The Arena by Vicki Today will be my last contest (one way or the other). I have served as a house slave, since I was 14 years old, it has been 12 years since my family was killed, and I was taken into slavery by these murdering warlords. I have been here for 6 months now, having been victorious in my previous 11 challenges, I can now win my freedom. I have earned the name 'Victoria', having killed 8 men and 3 women. With a dozen victories, I will be free... I'm not the same person, sent here only a few months ago. The shock of being accused of treason, simply to please the senators wife, has long since pasted. After all, a slave girl is expendable. He never did get the best of me, the fat bastard. I never dreamed of harming anyone, but, now killing is as easy as waking up in the morning. I cried for a week after my first engagement. They were delighted, as I avoided harming, the poor waif they pitted against me. Even though, neither of us had fought before, our match was little more than an appetizer that day. We danced around for an eternity, until the master archer grew inpatient. Launching an arrow between us as a warning, we both knew the next one, would hit flesh. I thought then of ending it all, at that very moment, simply drop my sword, and endure either the sting of the archer or the blade of my opponent. Either death would have been welcome, compared to the spectacle of this deadly game. But, I knew those watching would have too much pleasure in my death. I WILL win my freedom and when I do, I will use the skills I learn here. Join with others, and the roles will be reversed. I will have my freedom, I will live to fight again.... With a sudden rush of adrenalin, I lunge forward. The poor fool didn't even know she was dead, as my sword penetrated her chest. The sword supporting her breasts as she rolled her head back, her arms drop, her shield and weapon falls to the ground... As my senses return, I realize, I'm holding her up by my sword. Dangling like a rag doll, her head sagging, eyes wide open, starring at the sun, her feet barely touching the ground. I stand there holding her dead body at the end of my sword, as if I were watching from the gallery. All at once, the sound of the cheering crowd, thunders through my head. I drop the blade as if it were hot steel. I step back as the dead girl falls to the ground like a fallen fawn. I gaze down at my victim, I murdered her and I never even knew who she was or were she came from. I notice her feet, now crossed at the ankle, lying before me on the ground. I kneel down. My eye is fixed on the shiny object on her small foot. I take her foot in my hand and remove the tiny ring from her toe. With tears running down my cheek, I stand. Holding the ring in the palm of my hand. The crowd is going wild. Why are they so happy? If only it were their chests, with my sword in it.... I turn to run from the arena. I glance back and see two guards dragging the dead girl by her feet, each with a leg under his arm. Her arms tossed back, her hair trailing, as she is dragged to the pile of fallen warriors, I run out. That was then, this is now. Now, I face YOU in the Arena. One of us will win freedom, one of us will earn a warrior's death. Although, you are my toughest adversary yet, I would have no remorse in killing you. How many times have you told me, you will wear my toe-ring around your neck, after you take it from my lifeless body. My reply is always the same, "I will kiss the soles of your feet, my love. After, I have kissed you with my sword". We enter the arena from opposite ends. We both remove our sandals and walk barefoot to the center of the pit. You are wearing only a loin cloth and no other covering. I have on a white tunic without the restriction of other clothing. I see your eyes glance down at the tiny ring on my toe. You look back up at me and smile. "Not today", I reply. We stand shoulder to shoulder as the guard hands us our katana and shields. The blades are heavy, but, I can handle mine, after many hours of training. I have seen your expertise with the sword. We face off and take a fighting stance. The drum beats three times and we begin on the third beat. I jump to your left, knowing you would lung forward, I hit you in the back with my elbow as you pass. You turn and smile. I take my right foot and kick, plant it squally on your neck, knocking you to your knees. I follow-up with a round kick to the side of your head. You stumble and kneel, resting on your hands. I come down with a flat kick, aimed at the back of your head. You roll to your side and I miss. Damn... You look angry now, your not going to toy with me, as you originally wanted too. The embarrassment of being knocked down by this wiry bitch, has filled you with rage. A small spot of blood is on your lip. You wipe if off, grab your sword and square off, wild with anger. You stare deep into my eyes. We watch each other for a moment. You lunge forward again. We lock swords, I parry right, but, as I do, you reach your muscular arm around my throat and hold. Under your tight squeeze, I drop my sword. You pick me up and slam me to the ground. With my wind knocked out, lying on my back, I look up to see you above me, standing at my head. I can see under your loin cloth into your groin. Half conscious, I'm starring at your partial erection. My mind wonders. I hear your laughter. I quickly roll over, grab the katana, and slash at the back of your leg, grazing you in the thigh. In a quick reflex motion you swing around and your fist lands squally on the side of my face, knocking me back to the ground. You walk to me, looking down at my glaring eyes. Lying on my back, I feel the cool air as it soothes my sweating body. My tunic now torn, barely hangs on my body. My legs, pelvis, stomach, and breast totally exposed, as I lay there looking up at you. "Kill the Bitch, Kill that Barefoot Bitch", the crowd yells. You stare down at me, as an arrow from the master archer's bow, lands in the ground next to your feet. You look up at the gallery, without further hesitation, you plant your sword deep into my chest... In a quick reflex action, my knees pull up towards my stomach, my head raises, as I grab the blade with both hands, hugging it with my arms, breasts, and legs. My whole body has arched up around your sword, like a flower clinging to a vine. For a second, time stands still, as I caress the shaft planted deep between my breasts. Placing your foot firmly on my belly, with a sudden motion, you pull the blade from my chest. My body jerks and my back arches in a sudden spasm, as I fall back to the ground. I grab for my chest and partially roll over on my side. In mid-stride, I gasp, and fall forward onto my stomach, DEAD. I lie face down, dead, at your feet. You look down at my firm ass and legs. You hear the cheer of the crowd. Taking the white rope from my tunic, you loop my ankles and drag me forward by my feet. My breasts and face making a trail in the sand, as you drag my lifeless body forward. You stop in front of the center box. With the top of your foot planted under my upper back, you kick me over. My body responds to your leg, as I roll over on my back. My arms stretched out above my head, eyes wide open, gazing into nothing. A new stream of blood flows from the corner of my mouth as the fluids mix in my lungs. You take the tunic, now lying in heap next to my naked corpse, and brush the sand off my face, chest, pelvis, and legs. You grab the rope tied to my ankles and pull my feet to you. Gazing at them for a moment, you remove the ring from my toe, placing it on your little finger. You drop the rope and my feet fall to the ground. "Here she is", you cry out, over my murdered form. The crowd roars! "Take her, take her now", they yell in unison. "My Freedom", you reply. "Take her", the mob yells loader. You look down and study your work. You are suddenly overcome by the moment. Finally it's over, this prize will only make it sweeter. You drop your loin cloth and raise you arms in triumph. Walking to my feet, you grab the rope and pull the soles of my feet to your groin. With both hands you pull them to you. With full erection, you message yourself with the soles of my feet. Suddenly, you throw my legs open and drop them to the ground. You kneel between my legs, and pull my torso to you. My limp body responds and melts into your chest. Grabbing one hand under my ass, you pull me to you and insert yourself deep inside me. Fully inserted, you drop me to the ground and begin to pump. Your shaft driving further inside me, as you continue to drive harder and harder.. You absorb the total victory, as you start to feel the pleasure of a rising volcano, mixing with all the emotion of the contest. The drum beats loudly, as you force each thrust. Loader.. loader.. deeper .. deeper... You were so engulfed in total intense emotion, you never felt the arrows, as they hit squarely in your back... You looked down at the arrowheads exiting your chest. You felt the semen explode into my cavity, as you feel forward and joined me in our freedom. Two more warriors are added to the heap today......