground with him. She clung close to his back and wrapped her incredibly long legs around his waist. She drove her forearm deeper into his throat. For a moment his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He gagged. His tongue fell out of his mouth. But he was not yet finished. He still had one chance.
The Sergeant forced his feet to move. He staggered across the ground. His clumsy gate turned into a trot and then a run. His speed increased as he approached the concrete wall of the combat pit. At the last moment, he spun and flung himself backwards into the immovable barrier. The hard surface did not give as he and his foe alike slammed against it.
Elle cried out in pain as her already injured back was smashed against the hard wall. Her hold on Steel’s neck loosened. A second smash into the wall caused her legs unwrap from around his waist. A third caused her to lose her grip almost entirely. She hung there, suspended atop his back and off the ground, her hands clutching his broad shoulders weakly.
Steel raised his right arm over his head and reached behind him. His hand clamped down on the back of the heroine’s neck. He leaned forward and pulled her limp body over his shoulder. She crashed to the earth in front of him, landing on her ass. Her head flopped forward and sent a spray of brown hair and perspiration flying through the air. He straightened up and took several deep breaths.
“Nice try, super tramp. I’ll give you credit. You almost had me that time. A few more seconds and I might have been finished.”
The heroine mumbled an unintelligible response and forced her long legs to draw up under her. She rose to her knees. Though her spine felt as if it had been broken, she was determined to continue fighting.
Sergeant Steel clamped his hands down on the young beauty’s shoulders. “Stay down, bitch! It’s time for you to feel some real pain.”
Elle groaned loudly as her sadistic opponent drove the tips of his fingers into her trapezius muscles. He pressed down on her from above, using his body weight and leverage to increase the force applied by the hold. The pressure was intense and debilitating. The flow of blood to Elle’s neck, shoulders, and arms was restricted.
The heroine’s arms fell limply to her sides. Her head drooped forward. Her chin rested on the bare skin of her upper chest. Her long hair hid her face from the view of the probing cameras. She
slumped down on her knees, the back of her thighs pressing tightly against her calves. She groaned again, this time loud enough for the fascinated audience to hear, and did not try to escape the vicious hold. “It is all over, now,” Steel stated confidently from behind her.
Elle tried to ignore the boasts of her opponent. She knew that the only thing saving her from certain defeat was that the Sergeant had removed his gloves earlier in the match. Though his fingers were exerting tremendous pressure on her trapezius muscles, without the cybernetically enhanced power of his gloves they lacked the killer strength necessary to finish her off. She planned to rest for a moment, then escape his hold and launch a counterattack.
“I am not finished, yet!” the gorgeous heroine suddenly shouted while reaching behind her and feeling for his ankles with her hands. “I will never be subdued!”
Elle used the last of the failing strength in her arms to pull the man’s feet out from under him. As she expected, he instinctively released his hold on her shoulders in an effort to break his fall. It was all the opening she needed. Rolling forward, she somersaulted back into the middle of the pit and came up in a crouch, her hands at the ready and prepared to—
“Ooooh!” the virtuous brunette moaned while losing her balance and toppling onto her side. “Must have been in the hold… for too long… feel lightheaded…”
For several long moments, the dazed heroine lay on the ground while the world spun around her. Cameras zoomed in for close-ups of her magnificent body, filming every curve and line of her athletic figure. One camera focused on her bare tits. Another captured her round hips and powerful thighs. Yet another photographed her from behind and recorded her firm, perfectly shaped ass. “Must continue… to fight…”
Once again, the valiant heroine pulled her weary body up onto her knees. But her relentless opponent, uninjured from his backward fall, was already on top of her. He approached from behind, as if intent on reapplying the hold on her trapezius. Instead, though, he reached down and grabbed her wrists. “Nice escape, girl. Now let’s see how you do with this one--”
Elle grimaced as her arms were pulled backward and wrenched straight out behind her. She cried out in pain as the point of her opponent’s knee slammed into the center of her back. She nearly passed out as his kneecap dug into her tortured spine.
“Aaaarrrggghhh!” she cried in agony as her back was painfully arched.
“You will not get free this time,” Steel assured the struggling heroine. “But what do you say we give the cameras a good show before I finish you off?”
Elle groaned loudly as her opponent’s knee pressed harder into her spine and arched her back even more. A remote controlled camera drone zoomed in front of her to capture the sight of her naked breasts being thrust out from her chest. Her swollen nipples were videotaped in up-close detail, the camera hovering just feet from her body.
“No…” the beautiful heroine moaned as the torture of her spine—and humiliation of her spirit— continued.
Sergeant Steel continued to hold the defenseless girl’s arms behind her, gripping them by the wrists and using them to both restrain her and add leverage to the cruel hold. The muscles of her shoulders rippled but he could tell that she no longer possessed the strength required to escape. He was in complete control of the wench. He could continue to torture her for as long as he wished. He could hold her for as long as—
“No!” the girl cried out again, this time more forcefully. To the Sergeant’s surprise, she suddenly pulled her right leg upward and positioned her foot firmly on the ground. A swell of strength surged through her body. Using his knee almost as a brace, she abruptly and unexpectedly launched herself off the ground and thrust her left leg forward.
“What are you doing?” Steel asked in confusion.
But the soldier quickly discovered that the kick was not an attack on him, or even an attempt at escape. Instead, the heroine’s foot impacted solidly with the camera drone in front of her. The metal orb flew backward through the air like a well-struck soccer ball before slamming into the unforgiving concrete wall of the pit and falling broken to the ground. The drone teetered and rolled for a few moments, its lens cracked and its metal casing dented. Exposed electronics sputtered in a final death throw as the device met its final end.
“Holy shit, girl!” Sergeant Steel exclaimed. “Those spy drones are expensive! Major Justice is going to be pissed off!”
“As if I care!” the reenergized heroine snarled while wrenching her wrists away from his hands. “The cameras violate my honor almost as much as do you!”
She turned and struck him with a backhanded swipe across the face. A front mule kick sent him tumbling backward across the pit. She ran to meet him as he got up, leaping through the air and crashing into his chest with a well-timed cross body block. They fell together, her body coming down on top of his and kicking up a large cloud of dust.
From the trickle of blood dripping from her opponent’s mouth, Elle knew that she had done the man some real damage for a change, though the feel of his groping fingers rubbing across her breasts indicated that he was still as arrogant as ever. She slapped his hands away and drove a double axe handle chop down on his chest. She attempted to strike him a second time but he managed to grab her wrists and hold her at bay.
The two combatants grappled with one another for several seconds. Elle was on top but her foe remained the stronger of the two and held her off. Knowing that the contest of strength would ultimately end in a draw, the gorgeous brunette yanked her hands away, planted her feet, and rolled away.
“Your body armor will not save you,” she stated confidently while rising into a crouch. “My natural fighting skill shall overcome your artificial enhancements!”
Sergeant Steel also rose to his feet. “You underestimate the abilities of my suit, super-tramp. Unlike your muscles, the cybernetic implants weaved into its fabric will never tire. My strength will never fail. I am invulnerable!”
“Let us see!” Elle shouted while launching herself toward the man. “Let us see if you can withstand my furious assault!”
The leggy brunette’s attack was swift and spectacular. Her fists flew through the air like bolts of lightning. The impact of her kicks resounded through the arena like thunder. Time an again, a hapless Sergeant Steel was knocked backwards. Time and again he was battered across the combat pit.
“Now I shall finish you!” Elle cried while charging the man for a final attack. “Another cross body block should do the trick!”
The brave heroine leapt into the air and aimed her lithe body at her staggering foe. She slammed into his chest with great force. She could hear him grunt in pain. She could feel him wobble backward. She could see the look of desperation on his face as he—
“What?” the surprised heroine asked aloud when her foe did not topple over. “You remain standing? But how--”
Sergeant Steel’s powerful arms wrapped beneath the heroine’s body and he held her aloft. “It is as I said, girl. The cybernetic implants never tire. Though you batter me about the pit, I remain as strong as when we first began!”
Elle squirmed within the groping hands of her foe as he lifted her higher into the air. He held her there, parallel to the ground and at shoulder level, showing off for the crowd. Then, all at once, he dropped down onto his left knee. His right leg extended forward and he slammed the stunned girl back first down across his thigh.
The beautiful brunette screamed in agony as her already injured spine was wrapped like a bow over the top of her opponent’s leg. The backbreaker maneuver had been executed perfectly. Her legs, bent at the knees and slightly parted, were paralyzed. Her arms drooped lifelessly beneath her. The tops of her hands rested softly against the surface of the ground. Her head slumped downward, stretching her swan-like neck to its full length. Her long brown hair fell in bundles to the dirt floor. Her eyes stared at a suddenly inverted world in helpless bewilderment. She knew, as did everyone else in the arena, that she was finished.
A victorious Sergeant Steel allowed the helpless girl to remain stretched out across his leg. He looked down in pleasure at the sight of her naked breasts jutting upward into the air. Gripping the fabric of her costume with his hands, he lengthened the revealing tear so that it extended down across her lean stomach and beneath her trimmed pubic hairs. His smile broadened at the sight of her womanhood, now revealed for both he and the audience to examine. He pulled back the final remnants of fabric so that a nearby camera drone could zoom in and examine her precious secrets in minute detail.
As if in response to the camera’s silent request, the Steel Dragon used his fingers to gently pull back the soft folds of skin covering Elle’s moist hole. The middle finger of his right hand probed her tight opening, dipping just inside before pulling back out. He lowered his head and blew soft puffs of air down across her exposed clitoris. He slid his finger inside her box a second time, this time leaving it in place and wiggling it side to side.
“Why do you not resist, Elle?” he asked mockingly. “Is it that you want me to bring you off?” “No…” the defenseless young woman moaned without raising her head. “You must not…” “Oh, but I must,” he interrupted. “I must show everyone just what a little slut you are.” The brunette languished atop the leg of her unrelenting foe. The pain in her spine was subsiding,
being replaced with an all-engulfing numbness that seemed to quickly spread throughout her limp body. Her legs remained paralyzed. Her arms, too, were distant and unfeeling. Blood was rushing into her head, clouding her vision. The sound of her beating heart thundered in her ears. All she could feel, it seemed, was the thick finger probing her wet pussy and the puffs of warm air caressing her swelling clit. “Please… do not…”
Through her flickering vision, Elle could see a camera drone hovering in front of her face. She tried to mask her expressions, to hide the erotic sensations that were consuming her slender body. She could not reveal that she was aroused. She could not let on that an orgasm was building in her loins.
The finger penetrated her more deeply. It played with her gently, searching out her most sensitive regions in a determined but patient attempt to find her g-spot. The suffering beauty bit her lip in an attempt to hold back the overwhelming sensations. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the outside world.
Without removing his finger, Sergeant Steel began flicking at the heroine’s swollen clit with his thumb. A single drop of love juice dripped from the girl’s wet hole and fell to the ground. “Are you enjoying this, Elle?”
“No…”
The beautiful girl’s reply was desperate, as if she were a fibbing child trying without hope to convince her parents of the truth of a lie. But the camera drone photographing her face detected the truth. It captured the image of her full red lips forming a perfect circle as she mumbled the word. “No…”
It videotaped the desire in her lips. It witnessed a hunger for the round shaft of her opponent’s thick cock.
“Oh, god, no…”
The camera photographed her swollen breasts, jutting upward from atop her arched chest, as they heaved yet higher into the air in unison with her ever quickening pants.
“Show us what a slut you are, Elle.”
She moaned loudly as the finger in her pussy drove inward to its full length. It was stroking her deep inside, now. Its soft, relentless caresses were driving her wild. She could not control the reactions of her body. Her clit was swollen to its maximum size. The determined thumb of her opponent was devastating her. Each rub across its sensitive surface made her want to scream in ecstatic agony. “Show us!”
Surely, no torture could be so cruel! No torment could be so wicked! She could no longer hold back the feelings. She could no longer resist the fate that awaited her. She was beaten. She was defeated. It was over. It was all—
“No—no—no—aaahhh…”
Her climax was released like the flood from an overflowing dam. Her exhausted body barely convulsed but a stream of womanly juices gushed from her tormented hole. Sergeant Steel removed his finger just in time to avoid the spurting fluids. He gripped the girl by the thighs and spread her legs wider so that a camera drone could get a better view of the orgasm. It recorded Elle’s juices as they washed out from her hole and dripped to the ground. The dry dirt absorbed the sweet liquid rapidly, eventually leaving little more than a pancake size stain to mark the event.
Showing little concern for his defeated victim, Sergeant Steel rose to his feet and allowed her unmoving body to fall to the ground. She fell on her hip and then rolled forward onto her stomach. Her
eyes remained closed. A soft moan escaped her lips. It was clear to every spectator in the arena that she would not rise and continue to fight this time.
The victorious sergeant took a deep breath and walked toward the wall of the pit. He raised his hands and took energy from the applause of the crowd. He paused and lifted his head to bask in the glory of his achievement. He had defeated the great Elle Mental. He had humiliated and raped her. This was perhaps the greatest moment of his life.
Not wanting it to end, Steel turned and looked back at Elle. He watched as the private leaned over her body and returned the controller belt to her waist. With the help of his partner, the private lifted her up and carried her to the far wall. Guards above reached down and grabbed the limp beauty by the arms before lifting her up and out of the pit. They laid her down there, in front of the line female mutants still waiting for their turn to fight.
One of the mutants, the blonde newcomer known as Ms. Marvelous, came forward and kneeled next to the defeated fighter. She checked on Elle’s condition before rising back to her feet. The tall heroine and the Sergeant locked eyes. He met her gaze boldly, wondering if he might not be able to defeat her, as well. She was reputed to be very strong, but had not Elle Mental also been strong?
Still, the burning hatred that he saw in the blonde’s eyes made him think twice. There was something about this beautiful warrior that suggested caution might be the most prudent course of action. And in any case, he had achieved his goal. He had gambled his health and his reputation on the bet that he could defeat Elle Mental in the Games, and he had won. There was no reason to risk it all on a fight with Ms. Marvelous.
And yet, he wondered while turning away, the powerful blonde might be just as big a slut as her dark-haired friend. Or was that not a spot of moisture that he spied in the crotch of her jumpsuit?