6 comments/ 54528 views/ 20 favorites Academy By: Brianna_Tease This is the first volume chronicling the adventures of Sierra Waycross. Sierra has a thirst for adventure living in a world that has evolved into sorcery and strange beasts. Being a desirable, young woman in training to be a gladiatrix, she often finds herself in situations that are sexual and erotic. The sexual content can get intense at times so enter at your own risk. * Sierra Waycross looked out the window of her spacious room where the Kingdom of Rahnd lay before her field of vision. Most budding young women would give anything for her life of privilege but she hated it. Being a daughter of one of the king's twelve advisors was a stifling existence full of monotony, protocol and very little freedom. With it being such a beautiful day, Sierra made her way to the pond that was a mile from the estate in which she lived. She did her usual flirting to get past the guards and soon reached her secluded location. No one ever came out this way so she considered it her own little piece of the world that was untouched by the duties of court life. When she reached the pond she wasted no time peeling off the layers of her court dress. It was always a liberating feeling as if she were shedding away a life that didn't represent who she really was. Completely nude, she found one of the giant Bandalla leaves and lay on it as she floated to the center of the pond. The sun's rays touched Sierra's naked body giving her a pleasant sensation. Often, she would envision a man caressing her like the sun did but the protocol of court life had forbidden her to be with a man even though she was now eighteen. Eventually, her parents would select a mate for her. The concept was repulsive to Sierra and was an affront to the core of her being that someone else would decide who she could love. Most likely, it would end up being a marriage of convenience to one of the pompous fools from a neighboring noble family. Sierra looked down her body, which had started to bronze over the past few weeks. Her parents were always furious when she came home with a golden tint. Ladies of the court were supposed to be fair skinned. In their minds, tan skin was for the working and peasant classes. Sierra smiled and wondered what her parents would think if they knew how complete her tan really was. After an hour in the sun, she dove into the water and swam the length of the pond. She came up out of the water, which now ran through her hair and down the voluptuous curves of her body. Her blonde hair had natural dark streaks throughout, which gave her an even more striking appearance. When dry, her hair cascaded in waves just past her shoulders. Her eyes were the color of sapphires and added to her allure. Sierra approached the shore and then her heart stopped. Someone was hiding in the bushes watching her. She carefully grabbed her towel and started drying off making sure that she kept herself covered as best she could. She didn't want to let on that she knew she was being watched, but her heart was pounding. She felt a little violated that her privacy had been invaded. Sierra grabbed her clothes and casually maneuvered herself behind a large rock to dress. As she was leaving, she tried to see who it was out of the corner of her eye. She realized that it was her father's stable hand, Jarod. She headed home and continued to act like she didn't know she was being watched. That night, Sierra lay in bed and couldn't sleep. Her mind kept wandering with thoughts of Jarod. He was about her age and she had always thought he was cute but never entertained any thoughts of him beyond that. They had probably only exchanged a few words over the years so why couldn't she get him out of her mind? That afternoon she had felt violated but now her thoughts on the encounter were strangely erotic. She felt a secret thrill about him watching her naked in the sun. When she finally slept, her dreams were tantalizing. The next day, Sierra made her way back to the pond. She hoped that Jarod would be hiding in the bushes again. She proceeded to strip out of her clothes, as always, but this time she felt a small hint of modesty and left her skimpy panties on. As she sunned herself on a Bandella leaf she kept her senses alert and soon came to the awareness that Jarod had arrived in his same hiding spot. A slight smile arched the corner of her mouth as devilish thoughts entered her mind. She couldn't believe that she was about to act on that wild spirit of hers that had been pent up all these years. Sierra swam up out of the water and walked up the shore bank. Water dripped off her feminine curves and her flimsy panties were almost transparent as they clung tightly. She walked casually and directly to the hiding spot where Jarod was. She heard him suck in his breath as she approached. Sierra cocked her head and asked him inquisitively, "Do you mind telling me what you are doing out here?" Jarod backed up to a tree and looked around nervously. He considered making a run for it, but the most erotic vision he had ever seen was standing just two feet in front of him. Sierra's hands were on her hips and her bountiful breasts thrust towards him with fully erect nipples. He resorted to stammering. "P-p-p-please, don't tell your father. He'll have me executed." Sierra came closer until her breasts were practically touching his shirt. "Now, we wouldn't want that, would we? Maybe we can make a deal and I'll consider not telling him." "Anything. Just please don't tell him." Sierra proceeded to unbutton Jarod's shirt. She still couldn't believe that she was acting out on her deepest and wildest impulses. "W-what are you doing?" Jarod stammered. "Well, I've never seen a man before -- not completely. Maybe you can show me what one looks like?" she purred as she slid his shirt off his shoulders. "I-I don't think this is a good idea. You're a daughter of nobility and I'm just a common stable hand." Sierra undid his belt buckle. "I won't tell if you won't," she teased. She slowly slid his pants down his legs. She held her breath as his manhood fell out of his pants before her eyes. It was already filled with his passion. She had heard stories from her friends but she had never seen one. It wasn't quite as large as they had described. Jarod's was about six inches in its fullness but she was still enchanted by the fact that she was the reason it was so engorged. She lightly touched it and ran her fingers down the length of it. "What are you doing? You said you only wanted to look at it." She ignored him and continued to stroke it softly and fondled the balls that were underneath his organ. His breathing became labored and he grew another inch as it was starting to pulsate. Sierra started to wonder what it tasted like. She remembered those late night, naughty discussions with her friends where things were described in detail so she decided that she wanted to see for herself. She got on her knees and lightly stuck her tongue on the bulging tip and proceeded to swirl it as he moaned. She then placed her mouth around the first inch and looked up at him. He was looking down at her in disbelief with his mouth agape. The very girl he'd always fantasized about had just put her mouth on his penis. A small giggle escaped her lips as she held it lightly between her teeth. She then put half of his member in her mouth and moved back and forth slowly and rhythmically. Each time she went down, she put a little bit more in her mouth. It wasn't long before he began to moan out loud. Sierra started tasting a strange sweetness in her mouth. She pulled off of him and noticed a white substance oozing from his throbbing member. "Oh, don't stop. Please finish!" He moaned and pleaded. Sierra was curious about this creamy, white fluid. It had an interesting taste but she wanted to see what a climax looked like. She grabbed his manhood and gave it a squeeze as he continued to moan and plead with her to finish. A small spurt of fluid shot out and struck her on the shoulder. She stroked her hand back and forth on him. His penis was now fully lubricated from her saliva and his own juices so her hand glided freely along the shaft. The friction caused three huge gushes to spurt forth, which splashed her breasts as Jarod groaned deeply. Her own body gave an involuntary shudder as she rubbed the head of his throbbing organ into his own juices that glistened on her breasts. She was spellbound by the fluid that slowly dripped off her erect nipple. Jarod sank to his knees with exhaustion from the encounter. "I should go now." "No, I want to see what it feels like inside me." Sierra started to play with it some more but it wasn't as stiff as it had been before. In fact, it was starting to get soft. "What's wrong with it? Can't you make it grow again?" "I'm sorry. It was too intense. It takes time." Sierra sat on a large stone and started to pout. Then she came up with an idea. "Can you meet me back here tomorrow at the same time?" "Y-yes. But what if your father catches us?" "Don't worry about that. I've got the situation under control." The next day, Sierra suffered through mindless court ceremonies where she was required to play the perfect hostess to boring and stuffy diplomats. She had to keep up the façade from early morning until mid-afternoon with a faux smile plastered on her face the whole time. It seemed like the longest day of her life as she was anxiously looking forward to her encounter at the pond. When Sierra had finished her duties for the day, she wasted no time making her way to the pond where Jarod was waiting. She looked exquisite in her ceremonial court dress. Her outfit consisted of long flowing skirts over laced, leather boots. A short, velvet vest covered a ruffled blouse, which joined to a white collar. Her golden and dark streaked hair was up in a clip that allowed her wavy locks to cascade to her shoulders. She wore long white gloves that went past her elbows and stopped midway up her arms. The ensemble was completed with a decorative sword and scabbard at her side. Jarod looked her over in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this elegant beauty would even give him the time of day. "So now that we're here, umm, how should we begin?" He asked awkwardly. "For starters, why don't you remove your clothes," she replied. Jarod started unbuttoning his shirt as Sierra watched. "Uh, aren't you going to undress as well, m'lady?" "You first." Sierra felt a little guilty about ordering him around, but it was amusing to see how quickly he obeyed her since she was of noble birth. She watched as he awkwardly removed his clothes piece by piece until he stood before her completely naked. The fact that she was fully clothed and he was in such a vulnerable state gave her a strange and erotic sense of power. Jarod patiently waited for Sierra to follow suit. He held his hand out motioning to her outfit. "If you will, m'lady." "I'm not quite ready yet. Please lay back for me." Jarod did as he was requested but then his eyes opened wider as Sierra drew her sword from her scabbard and pointed it under his chin. The sun glinted brightly off the highly polished steel. "W-Wait. What are you doing?" he asked nervously as she twirled the sword in the dark, medium length curls by his neck. "Don't worry. It's a ceremonial weapon -- nothing more than decoration. See. It doesn't even have a sharp edge." Sierra brushed the sword edge along the stubble on his cheek to show that it didn't cut. She then stood over Jarod with her boots straddling his legs. Her long skirts brushed lightly against his thighs. He held his breath as she slowly glided the sword down his chest and along his belly. Even though he knew the weapon was dull, it looked incredibly sharp to his eyes. He gasped as she twirled the tip of the sword in the tight, curly hairs that surrounded his member. "You seem frightened," Sierra observed with a devilish smile on her face. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Maybe you would prefer a gentler touch." She set the sword aside and removed one of her long gloves as she knelt beside him. She watched his reactions as her fingers gently explored his body. She was amazed at the power she had over him as if he were putty in her hands to do with as she pleased. After teasing him until his manhood was pulsating and swollen to capacity, she rose. She slowly started removing each item of her costume, taking her time and observing him in the process. His eyes were drinking in every moment of the process. When she removed the last layer of skirt, she stood in only a short negligee, which left her luscious thighs on full display. "Are you ready for me?" Sierra asked in her sweet, tantalizing voice. Jarod was speechless. All he could do was nod eagerly. She slowly slid her panties down her legs leaving her negligee on, which gave an element of mystery. Sierra got on her knees and gently straddled him. Jarod could feel the warmth of her nether-region as she leaned forward and slowly stroked herself against his enlarged penis. The tiny hairs of her closely-trimmed female place were tickling him and making him even more excited. He was afraid that he might accidentally release his passion before entering her. After several moments of her playful tease, Sierra reached down and took hold of his rod and lifted herself up to insert it. After going in a little way she felt a resistance. She applied firmer pressure and gave a small yelp as she deflowered herself on him. "Are you okay?" Jarod asked with concern. "I'm fine. It was just momentary." She gave him a reassuring smile and continued with a slow up and down rhythm. She gradually increased speed as her treasured place was becoming accustomed to his presence. Her breathing became heavier and became paced to the same rhythm as her motion. This was the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced. Jarod's hands hungrily explored the contours of her feminine shape through the flimsy material she was wearing. Unable to control himself, he savagely ripped the negligee off her body. Sierra stopped her motion and slapped him, somewhat playfully, as her perfectly rounded breasts bounced before him and beads of sweat trickled down her erotic form. "Did I give you permission to do that?" She continued her rhythm and soon her speed increased to a frenzy. Her breathing became high pitched, little gasps. Jarod was matching her pace and trying to hold back as long as he could but he was on the verge. Sierra felt his massive explosion inside her. At the same time, something erupted within her. It was a singular moment of ecstasy and her whole body started to convulse involuntarily in response. She could feel him continue to throb in her for a moment until the sensation died down. After she caught her breath, she dismounted. The warm fluid from their sex ran freely down her leg. She collapsed beside him and he held her in his arms. They lay there for several minutes and Jarod started stroking her hair. Sierra started to wonder if he might be thinking that this would develop into something deeper. She felt a bit guilty because she knew that it was really only the thrill she was seeking and nothing more. She quietly arose and proceeded to dress. Jarod looked up at her. "Thank you..." He couldn't think of anything else to say. "Don't." Sierra simply replied with a touch of sympathy. With that, she left and returned to her mundane and uninteresting life. On her way home she realized that her impulsive actions this day could have ramifications. She went to see Gabe, the healer that was employed on her family's estate, and much to her relief, he confirmed that she was not pregnant. He gently reminded her how her father would react if he discovered she was engaging in extracurricular activity. Using her charms, she managed to obtain a steady supply of potions from him that would prevent her from getting pregnant during future encounters. Sierra soon realized that there were only two things that she currently enjoyed in life. One, was looking for new and exciting encounters with Jarod. On one dangerous occasion, they engaged each other in the stable loft while her father was greeting some visiting nobles just outside. Her other passion was the sword. All members of the court, even the ladies, were required to take basic swordsmanship classes. It was mainly for show but Sierra discovered she had a talent for the maneuvers and intricate sword dance. She trained secretly with the captain of the guard who also recognized her talent. Her family wouldn't approve of her newfound passion so she kept it secret from them. They would consider it barbaric. After two years of training, the captain realized that Sierra had better skill than he did. She was at a disadvantage on size, standing only five and a half feet tall, but she greatly made up for it with speed and raw talent. Sierra continued to live a dual life. On one side of the coin, was her dutiful presence in the family court. The other side was her secret encounters with Jarod and her dreams of becoming a warrior. Whenever she felt an urge in her loins she would seek Jarod out. Otherwise, she was honing her weaponry skills to the best of her ability. Fate seemed to call Sierra's name one day when she heard that there was a tournament being held for entrance into the Saebra Academy. The academy was the only school in the realms that was exclusively for women where they trained for the popular gladiatorial games. It was considered one of the few ways that a woman could break into the adventuring world as a warrior. Sierra realized the games might be rough, but she saw them as a fast track and stepping stone to pursue her dreams and see the world outside the confining walls of Rahnd Kingdom. On the day of the tournament, Sierra feigned sickness and pawned her court duties off on one of the servants. She exchanged her royal gowns for a tight pair of leather pants and a snug fitting tunic. She darkened her hair and restyled it so no one would notice who she was as she left the kingdom. The tournament tested her skills in archery, melee and a boxing match. After a bruised jaw, one eye swollen shut and a four inch gash on her thigh, she emerged from the tournament victorious. Sierra arrived home late that night and immediately stopped by the healer's small house on her family's estate. He opened the door wearing a frumpy night robe. He stared at her weary-eyed from sleep and it took a moment for him to recognize who she was through the cuts, bruises and darkened hair. "Oh, dear child, what have you gotten yourself into now?" "I'm sorry for this late intrusion, Gabe, but I can't show up in court like this tomorrow." Gabe sighed and motioned for her to sit on the patient's bed. "Okay, show me the damage." Sierra wiggled out of her tight leather pants and Gabe hissed at the bloody gash on her thigh. "How in the world!" he exclaimed. He gently placed his hands on her leg and started muttering strange words. Sierra felt a warmth emanate from his hands and a tingling sensation. She was amazed at how the wound slowly closed before her eyes and eventually disappeared as if it had never been. Gabe then started to work on her face. "Do you mind telling me how this all happened? And why do you have such a giddy expression?" "Gabe, it's incredible. I've been invited to attend the Saebra Academy!" Gabe cocked an eyebrow at her. "The gladiator school for women? That is quite an honor indeed, but what will your family think of it?" "I -- I haven't given it much thought," Sierra paused for a moment. "I imagine they would be quite disturbed by it and try to forbid it. But I'm twenty years old now and I've decided that I want to make my own decisions for a change." Academy Nite Bite This was all so strange, adjusting to and understanding what had happened was far from complete. Raven found it difficult to comprehend the very wide scope of her newly discovered developing abilities and powers. It had been only a matter of weeks since she had turned into the creature she now was, her new form was thrilling, the young sheltered girl she had been now a fading memory. For her own safety it was still felt by her father and guardians that she would be safer if she rested at the manor. She had been supplied an odd mix of prostitutes and poor faceless unfortunates that had been brought from far and wide. There had been an ample supply for her to hone her skills on and ultimately consume. More than a few had died others lived secretly at the manor psychically bound to her, none of these returned to their former lives. On one or two occasions she would take a one that could prove useful for her in the future, tonight her target was one of those useful girls. Raven had been tutored by her stepmother and experts in many fields but more so since her turning as she liked to call it. She knew that despite her developing powers that the power of money could get her almost anything including security once her benefactors passed away. Her stepmother had several priests brought over from the Far East who set up a temple long before she turned and worshipped her unborn power without her even knowing. They had schemed and worked hard readying things and setting up a complex infrastructure of support for her. Despite their concern and eagerness to appease her every whim Raven felt increasingly caged in by her lifestyle. Tonight she had broke away for a few hours after sleeping in the evening, it had been far too easy to slip out she realised as she leapt the wall adjoining her father's estate to the academy, after all it was set up to deal with five sensed mortals. Her father had enrolled her at the academy as a day student, which up to now was unheard of, but after all they did live next door and he held the freehold on the academy's land, all of which was pre-planned of course. A long time back the school had been in difficulties, in return for his continued financial support he acquired the freehold and a sizable share in the business. Stealthily she entered the main building through a rear door that she had been given the key for, it saved her the extremely draining and very painful business of shape changing, one of her new found skills that she struggled to master. Besides it lessened her chances of discovery, it would do no good at all if she were seen to materialise out of thin air totally naked or be caught changing to or from one of her other forms. Raven flowed through the darkened academy corridors unseen and unheard by even the mice, as she neared her destination her mind raced with the prospect of what awaited her. There was no need but she checked she had the right room reading Jeannie McBride's name in its careful calligraphic script on the tiny slip of card that sat in its brass frame. Trying the handle she was delighted to find the door was unlatched and slipped into the room carefully closing the door behind her. It mattered not as her night vision was incredible but the curtains were open spilling moonlight across the small lightly fragranced room. Even in its washed out illumination she saw the fieriness of the redheaded girls tousled mass of curls on her pillow and shivered in eager anticipation. Turning away from Jeannie for a moment she carefully turned the key in the lock and applied the security chain to doubly make safe the door in almost total silence. The oblivious girl slept soundly with her back to Raven who moved to stand by the bed as she had done the previous three nights. Over the past couple of weeks she had kept Jeannie under observation in class and around the academy all the time with growing interest. In the meantime she had gained information on her intended target from the academy administrator and other girls and decided that Jeannie was a excellent choice for her first conquest at the school. During the next few days she befriended the pretty scotch lass and gained her confidence easily without having to resort to using her powers at all. She sensed the girl's friendship as it quickly grew into love for her and manipulated her accordingly. Several times during the last fortnight she had caught Jeannie staring at her, the girl had blushed guiltily each time she caught her. At first Raven feigned disinterest but later held the girl's gaze smiling knowingly back at her. A few days ago Jeannie had invited her up to her room, Raven had readily agreed. That afternoon had almost ended in ecstasy but the risk of discovery had been too great. On the first night she had visited Raven had been satisfied to pull up a chair to just watch her intended sleep, on the second she had probed the girl's unprotected mind with her still under developed senses as she slept and revelled at what she found there. Last night she had been so close to taking the girl but was disturbed by someone in the next room having a nightmare and waking in a screaming fit. She hoped it had nothing to do with her but the resulting commotion woke half the wing and she had to escape through the window and shimmy down the wall in the darkness it was good practice she had laughed to herself afterwards on her way home. Tonight she hoped there would be no such setbacks, silently she slipped her nightdress over her head and dropped it to the floor. For a moment she stood over the sleeping girl and drank in her intended's beauty, then she slowly lifted the bedding at her side. Her heart raced expectantly this was her first attempt to seduce someone without consciously taking advantage of her extra abilities, as she slipped beneath the sheets and snuggled up to the girl's back. Still slumbering Jeannie mumbled something as she pressed softly against her but did not stir. Raven buried her face in the sleeping girl's dense red curls and breathed in her natural delicate perfume. Tense excitement tingled within her as she rested her hand lightly on the girl's hip feeling the hotness of Jeannie's flesh through her nightdress. The girl suddenly trembled at her touch and Raven knew she had awakened the girl. "Don't cry out Jeannie!" she whispered urgently into the girls ear, "there's no need to be alarmed my love. After a moment Jeannie quietly replied without turning, "It's you Raven isn't it?" "Yes my love!" "I hoped you would come, I've been waiting for you," she whispered softly pushing herself into Raven. "Do you know why I'm here?" "I believe so," came the meek unsure reply, "You want to make love to me." "Yes make love and so much more my sweet!" "Ohh Raven," gasped Jeannie "what shall I do?" "For now do nothing just lay still my love," her hand slid over the crown of the girl's pelvis as she whispered, "allow me to bring you pleasure like you've never imagined in your wildest fantasy." "Ohh Raven, that feels good." Wasting no time Raven continued her advance, she slipped her hand up over Jeannie's waist and ribcage to cup the heated pliant globe that was Jeannie's small firm breast through the thinness of her nightdress. Jeannie sighed and trembled against her but made no other move. Meanwhile Raven's other hand had burrowed beneath the girl and began tugging up her nightdress. Working with both hands she soon had the garment crumpled up under the girl's armpits and set about her erect rubbery teats with her long nailed fingers. She relished the little sighs and gasps of pleasure that escaped the girl who was now writhing blissfully in her arms. With her arm that was beneath the girl she carried on toying with her breasts but explored Jeannie further with her free hand. Still on their sides they ground together with increasing passion, Jeannie was so worked up her pale body trembled against Raven's. Casually she swept the long red tresses from the girl's throat and kissed her neck as her fingers roamed over her responsive victims quivering body. Her exploring fingers crept through the shorter girl's sparse pubic hair; in turn Jeannie whimpered pathetically as Raven's long fingers cupped her mound. The girl was more than ready thoughts Raven as she felt the swollen wet slippery flesh beneath her fingers suck wantonly at them. Arching her middle two fingers she applied pressure and sank them little by little into Jeannie's welcoming pussy. The girl wailed a little too loud for her liking as they disappeared slowly into her up to the knuckle. "Shush Jeannie," whispered Raven urgently into the girl's ear, "don't cry out!" "I'll try to keep quiet Raven but it feels so good I just want to scream!" sobbed the girl softly. Working her fingers in and out of Jeannie she began to occasionally press the ball of her thumb against the girl's hooded clitoris, soon she had Jeannie past herself with excitement and had to act quickly. Without removing her fingers Raven rolled the girl onto her front and lay on top of her pinning the unsuspecting girl to the bed without effort. Her arm that had been pinned down by Jeannie's weight was now free, the first thing she did was to sweep Jeannie's red hair up away from her pale vulnerable neck. The girl below her writhed and bucked against the fingers that Raven repeatedly drove into her. Excitedly with her other hand Raven grasped the girl's skull firmly and bent her head to one side. Oblivious to the immense danger she was in Jeannie was very close to climaxing and writhed urgently against her lover. It was time; the change overtook her, she had not got used to it yet though she coped with the pains a lot better it was the itching and discomfort as her body readjusted that piqued her the most. As usual her victims arousal grew in intensity as she let herself go and the influence of her aura overwhelmed her prey. Her temples throbbed as the blood lust rose in her, she would not be able to contain it for long though she could control it a lot better now and seldom accidentally killed one of her chattel. She lowered her mouth close to the girl's exposed throat and breathed in her vibrant essence. Burying her face in the pillows Jeannie wailed softly as her over excited body began to come to orgasm. Her hunger was at fever pitch; Raven forced the girl's face deep into the sound deadening pillows as Jeannie finally came stifling her victim's cries of rapture. Feeling the girl's vaginal muscles spasm around her suddenly over moist fingers she twisted the girl's head further over to the side and sank her mouth over the pale exposed neck. Urgently nuzzling into the side of Jeannie's hot fragrant throat her tongue searched for the best place to strike. As soon as she located the heartily pulsing vein she drove Jeannie's face down harder still into the pillows and struck. The sweet metallic hot font spurted into her eager mouth and she drank heartily at first reeling with the intoxicating intensity of the over excited girl's blood. Despite the intensity of her excitement the girl struggled bucking beneath her and screaming futilely into the thick pillows for a moment, her cry of panic and pain effectively silenced as her vibrant blood was devoured by the creature that pinned her to the bed writhing in rapture above her. As was the norm with her victims Jeannie soon quietened and lay supine beneath her aggressor gasping with deranged pleasure whilst she fed from her. Confident the girl was overwhelmed Raven relaxed her hold of her as she calmed and proceeded to drink leisurely from the wound. The pleasure it brought her prey was all too evident as Jeannie writhed and bucked beneath her begging softly for more. Actually consuming very little of the girl's potent sweet life-force from the tiny puncture marks Raven savoured the sweetness of her pure blood before freeing the girl. In no hurry she broke away after carefully sealing the twin wounds with coagulant secretions from her fang ducts. After all bleeding Jeannie to death would hardly serve her ultimate purpose. Climbing from on top of the girl Raven rolled her willing victim over, she looked down on her conquest and smiled showing her bloodstained fangs to Jeannie. No fear or concern registered in the wounded girl's eyes, instead she reached up and urgently pulled Raven down on top of her. Raven had done enough to enthral the girl; this was when it could get dangerous if she didn't depart now. If she stayed from here her agenda was pleasure alone. For a short while she allowed Jeannie to control the situation, holding her mouth open she watched Jeannie examine her lethal fangs still tinged with the girl's own sweet blood. With both hands Jeannie took hold of her head and drew it to her breast. "Bite me!" she whispered urgently, "please Raven bite me again and again I implore you!" Only to happy to oblige her victim Raven sucked Jeannie's swollen teat into her maw and sank her fangs into the proud distended flesh around her hard nipple to feel Jeannie jerk in response and heard her soft cry of pain then following gasp of pleasure as she lapped up the trickling blood that spilled from the small wounds. She could draw little blood from such a wound, it was mainly symbolic, and in fact her victim received far more pleasure from such a bite than she could. After suckling on the wounded teat for a few moments she allowed Jeannie to drag her mouth to her other breast and here she gladly repeated the bite. Jeannie let go of her head and flung her arms wide grasping the bedclothes and languished in the delight the creature's attack brought her. Raven knew that she should really leave now, lingering over such pleasures as this could bring great danger in a less secure environment. Unfortunately the strength of the desire she felt for the pretty girl that lay before her in a state of dishevelled semi nakedness overcame her basic instincts. Knowing she was safe, that she was not far from her guardians and that the girl's chamber door was locked she decided to tarry a while and amuse herself with her freshly conquered vassal. Straddling the panting girl's hips she ran her long nails lightly over her upper body watching the girl writhe with excitement below her and cry out for more. Blue eyes gazed up at her imploringly; they soundlessly urged her on. How could she resist such an offering? Sliding down the bed she sank to lie on top of Jeannie and began kissing her breasts once more. The girl's heart pumped furiously inches from her fangs and Raven absorbed the exquisite emotions her victim released. Squirming lower she wriggled herself between Jeannie's thighs showering kisses and small bites down the girl's flat belly until her face was level with her fragrant pussy. The girl was incredibly aroused now; she writhed and bucked her hips expectantly without thought. Taking the girl's unresisting knees in her hands she lifted and spread her legs to completely expose her juicy peach of a pussy. Sinking between her victims widespread thighs Raven caught her eyes, she held the girl's gaze. Like a mesmerised rabbit the girl gazed back with eager excited wide eyes at her as Raven opened her lips wide to show her fangs. She sensed the thrill of excitement that ran through Jeannie as she did so, it never ceased to amaze her how she clearly she could feel her victims emotions if she wished to. Her mouth was before Jeannie's rust thatched pubis now, her vicious fangs poised millimetres above the girl's ripe mound and the tension that built between them was incredible. "Please Raven, please!" implored the redheaded girl staring into her eyes, "bite me, please bite me again!" Thrusting her muscled tongue precisely she speared the girl on its power-driven tip tearing through Jeannie's hymen whilst holding the girl's gaze. Raven watched amused as Jeannie's eyes widened in shock as her long sinuous tongue invaded her cunt, slowly and deliberately she bit down to sink her fangs into the crown of Jeannie's naked mound. As she did so the girl squealed in perverse delight and thrust up against her mouth, clamping her lips about the bubbling font Raven drank the heady mix of sexual juices and rich blood from the frantic girl. Almost instantly Jeannie was coming again, this time even more intensely than the first. Doing just enough to ensure the girl an unstoppable orgasm Raven pulled away as she began to come. Diving on top of the convulsing girl she pulled back her head and clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries seconds before sinking her teeth into the pale blood smeared, perspiration covered throat once more. Her effort to quieten the girl had been needless Jeannie squealed softly as she came with added intensity and this time Raven feasted on her pheromone rich blood till she allowed the climax to fade in her eager victim. Before releasing the girl's throat Raven allowed a small drop of venom to enter the wound. The girl lay below her like a crumpled rag doll, she was weakly panting fast and shallow as Raven's venom did it's work. She was weak but her life was not threatened by her blood loss, the miraculous properties of Raven's venom would speed her recovery incredibly. With what might pass for loving attention to some one watching she drew Jeannie's nightdress down and straightened her twisted perspiration soaked body before covering her with the soft duvet and tucking her in. The girl murmured unintelligibly as she did so. Turning away Raven found her own discarded nightdress and slipped it on then checked the girl once more before turning to the door. Casting the slumbering girl a last look Raven unlocked the door and slipped out. At the end of the corridor was the phone and emergency cabinet. Lifting the handset she punched in the three-digit code for the nurse, it rang several times before a sleepy voice answered. "Hello Nurse Bains here." "It's me," Raven whispered "Jeannie McBride is shall we say feeling unwell, see to the arrangements." "Does the girl require attention?" "No everything's fine," Raven joked "She is just feeling a little drained shall we say!" "Of course, will that be all?" "Yes, goodnight." Replacing the handset Raven opened the cabinet and from the hook on the back of the door took a card that hung on a short chain. She read it and smiled "I am sick please don't disturb me", returning to Jeannie's door she hung it from the small hook on the nameplate frame. Happy that everything was in order she slipped from the academy and made her way home. It was late the next day when Jeannie awoke, her head was woozy and she felt very weak. Apart from the fatigue and stiffness that seemed to cover her a fiery ache burned at her throat breasts and groin that some how felt good. Her mind was fuzzy and she had no idea what was wrong with her. As she tried to sit up she saw the tray on her bedside cabinet. It bore a light breakfast, a mobile phone and a folded note bearing her name. She reached for the note and fumbled with it as she opened it. Jeannie, You have a minor infection Jeannie but its nothing serious, ring me when you wake and I'll come and tend to you. Nurse Bains. All that day Jeannie was confined to bed and actually spent most of it asleep anyway, the next day the nurse let her up but made her stay in her room. On the third day Jeannie was allowed to return to class. She spent most of the morning's lessons striving to gain the attention of that new girl Raven but couldn't work out why it was so important to her. At lunch she was in the toilets alone when the girl came in, she crossed straight to her. Butterflies erupted in Jeannie's belly and her heart raced excitedly as Raven seized her roughly and pushed her into one of the stalls. Raven kissed her passionately, Jeannie responded eagerly as her body erupted with desire, she kissed Raven back enthusiastically amazed at the strength of the arousal that overwhelmed her. The kiss was delightful but brief before the girl pushed herself away. Academy Nite Bite "Be at the old stables at eight!" she smiled warmly inflaming Jeannie's passions. "But they're out of bounds!" she stammered. "I know that," laughed the girl, "that's why, just be there, Okay?" "Yes okay, I'll be there," she gasped. The girl had turned and swept from the stall without waiting for a reply, she didn't need to hear Jeannie's answer it had been written in stone already. For Jeannie the afternoon passed ever so slowly. Academy of Sexual Arts-Ava's Diary I was a little nervous walking into class this morning. Today began the practical testing on the first chapter in our Positions book. I wasn't worried about failing, but I've never been in a situation before where I was being watched and evaluated by a group. I had been partnered with Rico for the presentation and was glad, because we had been friends for a while, and I knew that if anybody could make me feel comfortable that first time, it was him. It seemed strange when we walked into the classroom to see everybody there in bathrobes. It felt like we should all be drinking coffee and ordering breakfast, but it did tend to put us at ease to be dressed so casually. Professor Stroker came in and everyone quietly took their seats. "All right class, here's how this is going to work. I have the names of each pair of students written down on slips of paper. We're simply going to draw the names to determine the presentation order. Is there anyone whose partner is not here today?" The class was silent. "Ok then. We're going to begin with.... Ava and Rico," he said as he drew a slip from the container in front of him. "Each pair will have 15-20 minutes to demonstrate the 3 basic positions. Bonus points are awarded for each climax. In addition to the required positions, extra credit can be earned for demonstrating a 4th position of your choosing." Oh My God, I thought. I can't believe we were chosen first! Rico and I made our way to the head of the classroom where a small bed had been placed next to the podium. Rico looked into my eyes and the rest of the classroom fell away. "Piece of cake," he whispered, smiling at me. We dropped our robes and lay down on the bed facing each other. I may have been nervous but as soon as he touched me my body responded and I could feel moisture gathering between my legs. Rico was rock hard as well and I relaxed considerably. He moved above me as the first position was missionary, and it was a nice comfortable way to start. My body was very excited and as he slid his cock up and down my slit I coated his cock in my hot juices. When he pushed into me, I gasped. I love that feeling. The first thrust, being filled with a nice thick cock, a long slow stroke. I wrapped my legs up around his hips as he began to move inside of me, building the pace a little. It really didn't take very long before I was cumming, head thrown back and moaning my release. Rico smiled at me. "God Ava, you're so hot when you cum. I almost lost it there." We rolled over for the 2nd position. Woman superior was one of my favorites, because I loved being in control of the pace. I usually like to take my time here, but since we had a time limit, I knew I had to hurry. That can be fun too. I began to ride in earnest and felt my juices seeping, bathing Rico's cock and making a nice slippery ride. As I bounced in his lap, my body reacted again and I cried out another orgasm. Rico sat up, wrapping his arms around my back and telling me to unfold my legs and wrap them around him again. I looked at him questioningly... "Lets do the extra credit now, I know that you can cum again very quickly like this." he said. I did as he asked wrapping my legs around his middle and my arms around his shoulders. He grabbed my ass and began to rock me slowly on his cock. Oh my God. He was right, the heat and the friction with the slow rocking of our hips had me cumming again in no time. My back arched as I screamed out my pleasure. I didn't know how much more I could take and I know that the 3rd required position, doggy, was also one that was particularly satisfying. Rico and I separated our bodies in order to get into position. "You're at 15 minutes," Professor Stroker's voice chimed in. Rico nodded in acknowledgement. I centered myself on the bed on all fours waiting for Rico to move into position behind me. I felt the bed dip as he took his place, his hands on my hips and I eased back against him. I was so wet he slid right in with no resistance until I felt the head of his penis right up against my cervix. I loved how deeply I could be penetrated in this position. I began to move first, rocking back against him on my hands and knees, slamming my ass against his hips, feeling his balls slapping against my pussy with each thrust. I knew that if I was going to achieve another orgasm quickly though, I would need some help. I reached down between my legs and began to circle my clit with my middle finger. Rolling the little hard nub around and building my pleasure. I could hear Rico groaning behind me, his release approaching too, as my pussy tightened around his cock. "I'm gonna cum," he said. And I increased the movement of my fingers and started to cum too. Two final pumps and Rico pulled his cock out of me and spilled his semen all over my ass. I collapsed on the bed and Rico covered me, both of us needing a minute to catch our breath. "Very nice," came Professor Stroker's voice. He spoke to the rest of the class. "Rico and Ava have set a pretty high bar. Hope you can all keep up." Academy "Congratulations, Ms. Waycross, you are tougher than you look," Mistress Tameer said with admiration. She presented Sierra with a new collar. "You earned it. It's not often that a student jumps a rank in their first day." Sierra was tying the string of her underwear back together trying to salvage what little bit of modesty and dignity she had left. She took the collar and muttered an insincere thanks. She was still angry about the situation and that the fight had no honor whatsoever. She made a mental note that she would have to get used to things being that way if she wanted to last at the academy. The next day consisted of a grueling race of endless laps around the academy. It was announced before the race that the five slowest finishers would be dismissed from the academy immediately. Before the day was done, three girls had collapsed on the rocks past the point of exhaustion. They were picked up by the advanced students and unceremoniously tossed on a boat to be sent back to the mainland. The brutal training continued over the next several months testing all the girls to their limits. The healers were kept busy when melee combat was added to the curriculum. Sierra got so used to the cuts and bruises that she barely felt them anymore when she received them. She advanced in the academy quickly along with Tessa. They both achieved black collar rank within the first six months, which was rare. Several of the second year students weren't at that level yet. With the higher status came less demands. They would train one day and rest the next. That allowed them to spend their free time sunning themselves on the beach or swimming in the waves. Being at the academy had kept them completely isolated from men. They hadn't even seen one in over six months. Sierra and Tessa constantly talked about their lustful thoughts with each other and how they wished they could be with a man. Talking about it didn't remedy their situation, but made their desires more intense. Later that day, Mistress Tameer called the students to the hall for an announcement. "Some of you may be aware that the Rostram Academy on the other side of the island is holding their annual tournament tomorrow evening. Two representatives from our school have been chosen to observe the male games. The tournament will be held in one of the lower arenas on the mainland." She paused as all the girls started whispering to each other in excitement, each hoping that they would be chosen. "The two representatives will be Sierra Waycross and Tessa Lockheart." The second year students erupted in anger, but Tameer held a hand up to them. "Enough! Most of you have already attended the male games from last year. Ms. Waycross and Ms. Lockheart have earned the right by advancing quicker than anyone this year." Tameer noticed the excited looks that Sierra and Tessa were giving each other and approached them. "Keep in mind that you are only there to observe. One of the mistresses will be chaperoning you to ensure that there are no improprieties." The next afternoon, Sierra and Tessa were elated as they got dressed and prepared for their trip to the mainland. They both had their hair curled and up in a clip. Their makeup enhanced their already beautiful features. "If the mistresses don't want us dallying with the male gladiators then why do they give us these outfits to wear?" Tessa asked Sierra. "Think about it. It really isn't less provocative than the school uniforms they make us wear." The outfits that they were given to wear were identical except Sierra's was light blue and Tessa's was green. The material was lightweight and if had a transparent quality if someone looked closely enough. The top was nothing more than two strips of cloth that crisscrossed their breasts. The skirt was long enough to reach their ankles, but a slit ran up the length showing a generous view of leg. The slit ended at a thin gold belt that sat on their hips. "I'm wondering what some of the competitors will think when they see us," Sierra added with a sly smile. "I just wish we could find a way to escape the chaperone tonight." Before sunset, they were ferried to the mainland and entered Beltran, the famous gladiator city. It was resplendent in its marbled architecture of columned temples and arenas -- much different from the stately appearance of Sierra's homeland of Rahnd. Upon arrival, they were treated to a luxurious dinner at an outdoor restaurant where they sat and mingled with some of the city's nobility. Tessa felt a little awkward and was unsure how to act but Sierra blended right in with the setting. The nobles treated them with high regard. Successful gladiators were considered heroes in their land and the games were the main source of entertainment. They were enamored with having two potential stars in their presence -- especially ones as beautiful as Sierra and Tessa. After dinner the two girls were escorted to the games where they had prime seats. Even though this wasn't considered a major event, the stands were crowded with fans who had to pay a fair amount of coin to enter. The chance to see future stars was worth it. Women had not been allowed to attend the male games until about ten years ago. It was deemed improper at the time but the arena masters soon realized they could rake in much more money by opening the doors to them. Many of the women were wives who bribed their husbands into letting them come. The husbands were smart enough to let them attend. They knew when they returned home it would be a wild night as their wives released their desires and fantasies on their husbands. Young single women would beg their fathers to let them attend the games. They secretly hoped to land a future husband among the gladiators. The fathers usually didn't mind handing over the admission fee and didn't mind the idea of having a hero or potential star join the family. The evening events started with an archery contest followed by a sprint race. Sierra and Tessa were pleased with the fact that the gladiators only wore short loincloths for the two events, which showed off their masculine and muscular physiques. Collars signifying their rank were the only other article they wore. Sierra and Tessa spoke in secretive whispers to each other while picking out favorites to pull for -- usually the ones that had the best bodies. The melee combat was the next event and the most intense. The gladiators were equipped with shields, choice of weapon, various pieces of armor, boots and helm. The men fought ferociously, more so than the women did at Saebra Academy. Sierra made note of that and tried to learn from their fighting style. Frequently a breast plate or other piece of armor would come dislodged bringing an excited and distinctly female cheer from the stands. The women in attendance would also gasp in dismay when one of the heroes was cut and bleeding. After the melee tournament was over there was an intermission. The mistress chaperoning them turned to Sierra and Tessa and spoke to them for the first time that evening. "Would you like to have a closer look at the gladiators? You'll enjoy the costumes they wear for the wrestling tournament." The two girls looked at each other with their eyebrows raised. "Sure!" they said in unison. The mistress escorted them down to one of the arena wings. One of the school instructors from the male academy greeted her. "Greetings, Ladonna," he said bowing to her. "It's been a long time. You are looking radiant as ever." "Yes, it's been too long," she replied to him with a purr. "This is Sierra Waycross and Tessa Lockhart, two of our promising students at Saebra." The instructor gave a slight bow and said, "It's a pleasure to have you." It wasn't long before Mistress Ladonna was lost in conversation with this instructor. Apparently they had a prior history with each other. Tessa gave Sierra a nudge and motioned her away. She gave Sierra a naughty smile as she pulled her closer to the gladiators waiting for their wrestling match. "Do you want to get us in trouble," Sierra whispered. "She doesn't even know we exist right now," Tessa replied with a naughty grin. The two girls walked freely among the gladiators waiting for their wrestling matches. Sierra and Tessa enjoyed the fact that their uniforms were nothing but tiny thongs that were the same color as their collar rank. There were several white ones and a few in green, purple, orange or black. It was an exciting contrast to their oiled bodies. The two girls boldly flirted with several of the gladiators. One of the young men was several inches taller than the others and Tessa zoomed in on him. He had an amazing body and was muscular in all the right places. His hair came almost to his shoulders, was dark, and had light streaks from the sun. He was the only one in the group who had a silver collar rank. "What's you're name, big guy?" Tessa flirted. "Kelvyn," the gladiator replied. "How long did it take you to get this nice physique, Kel?" she asked as she flirtatiously touched his rounded chest and ran her fingers down his ripped abs. "This is my second year at the academy," he simply responded. Sierra smiled knowing what Tessa was up to. She was trying to see if she could get a reaction out of him before he had to go out. That tiny thong would do a poor job of hiding any hint of arousal. "You aren't much of a talker are you?" Tessa teased. "Check out this suit, Sierra. Look how it shines." The thong had a metallic sheen to it that matched his collar. Tessa boldly touched it. "You should feel it, Sierra." Sierra touched it too. She was impressed with Kelvyn's resolve since they hadn't gotten a reaction out of him yet but she could tell there was much potential underneath. He was focused on his upcoming match and wasn't about to let these vixens tease him into an embarrassing entrance to the field. "We'd better go, Tessa. I think Mistress Ladonna is on to us," Sierra said. Ladonna was standing in the corner watching them with her arms folded. Tessa looked up at Kelvyn saying much with her eyes. "Look me up some time when we get out of the academy." "I'll be sure to do that," he replied. He watched her intently as they returned to their seats. The wrestling tournament was just as exciting as the girls had hoped. The men were ruthless with each other in their matches doing whatever it took to win. Sierra was aroused by the whole spectacle and imagined what it would be like to be down there grappling with these strapping young studs herself. At times, the combatants would grab each others suits and yank them to gain any kind of leverage they could. Sierra was hoping the tiny thongs would rip off but they stayed together somehow. When the evening was over, Kelvyn won the tournament. He was presented with a new collar and was greeted with cheers from his adoring, mainly female fans. But he was oblivious to it all as he looked up in the stands and focused on Tessa's delighted applause. On the ferry ride home, Sierra and Tessa leaned against the rail and talked about the evening events. They made sure they were on the opposite side of the boat from their chaperone. "Goddess, I'm so horny right now I think I could pop," Sierra said. "I know the feeling. I could have cheerfully let them all rape me." Sierra laughed. "Be careful what you wish for. It could easily come true in this profession. I've heard stories. But six months is a long time. I wonder how long it will be before we get another chance like this." "Actually, I overheard some of the older students talking the other day," Tessa mentioned conspiratorially. "They said that the male gladiators on the other side of the island train naked right on the beach." Sierra grinned. "Now that would be a sight to see. I wonder if it's true." "Only one way to find out. We'll have to go and see for ourselves." "You can't be serious. What about the wall? And what if we got caught? We could get in big trouble." "I heard there is a small opening at the base of the wall that we might fit under," Tessa replied. "And don't forget, I used to be a thief. I have ways of sneaking around. It's an art. No one will even know we're gone." The next day, Tessa and Sierra snuck away from the academy and made the trek towards the wall that divided the island. "I can't believe we're actually doing this," Sierra said while looking back nervously. "If Mistress Tameer finds out she'll have our heads." "Don't worry," Tessa replied. "I made sure the coast was clear. Just follow me." They made it to the wall and traveled the length of it. Eventually they found the small opening at the base of the wall and were able to wiggle under it. They stayed close to the wall and entered a wooded area close to the shore line. They hid among the bushes and saw someone in the ocean. It was a perfect specimen of a man wearing nothing but a collar. It was one of the most erotic visions either girl had ever seen as he emerged from the waves. As the man got closer they could clearly see drops of water covering his perfectly sculpted body. The water beaded like dew on the tight, curly hair that surrounded his manhood. There was no erection but they could tell that he would be quite large if aroused. His balls were taut against his body from the cold water. Sierra gave Tessa a nudge when he passed by their hiding place. They realized that this bronze god was Kelvyn, the winner of the tournament from the previous evening. He joined a group of six other gladiators who were naked and doing stretches on the beach. A large mat was spread before them and two of the gladiators started wrestling. "Why do you think they train naked?" Sierra whispered. "They were required to wrestle naked in the arena years ago," Tessa explained. "They didn't start wearing thongs until women were allowed to attend the games. I'm not sure how covering their man parts with a tiny cloth makes it any less erotic, but that's beside the point. I think they originally got the idea to fight naked from Rostram, the god of war. He's always depicted in statues as going to battle in the nude. Maybe they think they can channel his energy by emulating him. Come on, let's move over there. We can get a better look." "That's too close. They might hear us." "Don't worry. We'll be fine." Tessa started moving stealthily to an area of brush just ten feet away from the gladiators. Sierra cautiously followed. They watched for several minutes as some of the men were practicing wrestling moves and the rest lifted weights on another mat. A large bird landed on a branch near the girls. When it saw them it squawked and fluttered loudly. One of the men turned to see what the commotion was and started walking their direction. Sierra backed up and pressed herself flat behind a tree. She quickly motioned for Tessa to follow but she couldn't. Tessa's boot was stuck under a branch and she couldn't get it loose. "Hey!" the young man shouted to her. She got loose and tried to make a run for it but he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out in the open. "Look what we have here," he announced to the rest of the group. All the men stopped what they were doing and gathered around her. None of them seemed embarrassed about being naked in front of her and they made no attempt to cover themselves. "What brings you to our side of the wall?" one of the men said looking her up and down hungrily. They could tell that she was from the Saebra Academy by her uniform. Tessa looked around nervously and was at a loss for words. "I-I was sent by the headmistress to...gather information." She winced realizing that it was a horrible and lame lie. A handsome but rugged looking man was doing the talking. His name was Grath and he wore a black collar signifying a high rank. "A spy? I'm not buying it, but I think we can find ways to accommodate you." He started playing with her loose top that was just long enough to cover her breasts. Tessa knew she would have a hard time getting out of this. These men had been isolated from women for over six months and they planned to take advantage of the situation. "Okay, I'll leave. Let's just forget you ever saw me here." She turned to leave but a couple of the gladiators grabbed her by the arms. A few of them had been in last night's tournament but they didn't seem to recognize her. Kelvyn was standing off to the side with his arms folded watching the exchange. She was certain he recognized her. "How could I let a beautiful lass like yourself leave?" Grath replied. He started to lift her top to get a better look. Tessa slapped his hands away and made another attempt to run but three men held her. She struggled wildly to get away but they outnumbered her. "I've always wanted to see what you girls wore under these uniforms." Grath savagely ripped her top off and the skirt soon followed. Tessa was left squirming in her underwear, boots and leather belt. Grath unbuckled her belt and tossed it aside. The men were all starting to show signs of arousal as they watched Tessa squirm and try to escape. Sierra stayed in her hiding place watching the whole scene with fascination. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't jump in and rescue her. They were outnumbered and if she tried anything she would be in the same predicament. Grath grabbed hold of her and the other men stood back and let him take control of her, but they were eagerly waiting to have a turn. Grath ripped her bra off and roughly threw Tessa to the ground. She tried to fight back and got in a few good hits but he had her knees spread apart and was pressing his stiff rod against her panties. Before he could rip them off he was struck hard on the back of the head. Kelvyn stood over him. Grath immediately got to his feet. "What in the nine hells is your problem, Kelvyn," he growled. "I didn't like your treatment of her." "What are you going to do about it?" Grath took a swing at him but Kelvyn ducked under it and tackled him. They rolled on the mat and fought viciously. The other men cheered them on. Tessa got to her feet and two men stood on either side of her to make sure she wouldn't run. All she could do was watch as these men fought each other to see who would claim her. Kelvyn soon gained the advantage as he planted a knee in Grath's back while holding his arms. He screamed in pain as his back was being arched. His penis was still erect and pointed straight forwards. Sierra could hear a cracking sound from where she was hiding as Grath's back and arms were stretched beyond their limit. Kelvyn dropped him to the mat where he was left to writhe in agony. "She's all yours now, Kelvyn," one of the other men called out. "Just save some for the rest of us." Tessa was trembling as Kelvyn approached her. She had a hard time reading his motives but he wasn't being rough with her like Grath had been. He stood behind her and held her against him. She could feel his growing manhood as he touched her hard nipples and ran the back of his hand slowly down her belly. He then snaked his hand down her panties. Tessa whimpered and tried to pull away but he held onto her firmly. Her mind was rejecting what was happening but her body hungered for it. His finger slid with ease into her most private place, which was wet and fully lubricated. His finger motion caused her to shake uncontrollably and sink to her knees. Sierra continued to watch the encounter intently and was starting to feel guilty about anticipating what was happening to Tessa. She also felt guilty about the hunger she was experiencing in her own loins. She didn't know whether she should envy Tessa or fear for her. Sierra subconsciously slid her fingers under her skirt and started mimicking Kelvyn's motions. Academy While Tessa was still on her knees, Kelvyn walked in front of her. His huge manhood dangled in front of her face. It was easily an inch larger than any of the other gladiators in the group. "Take it," he said as he held it in front of her mouth. Tessa shook her head and he put his hand behind her neck and started stroking her hair. He held onto her hair and gently pulled her head back. She opened her mouth to say something and he pushed a few inches inside. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She then looked up at him and held it between her teeth. She slowly started to bite down. "Don't do that," he warned. "If you cooperate, I'll make this easy on you." Tessa put a little of it between her lips and slowly sucked on the tip. She then grabbed his hips and put much more of him in her mouth while she expertly starting to work him over. She pulled off and licked his swollen member up and down like she really hungered for it. She then put the whole thing in her mouth and started worked it up and down with steady friction. Sierra was amazed. She couldn't figure out what Tessa was doing. Had she gotten lost in the moment or was she trying to get him to give a quick release so that he couldn't penetrate her? She noticed that several of the other men were stroking themselves while watching Tessa work him over. Kelvyn's breathing became guttural and he pulled away from her. She reached for it and started to stroke it quickly but he pulled her hand away before she could make him spew. She was breathing heavy as he lay her on her back. "No," Tessa whimpered as he started to pull her panties down her legs. She tried to grab them and prevent him from taking them off but he won the tug of war. Kelvyn spread her legs apart and thrust his massive manhood inside her and she let out a scream. Sierra couldn't tell if it was from pain or ecstasy or both. Kelvyn worked a steady rhythm for several minutes while holding her hands above her head. Her wetness made the penetration and motion easy. Tessa started wailing as he fucked her. She gritted her teeth and looked him in the eyes with an expression that was a mixture of anger and passion. He started to groan as he built to a climax. Not willing to risk impregnating her he pulled out. His penis was purple, throbbing and dripping juices and then he released a flood of his juices all over her belly and breasts. Tessa lay there totally exhausted from the experience. Her breasts swelling up and down from her heavy breathing. Kelvyn took a moment to gather his breath. "You should go now." Tessa cautiously sat up. "Hey, what about us," one of the other men objected. "Who said you could have her for yourself, Kelvyn." "I did. Do you have a problem with that or do you want to join Grath?" Grath was still on the mat doubled over in pain. Not willing to face off against him the rest of the gladiators begrudgingly turned and started walking back to the school. Tessa quickly grabbed whatever pieces of her shredded outfit she could find and ran. When she got past the wall Sierra caught up with her. "Tessa, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do." "It's not your fault. They would have just done the same to you. I just don't want to talk about it now." Tessa continued to brood as she stomped back to the academy so Sierra decided to leave her alone for awhile. Late that night, Tessa was huddled in her bed still not saying a word. Sierra lay in her own bed and finally asked, "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" "Well, I got raped...by someone I thought I liked." "What was it like?" Sierra knew it was a stupid question but her curiosity was getting the best of her. "It was terrifying but at the same time it was somehow exhilarating. It's really hard to describe. I don't know what to make of it. He prevented the others from taking me and he was careful with me, but he still violated me." After a few minutes of silence Tessa spoke up again. "Can I ask you a strange request?" "Sure. Just ask." "Could you hold me? I just need to be comforted right now." The request did catch Sierra off guard. Her friend needed her so she climbed out of bed. Both girls were only in panties, which is what they usually slept in. It was awkward to Sierra being that close to a girl, but she climbed in Tessa's bed and put her arm around her. Tessa nestled herself back against Sierra so that they lay like spoons. Sierra could feel Tessa's heart race and when her arm brushed against her nipples they were hardened. She was starting to think that Tessa wanted something more from her, but Sierra had no idea how to please a woman or had ever considered it. So she simply rubbed Tessa's belly until she slept. The story continues in Volume 2: Gladiatrix