A Day in the Arena (Azayzal and Minderbinder)

[Minderbinder]

They said that one's freedom was never easily bought, and yet even so this was ridiculous. The offer had come in only the night before, an unsightly gentlemen of generous paunch and a wicked grin bringing it forth. He'd told her that he was the owner of an arena, packed away in the grimy recesses of the city. It was a place where battle upon battle took place, soul clashing against soul in a desperate bid for victory. Nestled in the back of her cell, wrists nearly raw from being bound so tightly, the eighteen year old could do little more than scowl as her own baggy eyes met his leer. Battle? Absurd, she'd told herself. She'd never fought with a weapon, let alone wielded one. She hardly looked the sort either. While hardly petite, the girl was a bit on the small side. Yet, as the man had been quick to correct her, the battles fought within his arena were hardly a test of weaponry and bloodshed. They were...of a different variety.

Body against body, soul against a soul. Fierce kisses, teasing caresses, and so much more. Though it was a test of submission, it was more of mind than body. What he'd said was hard to believe at first, her nearly-empty stomach churning with a mixture of disgust and bafflement. Such honeyed words, and yet what it came down to was something beyond depraved. Did he think that all her pride had been squandered? That she'd get on her knees and lap up the first opportunity to come about? Yet, while the temptation to throw the offer back in the man's face was certainly there, something made her dwell upon it. It was the prize. A chance for freedom, a chance to escape her cell and to live life as she pleased. No more stale food, no more being treated with scorn, and so much more. Would she risk humiliation for such a chance?

The answer was obvious.


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She'd been awoke near the crack of dawn, and dragged out by a pair of guards. Her morning meal consisted little more than stale bread, and her shower was a couple buckets of freezing water thrown over her form. Once she was 'prepared', Len was taken towards her destination. The place was located near the northern end of the city, where the modest buildings gave way to a den of depravity. Dirt and grime grew in abundance, and even a whiff of the air was enough to make Len feel almost sick. The arena itself was hardly any better, and as they arrived the girl was shuffled over into a 'preparation' room. A comb was dragged through long, raven hair...doing away with several knots that had built up. The dirt that the frigid water had failed to get rid of was quickly cleaned away, and finally the girl found her outer clothing stripped away. Finally, with all said and done, the girl was brought forth into the arena proper.

It was simple in design, circular in shape and fairly spacious. The floor itself was made of fine sand, the grains moving about beneath her bare toes as she was pushed out. Quickly straightening out, the girl's cheeks would grow flush as she felt the countless people above staring down at her. Whistles overcame the dull din, and quickly she wrapped her arms around herself. Clad only in her underwear, the early morning sun danced across her milky skin. Cheeks still rosy, her eyes moving from the leering crowds towards the opposite end of the arena and onto her opponent. And as her eyes fell upon who she'd be up against, her heart nearly took a leap.

A...a woman!?

 

[Azayzal]

Vanis stood the opposite end of the Arena, the sand comfortable between her toes as she was stared at from up high. This is where she belonged, tonight's match was offered after the crowd had grown bored of half heart'd matches they wanted to see a fighter with real terror in her eyes, one that was fighting for more than being the one doing the fucking. Licking her cherry lips, the short redhead girl stared with her emerald eyes into the opponent, not an ounce of worry crossed her face and she stood so naturally that it was almost like she wasn't completely naked but I guess that is what happens when you fight in an arena like this for so long. Vanis looked over the newbie she admired her looks and if she could get some more food and a little bit of a clean up she might even pass as a suitable companion.

Vanis at first outright rejected the offer to fight, she was tired of fighting newbies they always were much easier but once the offer to take ownership of the losing girl well that changed her mind completely. She gave them details on what she wanted in the girl she wanted to fight, a girl she could take and actually be attracted too. They had done a good job of finding such a girl, Vanis couldn't take her eyes off the timid dear. Vanis had started fighting here months back after she heard about it, since she had hit her 30's she had become very conscious of being attractive to people, but here she was not only worshiped for her body but her natural talent at the sport. The busty, short, redhead with a curvy body had worked her way into the scene and shone like a star.

Bending over to stretch caused the crowd to whistle, but she ignored them looking up at the girl and giving her a playful wink. "You're going to be mine" she teased from across the field speaking in a low whisper so only she could hear. As the announcer walked out onto his podium he waved for silence "Ladies and Gentlemen... tonight we have a special fight! Tonight we will see our beloved Vanis fight against a challenger who had more to lose then her pride... if she wins here she'll get her freedom and a handsome sum of gold too!" the crowd roared screams of "Fuck her up Vanis" echoed around the arena, Vanis merely smiled and waved at her adoring fans. "I promise when you're mine i'll fuck you nicely" she laughed at the girl before the announcer spoke again "And her challenger tonight is... former slave fighting for her chance at a new life... who knows maybe she can knock over our beloved Vanis..." at that a woman cried out "NOT BLOODY LIKELY" and the crowd laughed "Give it up for our entertainment tonight.. LEN" The crowd roared again they didn't care if she fought well they just wanted to see her fucked.

"Ladies get to the middle and shake hands then on the count of three you can begin" With that Vanis walked across the sand making her way to the marker in the middle holding her hand out for the girl. "Don't be so afraid Len... when I own you i'll see you eat right at least" she laughed again, it was a true laugh, soft but.. something was under it.

 

[Minderbinder]

The girl's eyes lingered at her opponent, an older woman with a mop of fiery hair. Her own gaze met Len's, and as she slowly mouthed out a taunt the girl felt a faint shiver run its way through her spine. Was this a mistake? How...why was she up against another woman? She'd been told nothing of the sort, nor had she even considered the possibility. Her own experiences in love were woefully limited, and even so the young girl had never really entertained the idea of allowing herself to fall into another woman's embrace. Would this woman change that? The cheering of the crowds, and the bombastic words of the announcer, suggested as much. Even still, the dark-haired girl was well aware that she couldn't afford to lose. This was a golden opportunity, and it'd take a fool to pass it up.

"...alright." As the announcer ordered them to move forward, Len was quick to do so. Nearly stumbling over her own two feet, a few distant chuckles accompanying the bumbling, she'd close the distance between. And as she neared, something washed over the girl. The woman before her was beautiful, that much was obvious. A generous body, fiery locks, and a set of lovely eyes. Yet, that wasn't what brought on the sensation. There was something else, the woman seemed to have a sort of presence that sent a faint shiver through Len's own body. "What in the...?"

Keeping her head down as Vanis spoke to her, trying her best to keep the taunt from getting to her, Len would grit her teeth and shake. Soon after, she'd pull away.

"Three..." The din of the crowd vanished within a second as the announcer spoke. Len could feel her own heart beating. "...two...one..."

I can do this...

"GO!"

And with that, it was on. Her mind a blur, her stomach squirming something fierce, Len did the first thing that came to mind. She threw herself forward, arms outreached as she attempted to grab hold of Vanis. If she could keep her from moving, from...doing whatever then maybe she'd have a chance. Even so, the girl's own movements were clumsy and even a child would've been able to see them coming from a mile away.

 

[Azayzal]

Vanis laughed, the clumsy movements of the girl with a simple side step the girl ran right past her, with that Vanis reached out grabbing her by her bra pulling it off and grabbing a kicking leg of the girl tripping her up with ease "They said you'd have more fight" she laughed as the girl fell to the floor face first into the sand.

The second she did Vanis was on top of her, already she was heating up, pinning the girls arms under her knees she reached back removing her panties from her kick legs. One had reaching and grabbing her head to control her, while she did her second hand dug into the now exposed cunt, fingers curling inside of her as she rubbed at the sensitive folds.

As they fought the crowd jeered and cheered as Vanis took control of the round, no one bothered to cheer for the other girl knowing how this fight was going to go already.

"Ladies and Gentlemen Vanis has quickly put the new girl into a submissive hold and begins her brutal assault on the girls cunt" He put much over emphasis into his words as he screamed to the crowd, all eyes now upon the pair as Len struggled in the sand under Vanis.