5 comments/ 70312 views/ 18 favorites Gladiatrix By: Brianna_Tease This is the second volume of the Sierra Waycross saga. It can be read as a standalone story but if you want to see how Sierra became a gladiator then check out 'Academy' in my list of stories. This tale contains strong erotic content and sexual domination so enter at your own risk. * Sierra Waycross stood in the wings waiting for her first contest as a professional gladiator. She nervously adjusted the thin band that held the bottom part of her wrestling costume together. The only relief to her sense of anxiety was that her opponent was her best friend and roommate from the Saebra academy where they had spent the last two years training. Tessa Lockhart stood at her side with the same sense of excitement and anticipation that Sierra felt. Sierra and Tessa came from two completely diverse backgrounds but had developed a deep friendship regardless. Sierra had lived a privileged life as a daughter of nobility in the far off kingdom of Rahnd. She had a talent for weaponry and martial combat, which she kept secret from her family. She left the drudgery of court life without telling anyone in order to follow her dreams of becoming a warrior. She now kept her noble background secret. At the academy, she was often underestimated in combat because she appeared too feminine to be considered a threat. Sierra's beauty had a classic quality. Her hair cascaded to her shoulders in waves and natural dark streaks permeated her blonde locks giving a striking multicolored effect. Her skin was a golden tint from her time training outdoors and her bright emerald eyes completed a sensational portrait of a woman that any man would desire. The fact that she didn't look the part of a gladiator often worked in her favor. Her opponents at the academy never expected her to be so skilled and she finished at the top of her class along with Tessa. Tessa was a raven-haired beauty with dark mysterious eyes. She was just as alluring as Sierra, but that sense of mystery shrouded a hint of ruthlessness that could rise to the surface if needed. She came from a land where she grew up as a thief in order to have enough food to eat. That survival instinct turned into a profession until she was eventually caught and arrested. She had the option of prison or the gladiator school. She chose the latter. Sierra continued to fidget with her scant costume. "I can't believe they make us wear these," she complained. "We might as well be wrestling in our underwear. I don't see how this is supposed to stay on in a fight." "I think that's the idea," Tessa replied wryly. "I find the knee-high boots that go with it even more amusing. And these vibrant colors really make us stand out." Both girls were wearing identical costumes except Sierra's was a vivid lime-green and Tessa's was bright yellow. Each had a black collar signifying the rank they had when they left the academy. They hoped to achieve metallic collars eventually which signified a much higher rank. "I just have to get used to the fact that there will be men in the audience looking over every inch of us," Sierra added. "I'm not used to being so exposed. At least at the academy it was just women watching." "Get used to it. I heard that the costumes in some of the midnight shows are even worse than this. At least these are somewhat sturdy, but not by much," Tessa replied. Sierra and Tessa waited patiently for their match. Two other female contestants stood just ahead of them and would be competing first. The women stood as far from each other in the wing as possible and gave each other cold glances. There was obviously no kinship between those two. The herald announced the two competitors and they both entered the arena to thunderous cheers and applause. Even though this was one of the smaller arenas in the city of Beltran it was still packed to capacity with people paying no small amount of coin to attend. Beltran was famous throughout the lands for its gladiatorial games. Decades ago, it was primarily slaves and convicts who competed, but now fame and fortune could be found for aspiring athletes. Successful gladiators became stars and heroes to the adoring public. The loud cheering that came from this small arena was just a hint of what the future would hold for those who advanced. The two competitors faced each other in the center of the arena. The woman in the red wrestling costume was named Janlyn. She had closely cropped blonde hair and an athletic body. Her opponent, Caiteran, was wearing blue. She had sandy colored hair, which she kept tied back as not to hinder her match. Their outfits were just as skimpy as what Sierra and Tessa were wearing. Both contestants were strikingly beautiful, which was a sign of favor from the goddess Saebra. It was believed that beauty helped a gladiatrix channel Saebra's energy into fighting skill. Slave girls entered the arena with buckets and poured a clear oil on the padded floor of the arena. The two contestants were staring each other down. When the slave girls exited, the herald rang the bell to signal the start of the match. The moment the bell sounded Janlyn delivered a swift kick to Caiteran's chin with her red boot. Caiteran staggered and Janlyn pounced on her not willing to give up her advantage. The audience erupted in a frenzy of cheers. The women grappled and tumbled on the mat. Their bodies were now glistening in oil under the torch lit arena. Caiteran started to regain some momentum but never fully recovered from the cheap shot she had received from Janlyn at the opening. There was a nasty gash under her chin where her boot had made contact. Before Caiteran could steer the match in her favor, Janlyn grabbed the back of Caiteran's head and managed to undo the tie that held her hair back. Caiteran now had another disadvantage as her hair fell freely. Janlyn had a hand hold of it and started dragging and swinging her around the arena. Caiteran managed to grab her opponents arm and threw her over her shoulder. She appeared to be back in the match but Janlyn grabbed Caiteran's tight, blue top and started to pull. Caiteran scratched and clawed back, but Janlyn finally ripped the flimsy top off. Caiteran made a futile attempt to cover herself and was embarrassed by the roar of the men in the crowd. That moment of modesty turned out to be a mistake as Janlyn took advantage and was able to maneuver her into a painful hold. Sierra and Tessa watched the match in astonishment. "There's obviously no honor in this contest," Sierra said. "Or rules for that matter," Tessa added. Janlyn was pulling Caiteran's arms out to the side with her knee planted firmly in her back. The men in the audience enjoyed this hold as Caiteran's breast were now helplessly thrust forward. "Give up, wench," Janlyn growled. "You won't get the pleasure, bitch!" Caiteran shouted defiantly. Then Janlyn started pulling her arms harder as Caiteran screamed. There was a popping sound as her right arm dislocated from her shoulder. "OKAY-OKAY I GIVE UP!" Janlyn released her and Caiteran collapsed to the mat sobbing in pain. An arena judge came forward and raised Janlyn's arm as the crowd cheered for her in adoration. Caiteran was carried off the mat. Sierra was beginning to wonder what she had gotten herself into as she waited for the herald to announce their fight. At least she was competing against her best friend where there wouldn't be any of the dirty fighting that they had just witnessed. When Sierra and Tessa entered the arena their adrenaline started pumping at the sound of the cheers. The evening sky had a purple quality as the sun had just set. Numerous torches lit the exquisite architecture of the stadium and the oil that covered the arena floor had a sweet and pleasant smell to it. The mostly-male audience eyed the new combatants hungrily. Sierra felt awkward and self-conscious knowing that all these men would probably be fantasizing about them after hours. When the bell sounded, all friendship was momentarily put aside. The girls circled each other with the only intent being the defeat of the other. There were no cheap shots but they fought fiercely trying to take advantage of any weakness they had learned about each other during their training. Sierra was finding it hard to get a good hold on Tessa as they were now covered in slick oil. Tessa maneuvered behind Sierra and had a forearm locked under her chin. Sierra tried to escape but Tessa grabbed the thin strap that held the bottom part of her costume together for leverage. The more Sierra struggled, the harder Tessa pulled the strap until the fabric started to make a tearing sound. "Watch the suit, Tess," Sierra growled in a fierce whisper. "It's about to break. I'd rather not have my nether regions on full display to the public!" "Come on Sierra," Tessa teased in her ear. "Shouldn't we give the crowd what they want?" Sierra made a desperation move by kicking her leg back and managed to trip Tessa. Both girls rolled until they were tangled up like a pretzel. Sierra now had a superior position with her opponent locked up in a pin. Tessa desperately tried to escape but she couldn't. The bell sounded after she maintained the pin for five seconds signifying that Sierra had won. Sierra stood and helped Tessa to her feet. The crowd cheered enthusiastically for their spirited battle but was disappointed that there had been no hair pulling or shredded costumes. The two women exited the arena while artfully dodging the groping hands that were trying to reach over the wall and touch their glistening bodies. Mistress Tameer was in the wing to greet them. She had been the headmistress at the Saebra academy and was here to mentor Sierra and Tessa in the beginning stages of their career. Tameer had long silver hair that flowed past her shoulders. It was difficult to determine her age. There wasn't a single line on her face, but it showed maturity. Her body was youthful and had the form of a twenty year old . Sierra guessed that she was probably fifteen or twenty years older but never dared to ask. "Congratulations to both of you on a well fought match," Tameer beamed. "You never cease to amaze me, Sierra." "I would have had her if she hadn't started chatting it up with me in the middle," Tessa sulked, but then gave Sierra a playful smile. "You'll know better next time," Tameer reprimanded. "If I may be so bold in saying," Sierra interjected, "this is nothing like I thought it would be. First of all, these costumes couldn't be any less practical. I also thought there would be a sense of honor in combat, but judging from that first match it's far from it." "Honor means little to your audience," Tameer replied. "There is a dark side to the masses and they will gladly turn a blind eye to treachery. It creates more drama for their entertainment. Plus, you are nothing more than a guilty pleasure to them. Visual sex, if you will. The underground powers that run the arena network are aware of what the public wants and will gladly give it to them. Your best bet is to hone your skills as best you can and play the game the way it's meant to be played." "Now enough of the serious talk," Tameer continued. "You've both earned yourself a visit to the spa. Beltran has the best in the land and I'm sure you'll find it quite an enjoyable experience." Tameer led them through a network of tunnels that ran underneath the city. After walking a quarter of a mile she led them up a stairwell into the spa. Tameer left them in the first chamber, which had a large bubbling bath carved in the tile. Two sorceresses stood on either side of the bath. They held their glowing hands outstretched before them. They were apparently causing the water to bubble and steam by use of magic. Both of the magic wielders wore silk gowns that were nearly transparent and tied at the waist with a sash. They had an exotic allure about them. Dimly lit orbs on the wall cast a subtle light in the chamber that danced off the moving water. Janlyn, the winner of the first wrestling match, was already in the pool completely naked. "You may disrobe and enter the baths," one sorceress said to Sierra and Tessa. Tessa shrugged and started unlacing her boots. She peeled off her wrestling uniform and stuck a toe in the water to test the temperature. She slowly eased her way into the churning water. "Ahh, Sierra, now this is the life." Sierra, being a bit more shy due to her noble upbringing, unlaced her boots slowly. She wasn't used to undressing in front of others. Janlyn was watching her intently as if she were sizing her up. Sierra quickly slipped out of her costume and hurried into the pool a little too fast. She hissed as the water scalded her at first but she soon got used to it. Tessa turned to Janlyn and asked, "So where's your opponent?" "Probably with the healer," Janlyn replied nonchalantly. "She's missing out on a luxurious evening at the spa. That's the price she pays for being weak." "That's a rather brutal philosophy to have," Sierra responded. "You could have really hurt her." Janlyn showed her first hint of emotion all evening. "You sound like a spoiled little princess. You'll be eaten alive with that attitude." The comment stung Sierra a little because there was probably a hint of underlying truth to it. Sierra had come from a life of privilege and nobility – a fact that she tried to keep well-hidden. She thought she had buried those courtly influences at the academy, but she was starting to realize that she still had much to overcome. She had to come to terms with the fact that this was a very different world, which demanded a different approach. After a half hour, the sorceresses put their hands down and the water slowly stopped bubbling. "You may exit the pool and enter the next chamber for your massages," one of the sorceresses announced. Janlyn got up and stepped out of the tub. Her body glistened as water ran down her lithe form. "This is your first time at the spa, right?" Janlyn enquired. "Follow my lead." She grabbed a towel off a hook and proceeded to dry off. She went to her belongings and slipped into a tiny black thong and nothing more. She then proceeded through the door to the next chamber while Sierra and Tessa were still drying off. Tessa put on a satiny pair of red, string bikini panties and then strapped on a matching bra. "Well, at least I'm more modest than she is, just not by much," she giggled. Sierra picked out her most comfortable underwear, which consisted of a small pair of white lacy panties with minimal coverage in the back and a bra that had a delicate lace fringe. Both girls took short terrycloth robes off the hook and tied them on before they entered the next chamber. When they arrived, Janlyn laughed at them. "You won't be needing those robes much longer. Why bother?" Before they could respond, Mistress Tameer entered the chamber. She was followed by ten ravishing men wearing nothing but loincloths. "Now ladies," Tameer chimed, "you may pick out a masseur. Janlyn gets the first pick for winning her bout most soundly. Sierra gets the next pick." Janlyn picked a man that was well-built, but appeared a bit on the soft side for Sierra's taste. She imagined that Janlyn liked to feel superior and that might have something to do with who she picked. Sierra zeroed in on a dark haired hunk who was well-muscled but not overly so and was much more masculine. He had just the right amount of hair on his chest and Sierra imagined what it would be like to run her fingers through it. He also had two days worth of beard stubble, which gave him a rugged look that she liked. The man Tessa picked had a nicely chiseled body that was smooth and shaved. The rest of the men seemed disappointed that they weren't chosen. "With that, I will leave you to enjoy the rest of your evening," Tameer announced. She left the chamber and the remaining men followed her. Three tables were spaced out a distance from each other. Sierra's masseur led her to the table in the middle of the chamber. "Sierra right?" he asked gently. "You may want to remove your robe." "Umm, wow, I don't even know your name yet," she replied nervously as she fingered the hem of her robe. "My name is Chaven and trust me, I'll be gentle," he smiled at her. Sierra reluctantly removed her robe and hopped on the table laying on her stomach. Chaven applied an oil to her back that had a nice exotic scent of spices. His strong hands were gentle and felt good to her. "You don't look like the type who would be giving massages. You look like you could be a gladiator yourself," Sierra said in a relaxed voice. "Actually, I was a gladiator for a short while and won a boxing tournament two years ago. Then I decided to retire." "Why did you retire? You're still young." "The injuries and cutthroat nature of it all started to get old. Plus, this job has its perks." As he said that, Chaven gently ran his fingers down her back and started caressing her buttocks. Sierra held her breath as he let his fingers glide along the edge of her panties. "Why don't you turn over," Chaven said. "Um…okay," Sierra replied and hesitantly rolled over. Chaven started to rub oil on her belly and slowly worked his way down. He lingered right at the edge of her panties and then proceeded to caress her legs with his masculine hands. Sierra's nipples were now pressing firmly against the flimsy material of her bra. "You know, if you remove your top I can give you a more complete massage," Chaven coaxed. "Well, that would be a bit forward now wouldn't it?" Sierra replied. "Look at the others and you tell me," he said with a smile. She looked over at Tessa and she already had her bra off. Sierra then looked over to the other side of the room and gasped. Janlyn had just unhooked her masseur's loincloth and she was stroking his growing manhood. "Well, I wouldn't want to break tradition," she said and cautiously sat up. Chaven reached around and expertly unhooked the strap. Sierra felt self-conscious at being so exposed with her rock hard nipples giving away her sense of excitement. He lavishly applied oil to her breasts and circumnavigated their roundness. He teasingly worked his way up to her pointed nipples and gave little circular motions on them with the tips of his fingers. This drove her crazy as she involuntarily gave a little moan and her breath quickened. Sierra looked over and noticed that Janlyn was walking out of the chamber to a private room with her naked massage guy. Tessa was now being straddled by her man. She was working at undoing his loincloth as he was massaging her. As Chaven continued to bring new levels of pleasure to Sierra's breasts she looked down at his loincloth and noticed the bulge underneath. She couldn't help herself and her hand wandered underneath it. She could feel the perfect outline his swelling penis through the flimsy material that contained it. She then found and undid the hooks and let it fall to the ground. Her heart skipped a beat as his manly girth fell out and bounced a little until it rested at a forty-five degree angle towards the ground. "It looks like we have the chamber to ourselves now," Chaven informed her in his deep velvety voice. Sierra looked over and noticed that Tessa had already left with her guy, apparently to another private room. Chaven ran his fingers under Sierra's tight panties pulling them down an inch. His fingers brushed by her closely trimmed hair so he started to pet it. At the same time he bent forward and let his tongue flutter on her nipple. He then navigated to the other nipple doing a circular tongue motion before sucking it sensually. "Maybe we shouldn't do this here," Sierra said in a quivering voice. She was nervous that someone would walk in. Gladiatrix "I don't think anyone is coming," he replied. "I'm willing to take a chance if you are." Before she could respond his finger found its way into her most secret place, which was now very moist. He lingered and explored for a moment before finding the magic spot. Sierra's back arched and her breathing became even more labored. She reached for his cock and started stroking it. It was now filled to capacity. The oil from her own body allowed easy friction as she stroked and oiled his member. He continued to work her perfect spot until she couldn't take it any more. Her passion exploded into a massive orgasm which left her moaning and her hips thrusting on their own accord. Chaven gave her a moment to rest and then he gently pulled her to the edge of the table. He wasted no time sliding her panties off her body. The table was just the right size to where his large organ was pointing directly at her treasured place. He teased her by rubbing his penis along the slit until the tip was glistening with her juices. Just as she thought he was going to thrust it inside her he stepped back. He knelt and she felt his tongue licking her crevice. His teasing was driving her mad and finally his tongue entered her. He was performing what seemed to be impossible oral acrobatics on her. She felt another massive explosion building. "Oh…oh…OH…YESSSS!!" Sierra's last word started as a scream and ended in a moan. He gave Sierra another moment to catch her breath and spread her legs apart as his manhood was pressed against her pussy. "Are you ready for this?" "Uh-huh," she nodded. "Are you sure?" he teased. "Yes, fuck me now," she pleaded. She sucked in her breath as he slowly inserted the length of his shaft. He was slow and teasing at first and then gained momentum. He lifted her legs up so that they rested on his shoulders. She had never done it like this before and it caused a deeper, more intense penetration. For the next several minutes he would build close to a climax and then slowed his motion in order to prolong. This allowed Sierra to reach the height of her experience. There was a tingling sensation in her head and she thought she was about to pass out. Then she reached the point of no return and lingered there for a long moment of ecstasy. She finally let out a scream as she came. Chaven had reached his limit as well. He pulled his engorged and throbbing manhood out and shot a massive amount of his sex all over her stomach and breasts. It was several minutes before either could catch their breath. When they did, Chaven took her by the hand and led her to one of the private rooms that had a luxurious bed. They crawled under the covers and soon fell asleep. Sierra was feeling incredibly sexual that night and woke him up after a couple of hours. They had another mad, passionate encounter and then she fell soundly asleep until well into the morning. Sierra was disappointed that she wasn't allowed to go back to the spa on a regular basis. Mistress Tameer told her that she would get soft if she went too often and she was only allowed to go if she had an exceptional performance in the arena. Sierra spent the next couple of weeks training for her first melee contest. The training was so intense that she didn't even have time to think about the spa or other luxuries. When she was this focused it was like the sword was an extension of her own being. On the evening of her next contest, Mistress Tameer helped Sierra into her armor. It consisted of a garishly designed helmet, breastplate, shoulder guards, a metal guard for her loins and thigh guards. Leather boots that laced up past her knee and matching gloves completed the ensemble. Sierra found the suit to be completely impractical. "Why can't I wear something more than a thong and halter underneath this?" Sierra griped. "It's standard code," Tameer replied. "Plus, you don't want your movement to be hindered." "I can't say that I have much faith in this armor. It seems more ornamental than practical and these straps aren't at all sturdy. One well-placed hit and I'm going to lose some of it." "Then it's your job to make sure you don't get hit," Tameer reprimanded. "Remember that the swords are dulled and collapse into the hilt to prevent the likelihood of death but they still cut." Tessa was in the wing leading into the arena and wished Sierra luck. Tessa looked her over and made sure all her straps were on securely. Sierra waited patiently to be announced as she tried to calm herself from the usual nerves that stirred before a contest. When she was announced, Sierra entered the arena and the fanfare was in full swing. Battles between males and females always drew a sellout crowd and received top billing. This arena was one of the five largest in the city and was much bigger than the last one she fought in. Sierra was introduced as a young, up and coming gladiatrix and the roar from the crowd was deafening. Many would be cheering her on as an underdog. Her opponent's name was Darwin Lake who was a fan favorite. His armor was just as flashy and intricately designed. Sierra didn't know much about her opponent. She had been training so hard that she didn't have time to attend any other matches and scout him out. Tameer had mentioned to her that he was a crafty fighter that liked to toy with his opponents. Sierra hoped to use that to her advantage. After greeting the adoring crowd the gladiators saluted each other. The bell sounded and the two combatants circled each other carefully studying and looking for an opening. If a judge deemed that a fighter delivered a solid hit they would be awarded a point. The first to score four points would win. A forfeit would also result in victory for the opponent. Sierra was just about ready to make a move when her opponent suddenly charged her with his sword moving in an intricate dance. She had to go on the defensive and parry. His sword slipped in and detached a shoulder guard, which went flying across the arena. She lunged for an opening but he countered with his sword artfully finding the strap of her left thigh guard. It snapped and the armor fell to the ground with a clang. This caught Sierra by surprise and she had to roll to avoid his next onslaught. Darwin made contact with her exposed leg and scored a hit. Sierra was forced to ignore the trickle of blood that ran down her leg. It wasn't long before Sierra figured out his game. He wasn't as interested in scoring points, but was more interested in stripping her piece by piece. He had it down to an art. The crowd cheered louder with each piece of armor she lost. She made some vicious counters and managed to dislodge his breast plate and thigh guard but he soon had all her armor stripped except for the small guard that protected her loins and her helmet. She was dangerously vulnerable with nothing protecting her torso but a tight black halter that barely covered her breasts. There was a diagonal window in the halter that showed a generous view of cleavage and would make a great target. The last piece of body armor she had looked like metallic underwear and served as little protection. Sierra had to think of something fast. If she lost anything else she would have to suffer the humiliation of fighting bare-assed in her tiny thong underwear. Darwin was laughing at her predicament, which made her even more angry. She abandoned all her training and made a mad charge at him. This caught him off guard as he backed away. He lifted his sword to block but her swing caught it just right and the sword went soaring across the arena leaving him weaponless. Darwin crouched with his gloved hands in front of him. Sierra maneuvered herself between him and his sword. He had to figure out a way to get to it, but she wasn't going to let him. She decided that it was her turn to toy with him. With careful aim she started stripping him of the rest of his armor. She giggled when she dislocated his midguard leaving him in nothing but a tiny yellow thong, helmet and boots. This pleased the females in the audience as they cheered with girlish delight. Darwin made a desperate run for his weapon but Sierra arced her sword and caught his helmet as it flew off his head and left him dazed. He shook his sweaty, shoulder length hair out of his face as Sierra approached him. She had her sword across his chin and backed him to a wall. "What are you going to do now, hotshot?" Sierra asked with a crooked smile. Dawin's mind was racing a mile a minute trying to figure a way out of this. "You can always quit," she teased. She slowly ran the tip of her sword down his chest and belly. When it got to his leg she brought it back up and slid it under his thong. The sword was now resting against his penis. One sudden move would cause unspeakable damage. He shook his head that he wasn't going to forfeit. Then she gave the sword a gentle sawing motion that caused tiny threads to start unraveling his thong. "Okay, I surrender," he announced with exasperation. The judge signaled Sierra's victory and trumpets sounded. She took a couple of laps around the arena greeting her new fans before exiting. Tameer and Tessa were in the wings to congratulate her. "That was a magnificent performance, Sierra!" Mistress Tameer was elated but Sierra wasn't smiling. "I wouldn't call that much of a battle," Sierra responded. "Look at me. I barely have any armor left. It was more of a study in humiliation than combat." "You call that humiliation?" Tameer responded in a sober voice. "You don't know what humiliation is yet. If you want to find out, meet me at the southern most arena tomorrow evening and you'll see." With that she quietly walked away. Tessa broke the awkward silence. "Well, if we're talking about humiliation, I think your opponent got the worst of it. That was hot the way you stripped him down and did that thing at the end with your sword. I'm beginning to like this new, more aggressive you." Sierra glared at her. The next evening, Sierra and Tessa met with Mistress Tameer at the arena as she had requested. "Follow me," Tameer said. She led them to one of the wings entering the arena where they would have a close view of the upcoming event. "What's this all about?" Sierra asked. She still didn't know why they were there. "Just wait. You'll want to see this next contest." Several minutes later, the combatants entered the arena. A male and female gladiator faced off for a melee battle. When the bell sounded it was clear that the male had the upper hand. "The young woman's name is Leeza," Tameer explained. "She's newer to the gladiator profession than you two are. Her opponent is Airn, who is an advanced gladiator. This kind of a mismatch happens all the time. Watch how he toys with her." Leeza was giving a spirited effort, but things were not going her way. She was losing parts of her armor with each strike of his sword. Her dismay was starting to show as she began to fight erratically. Sierra knew how she felt having gone through the same thing. Unfortunately, Leeza didn't have enough skill to make a comeback. It wasn't long before Leeza was stripped down to her thong and tight bra. The audience was enjoying every minute of her predicament as the thunderous noise from the stands testified. Airn's every move was well planned. Now that her armor was gone he concentrated on scoring points. Using the flat of his sword he gave her a stinging smack across the side of her thigh. When she turned, he reversed his sword direction and gave her a solid slap on the butt. Tameer continued her commentary, "Notice that he isn't even attempting to draw blood with his hits. You'll soon realize that he has other things planned." Leeza did her best to parry but it was to no avail. Airn delivered a well-placed attack that disarmed her. She backed up to the wall helplessly. With no other options, Leeza desperately attempted a side kick as he approached but he grabbed the heel of her boot with his free hand and threw her to the ground. He followed up by scoring his final point and winning the match. The flat of Airn's sword had caught Leeza on the back of the neck and left her dazed. After making a celebratory circle around the arena he picked Leeza up off the ground and threw her over his shoulder. The audience went wild. Leeza was futilely kicking and pounding on his back as he walked out of the arena and down a corridor with her. "Follow me," Tameer said to her students. "This isn't over yet." There was a narrow opening in the corner of the corridor and she led Sierra and Tessa through it. It was a dank, dark area that ran parallel to the tunnel. Tameer stopped in front of large vent that had a lighted area on the other side. "That's the male gladiator lounge," she whispered. "You can observe from here." There were several gladiators in various states of undress when Airn walked in with Leeza still over his shoulder kicking and cursing him. "I see you won yourself a prize, Airn," one called out to him. Airn unceremoniously dumped her in the middle of the floor. She got up to make a run for it but another gladiator stood in her way. She ran the other direction but was blocked by another. The men laughed as they circled her and she had nowhere to go. Leeza backed herself into a corner and held her breath as Airn slowly started removing his armor. He stood naked in front of her and ran the back of his hand down the front of her body in a slow caress. "Please, don't do this," Leeza pleaded as she started trembling. "Too late now, love," Airn said softly. He motioned down. "Look what you do to me. I think we need to finish what's been started." He was blaming her for the state of his swollen manhood. Airn reached up and savagely tore Leeza's bra off. She gasped and crossed her arms over her breasts. "Shouldn't we do something?" Tessa whispered to Tameer fiercely. "What would you have us do? This is their turf. I'm sure they'd love to have three more of us to add to the mix. What you don't understand is these things happen all the time. I brought you here to educate you on what the typical life of a gladiatrix is like." Airn now had Leeza on the ground and she was still squirming to get away. He grabbed her underwear to pull them off. "No!" she screamed. There was a tug-of-war as she was trying to hold them on but he won and slid them off her legs tossing them aside. Airn spread Leeza's legs apart. His fully erect penis dangled inches from her female place as she was panting. The rest of the men in the lounge were cheering him on. Some of them stood naked or nearly naked with their own growing erections. "AAAAHHHH!" Leeza wailed as he pushed himself inside her. Airn started thrusting at a quick and firm pace. He gave a guttural grunt with each thrust. Leeza was making small whimpering sounds. Sierra watched the whole exchange with morbid fascination. She felt guilty about being a quiet observer to this and she felt even more guilty about being somewhat aroused by it. Leeza wasn't even struggling anymore. It was almost as if she had resigned herself to what was happening. Sierra couldn't tell if Leeza's moans were from despair or some strange sense of ecstasy. Airn let out a loud groan himself as he finally completed his ruthless task. After catching his breath, he stood up with his manhood dripping. Leeza just laid there breathlessly without even putting up a fight as another man approached to take his place. Tessa was intently watching everything unfold, but she was also keeping an eye on someone in the corner. It was a man who she had an encounter with while at the academy. Kelvyn was someone she had been attracted to while at the school. He actually saved her once from getting gang raped by some other men from the male academy. He then shocked her by taking her himself. He had been gentle in the encounter but it had not been consensual. To this day, Kelvyn had remained a mysterious enigma to her. She was hoping that he would step in and put a stop to this violation that was happening as he had done with her. Only this time she hoped he would simply help the girl up and not take her for himself. By the time the third different man was on Leeza, Tessa had lost faith in Kelvyn doing anything heroic. He watched for a few more minutes and then simply left the lounge. Tessa sighed in disappointment. He would continue to remain an enigma to her. "I think I've seen enough," Tessa said to Tameer. "Yeah, lets go," Sierra added. As they walked back down the corridor Tameer spoke to Sierra. "You understand that's what they had planned for you last night. You just caught them off guard. They didn't expect you to be the threat that you are." "It was nice of you to warn me ahead of time," Sierra replied sharply. "I won't always be around to keep giving you advice. There is much you'll have to learn on your own. Plus, I had faith that you could handle yourself and you proved me right." "So what are we supposed to do, wait around until someone manages to rape us?" Sierra retorted. "Not at all. I actually think there's a way we can turn the tables on the male establishment. You might be the very one who could accomplish that." "How so?" "Just leave it up to me and I'll set the stage," Tameer responded with a hint of a smile. The next day, Mistress Tameer visited the male training facilities. Women were usually not allowed in the facility but being a headmistress allowed her the freedom to go wherever she pleased. She boldly walked into the gymnasium where a group of scantily clad males were either training with weights or wrestling. The men stopped their activities not used to a beautiful woman boldly walking into their private facility. Tameer approached headmaster Dylan. "What brings you here on this fine day, Tameer? You're looking as lovely as ever," Dylan commented with a charming smile. "It's good to see you too, Dylan. I have a favor to ask. I need the use of one of your gladiators." "May I ask why?" "For a contest. A midnight show, actually." Midnight shows were usually lecherous events where female gladiators would perform stripteases and then wrestle each other in front of a roomful of nobles. The costumes the women had to wear made the standard wrestling uniforms look conservative. There was extra money for a female willing to compete in such a fashion and some of the city's richest men would pay a small fortune to attend. It was a bonus for the men when the fights got particularly vicious and the women started scratching and ripping each other's minimal costumes to shreds. "A midnight show?" Dylan enquired. "Why would you possibly need a male gladiator for one of those?" "Well, it won't be a show for men to see. I was thinking of entertainment for women." Dylan started laughing and shaking his head. "That's not going to happen. It wouldn't be fitting for any of my men to take part in such a display." "But think of all the money we could draw in. There are plenty of noblewomen who would pay a mint to see that. And I can find other ways to make it worth your while," Tameer whispered in his ear flirtatiously. Dylan paused to think it over. It would bring a lot of money and the thought of Tameer spending a night in his bed was very enticing. He felt a stiffness in his pants just thinking about it. "How exactly would this work?" He asked. "Easy. You supply a male gladiator to wrestle one of my women. I'll take care of arranging things from there." "A male vs. female wrestling match? Isn't that a bit unusual?" "Yes, but that will be part of the allure. The ultimate battle of the sexes. And if your guy wins he can keep her as a prize for the evening." Gladiatrix "Too easy," Dylan laughed. "I don't think there is a woman that could stand a chance against any of my men, but I'll agree to your terms." "Great! Just line your men up for me and I'll choose one." The men in the training hall stood in a line in front Tameer. She slowly walked down the line looking each of the men up and down. She took time touching them and feeling the firmness of their muscles while they stood at attention trying not to react. She stopped in front of a gorgeous stud wearing nothing but a supporter strap. He had medium length dark brown hair that had golden streaks from time in the sun. Tameer slowly ran her fingers down his rounded pecs and let them glide along the ridges of his muscular abs. His chest was smooth and clean shaven. She liked the fact that he had a bronze tan over his whole body. She walked behind and cupped his butt feeling how firm it was. "I think this one will do fine," she said to Dylan. "That's Valyn Gellantra. I'll have him ready for you within the week." Valyn was one of Dylan's best wrestlers. He tried to suppress a smile as he thought about how easy this was going to be. A week later, Valyn arrived at the arena the evening of his scheduled contest. He patiently waited in the lounge until Mistress Tameer arrived. She entered the room wearing a tight fitting black dress that was slit all the way up one leg and had a neckline that plunged nearly to the navel. The dress accentuated her curves and the fullness of her breasts. Normally, Valyn would be aroused at the sight of such an alluring woman but he was focused on his upcoming contest. "Thank you for arriving as I requested. Please remove your clothes," Tameer ordered. Valyn replied warily, "A little bit of privacy would be nice." "Please, do as I ask," she said more firmly. Valyn reluctantly stripped down to his brief underwear while she watched. "I haven't received a wrestling uniform yet." "I have it right here." Tameer dangled the costume from her finger. It was nothing but a shiny G-string that consisted of a few inches of silvery fabric. He took it from her and looked at it dubiously. "Where's the rest of it?" he demanded. "That's it," she replied with a mischievous smile. "You'll have boots and knee pads too." "I can't wear this," Valyn complained. "There will be ladies in the audience." "And I assure you, they'll love it," she replied with a hint of glee. "I am not putting that on. It's not dignified." "I've never heard the men from your establishment complaining about the dress code of women. Now put it on." Valyn knew the penalty of disobeying a headmistress and had no choice but to follow her instructions. She gave him the rules of the contest as he dressed and tried to tuck himself into the skimpy piece of material. "This contest has some extra features to make it more interesting. You've read the rules but I'll go over them again. Each contestant will have a partner that will remain behind a magic force field. There will be an orb by each partner. When the orb is broken, your partner will be released to assist you for ten minutes. When the time is up, the force field will surround your teammate again taking them out of play. There are also traps in the arena which you'll need to be careful of so consider yourself warned." Sierra and Tessa stood in the wings waiting for the contest. Several arena girls were entertaining the crowd with sensual belly dances. "I thought the standard wrestling uniforms were bad but this thing is absolutely humiliating," Sierra complained. Her barely-there costume was held together by a couple of flimsy strings and it only covered her most intimate places. Her hair was pulled back in a clip leaving some loose bangs and curls dangling by her ears. Her dark streaked blonde locks cascaded to her neck from the clip. She wore shiny red boots, which came up to her thighs and theywere the same color as her skimpy costume. Her body had a glittery sheen from an oil that a servant girl had just applied. Her silver collar which signified her rank added to the sexiness of her outfit. "I warned you about these midnight shows," Tessa replied. "The fans pay a lot of money for their guilty pleasures and I must admit that you have the ultimate killer bod for the costume. You're the very definition of erotic right now." Sierra glared at Tessa. "At least your costume covers your ass." "The show is all about you. It's not my fault that Mistress Tameer chose you to represent us. I'm just there for the assist. Anyway, you're her best wrestler." Mistress Tameer came up the hallway to greet them. "I hope you're ready for the match, Sierra." "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied nervously. Tameer handed Sierra a flask that had a mysterious liquid in it. "Here, drink this. It's a sweet nectar from the Venus fruit. It helps channel Saebra's energy. It will also help you relax." Sierra eyed the concoction cautiously. It had a luminescent pink tinge to it and smelled exotically sweet. She took a small sip and found it to be delicious. She downed the rest of it. Amazingly, her nerves subsided and she felt a pleasant tingling sensation all over – especially in her loins. Tameer spoke to her in a low voice. "You've seen how the male gladiators have been humiliating our women in the arena. I want you to give them a dose of their own medicine and show them what it's like to be humiliated." Her words seemed to have an enchanting effect on Sierra. When the dancers finished their erotic tease they exited the arena. A cute female herald in tight leather pants and ruffled blouse entered the middle of the floor. "Ladies and gentleman, now entering the arena, give a warm welcome to the gladiatrix, Sierra Waycross!" Trumpets sounded as Sierra entered the arena but the crowd soon drowned them out with their cheers. Sierra felt a little self-conscious the way the men in the audience were eyeing her like she was a tasty treat. "And now ladies, you may need to brace yourself this," the herald announced with a sexy lilt in her voice, "her opponent, Valyn Gellantra!" Sierra's heart skipped a beat when her opponent entered the arena. He was a sensational specimen of a man with a perfectly sculpted body. She was also pleased by the fact that his costume was just as scarce as her own if not more so. There were more women than men in the audience and they seemed to enjoy it too as they had lust in their eyes and started whispering to each with naughty giggles. Many of them gave catcalls as he entered. The trumpets continued their fanfare as one of the arena girls who had just danced approached Valyn. She had a flask of oil and poured a liberal amount in her hands. She eagerly started applying it all over his body not missing a spot until his body glistened. Valyn was unfazed by it and just stood there studying Sierra. Sierra wasn't sure what was in the potion that Tameer had given her but she was starting feel incredibly horny. Just the sight of this hunk of man squeezed into a tiny G-string was causing her nipples to become erect and visibly showed through the thin fabric of her bikini top. His boots, knee pads and gold collar made him look even more erotic. Tessa took her place in the corner next to a glowing orb and a force field encircled her. Valyn had chosen one of his fellow gladiators as a teammate. The man wore a small pair of wrestling briefs and took his place in the opposite corner from Tessa. A magical field lit up around him. The bell sounded signaling the beginning of the match. The two fighters circled each other and then grappled. It was hard to get a hold with their bodies so oily but Valyn got the advantage and lifted Sierra above his head in a body press. He then tossed her several feet to the floor. This knocked the wind out of Sierra but she got to her feet quickly. They tangled again and rolled. He had her in a painful lock that she couldn't muscle out of. She had one free hand. She reached between his legs and found his crotch. She squeezed it until he gave a yelp of pain and released her. Valyn restrained her arms and dragged her towards a large red X on the arena floor that marked a trap. Sierra had no idea what the trap was and wasn't about to find out. She kicked and clawed until she broke free. When she backed up, she noticed that she was standing right next to her opponents force field. Valyn saw the advantage and broke the orb releasing his partner. Both men smiled as she was backed into a corner with Tessa still trapped on the other side of the arena. The men would have ten minutes before the force field reactivated. Sierra made a desperation move and ran straight for her opponents. At the last second she slid on the floor right between them. They made a grab for her but she slipped out of their hands on the oily surface. She made a mad run for Tessa with the men in hot pursuit. Valyn made a dive for her but his hand just missed the heel of her boot. She smashed the orb and Tessa was released. Sierra turned and both men backed her to the wall and pinned her arms above her head. Sierra looked around for Tessa but she was nowhere to be found. Valyn turned to his partner, "Where's the other one, Quint?" Quint looked behind him and couldn't see her. "I don't know. Maybe she bolted." "Doubtful. Go find her." Quint crossed the arena floor but she was nowhere to be found. There were shadows in the corners where she could be hiding but he didn't see her. From out of nowhere a boot connected with his head and he was out cold. Tessa had used her thieving abilities to hide and climb the arena wall. She had waited on a shadowed ledge for the right opportunity to jump and take out Quint. When Valyn noticed that his teammate was passed out on the floor he released his grip on Sierra and took evasive action as both women charged him. Sierra made a flying tackle. Tessa pinned his arms to the ground as Sierra straddled him. "What are you going to do now, big guy?" Sierra asked with a sexy smile. Her crotch was pressed up against his. He wasn't erect yet but she felt firmness and potential there. Being that close to his manhood was causing a hunger in her loins and she was getting very moist. That potion Tameer had given her was really having an effect. Valyn escaped the women by arching his pelvis and throwing Sierra off. He got up and started backing away trying to figure a way out of his predicament. The two women just smiled as they casually walked towards him. He backed up to a wall but didn't realize the red X that was on it. He had set off a trap and magic ropes lashed around his wrists and legs holding him firmly against the wall. The fans were in a loud frenzy over the exciting turn of events the match had taken. "Hmm, what should we do with him now?" Tessa asked with a naughty grin. "I don't know. He looks so helpless," Sierra teased. Both girls started teasing him and letting their fingers roam his body. Sierra drew a finger down his chest and belly and then ran it along the string of his costume. "Why don't we see what's underneath?" She started circling the thin fabric with the tip of her finger teasing the head of his penis. She then started to pull the tight g-string, straining the thin threads holding it together. "Hey, stop that!" Valyn exclaimed. He started to squirm, desperate to escape his bonds. He wasn't about to have this bitch strip him naked in front of an arena full of women, but he couldn't break free. "Unfortunately for you, we're in control," Sierra teased. She pulled even harder until the string up his ass was starting to hurt. Then the flimsy fabric could take no more and snapped. "Oops," Sierra said with an evil smile as his penis flopped out. There was a distinctly feminine cheer from the women in the crowd. Tessa looked at Sierra in wide-eyed astonishment. "Wow, I thought I was the wild one, Sierra." "It must be that potion that Tameer gave me. I'll have to remember to ask her for more," she laughed. Sierra lifted Valyn's five inches of semi-erect penis and started to stroke it. "Let's see what we can make this little guy do," she giggled. Tessa laughed and joined in by gently squeezing it. Sierra had some oil on her hand that came off his body and started rubbing it on his organ. Valyn closed his eyes and tried to block out what she was doing. He was the master of his own cock. He wasn't about to let this vixen give him an erection in front of a crowd of people if he could help it. He continued to focus on unraveling the ropes that held him. Sierra got on her knees to get a closer as she stroked his manhood. The women in the audience were actually chanting for her to go down on him. The men just sat there with their jaws dropping scandalized by it all. They had paid for and expected to see salacious activity but not like this. Sierra looked up at Tessa, "Should I?" "Sounds like a plan to me," Tessa grinned. Valyn had done a good job of showing restraint up to that point, but when he felt Sierra's tongue circling the head of his penis it was more than he could take. Sierra then put mouth around the tip and slowly started sucking. She could feel him growing in her mouth. Valyn was now breathing heavily. She looked up at Tessa, "Mmm, do you wanna try?" Tessa knelt beside Sierra and started flicking her tongue on the tip causing Valyn to moan. Both girls then ran their tongues up and down his shaft at the same time. Sierra then put him back in her mouth. He let out a loud groan. When he started to pulsate rapidly she pulled off of him. His cock was purple and throbbing with a little bit of juice oozing from it. He let out an exasperated gasp when she didn't finish him off. "Ooh, you're mean, Sierra. The poor guy's about to explode," Tessa said with a wicked smile. At that time, the force field reappeared around Tessa. "Oh, damn, just when it was starting to get fun," she pouted. Valyn had been working on his bonds the whole time. He had been able to loosen them and the spell was now weakening. He finally broke them and was free. Sierra backed away as Valyn slowly approached her with his massive erection dangling between his legs. She had lost her advantage and now had to face him one-on-one. They grappled fiercely and Valyn savagely ripped her top off. Now it was the men in the stands who were cheering. Valyn maneuvered behind Sierra. She could feel his swollen cock pressed between her butt cheeks. She was squirming to get away but he had a firm grip. Great, it looks like Tameer's scheme has backfired, Sierra thought. She's going to be pissed and I'm going to get publicly raped. Sierra tried to squeeze her ass cheeks together but his hard penis was oiled enough to easily start to penetrate her. She made one last desperation move by lifting her legs and kicking off against the wall. They both fell backwards and rolled. Sierra did an acrobatic twirl and clamped her thighs around his head. They rolled until she was upright and practically sitting on his face. She had her crotch pressed into his face to where he was unable to breathe. They rolled again but she kept her thighs clamped on him. She squeezed as hard as she could until he finally passed out. The stadium erupted in a frenzy at her victory. The rest of the female gladiators in attendance poured onto the arena floor to congratulate Sierra. After a short celebration they lifted the naked and unconscious Valyn onto their shoulders and carried him out of the arena. Tameer was leaning against a corner smiling as headmaster Dylan approached her. "What is the meaning of this, Tameer? I demand to have my gladiator returned right now!" "He lost fair and square," Tameer smiled. "And remember the deal? To the victor goes the spoils. He is Sierra's prize for the evening." Dylan stood with his jaw dropped. He had never considered the possibility of his gladiator losing, let alone becoming a sexual prize. Sierra and Tessa exited the arena leaving the cheering crowd behind them and made their way to the showers. Tessa took off her wrestling gear and Sierra peeled out of what was left of her costume. They both relished the hot water that removed the oil and sweat from their bodies. "I can't believe we just did that," Tessa said. "That poor guy was like putty in your hands. I was getting incredibly horny watching it all." "And you didn't even have any of that nectar that Tameer gave me. I have a feeling that it's not over yet." Both girls laughed. They got out of the shower and put on short skirts and blouses. They entered their lounge and Valyn was tied to a massage table by his arms and feet. The women who had tied him up thought it would be cute to put a pair of tiny pink panties on him that were even smaller than the wrestling costume he had worn and barely contained him. Sierra smiled at this bit of creativity. The rest of the female gladiators cheered when Sierra entered the room. Valyn finally regained consciousness. He struggled against his bonds and looked down in alarm. "Who put me in women's panties?" he demanded. Sierra smiled at him. "That's the least of your worries," she said as she ran her hand seductively down his body and started letting her fingers play under the string of the panties that clung to him tightly. Tessa came forward with a bottle of spirits and poured it all over Valyn. She bent down and licked the sweet alcohol off his nipples. "Save some for me," Sierra joked. She slurped the puddle of spirits that had formed in his belly button. Then she let her tongue travel lower until reaching the panties. She started blowing on the mound that was tightly packaged beneath the flimsy silk. Valyn closed his eyes trying not to respond, but his penis had a mind of it's own. He had gotten soft while he was unconscious but now it started to grow again against his will. His erection was painful as the panties barely contained him and the restriction was crushing his balls. "Oh, our poor guy is in a predicament," Sierra giggled as she petted the bulge. The rest of the women laughed. His penis was painfully curled up in the tight panties with the tip trying to peek out the top. Sierra pulled out a knife and slid it under sting that held the panties together. "Maybe we should let the poor little guy in there free." She lifted the blade and everyone cheered as his erection popped out. She then took a silk scarf and let it glide over his swollen cock. She continued to tease as she lifted his meat with the scarf and let it twirl around it. Valyn gasped as Sierra tied the scarf tightly around the base of his organ just underneath his balls. "Have you ever mistreated a woman?" Sierra asked inquisitively. Valyn didn't respond. "Your silence speaks volumes," she continued. She crawled up on the table and straddled him. Sierra wasn't wearing panties under her skirt and his engorged penis rested against her warm, moist nether region. "Now you're going to find out what it's like to be on the receiving end." She lifted herself and allowed the length of his manhood to enter her. The rest of the women cheered with each thrust as she gradually started building speed. "Oh, gods," Valyn moaned involuntarily. He couldn't believe that he was literally being raped by a female and he couldn't believe how good it felt. His mind continued to reject it even though his body hungered for it. He felt like he was on the verge of an explosion but the damn scarf was tied so tightly that it prevented it. Sierra continued to work a steady rhythm on him. His penis was hitting her magic spot perfectly and her body started to shudder with a massive orgasm. After catching her breath she dismounted and said, "Tessa, do you want a turn?" Tessa gave her a devilish look as she crawled on the table. She slid him inside her and started fucking him hard. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" she said through gritted teeth while breathing heavily. "You really wanna be fucked don't you?" Gladiatrix Tessa's motion was driving Valyn crazy. He was getting hot and throbbing inside her but then she pulled off of him robbing him of his climax. His penis laid against his belly pulsating with juices dripping out. All sense of humiliation was now abandoned. He just wanted the maddening task to be completed. He was now begging for them to finish him off. "I think we've had enough fun with him," Sierra said in a sexy voice. She untied the scarf and lifted his penis which was still throbbing as she held it delicately in her fingers. She smiled and gave it a couple of squeezes and strokes. His pent-up desire was finally released as he shot a massive load a couple of feet into the air. All the women in the room squealed with delight. It took a few minutes for their giggles to die down. "You can leave now," Sierra said as they untied him. "Where are my clothes?" Valyn demanded trying to salvage any sense of dignity he could find. "You don't get any," she responded shortly. "Now run along home." Valyn protested but the women pushed him out the door into the streets and locked him out. He had no choice but to run back to the male quarters a couple of blocks away. He had to pass a group of women who were walking by. They giggled at seeing him streak by in his naked state. In just one evening, Sierra had changed how women were viewed in the arena. It was doubtful that they would be underestimated again anytime soon. The Sierra Waycross saga continues in Volume 3