A large hoof like protrusion lifted up and out, trying to somehow land a blow. At this point, Xin could tell, the move seemed more an act of desperation than anything. However, it would at least give this warrior giantess reason enough to forgo a third strike, forcing her to side step instead and, as she shifted, it'd be into a sea of tendrils that she'd find herself shoulder shoving.

It seemed as if she'd gotten the upper hand, as far as she could tell. She'd judged the strengths of this creature correctly and, a being best suited for jousting and charging, it'd seem as though her decision to take things into a close range melee had been the way to go. Yes, this thing's quick, serpentine tendrils doubtlessly made such an approach perilous for other fighters. However, with her strength of ability, it'd be in very little time at all that Xin would prove herself to be of an entirely different calibre.

Grasping the head of this creature with both of her hands, even as she felt tendrils trying to whip around, grabbing and gripping her limbs, it'd be with one of her knees that she'd thrust up and yank down, smashing the skull of this thing between the two opposing forces. She could already tell or, at least, she would already begin to theorise, that this thing's tentacles had minds of their own. However, it wasn't until she felt coils wrapping around her raised leg, that she'd have confirmation. Trying, it seems, to keep her limp raised, it'd be with a slight tug that she'd feel some attempt to pull her gait apart, to swing that knee around to the side. Of course, Xin wasn't having any of that.

Muscles tough, and tightly taught, even with Xin's fine firmness, there'd be a slight squish and sinking of flesh as tendrils constricted around her thigh and calve. Elsewhere, this thing found purchase, her remaining ankle also finding itself gripped. However, with her raised leg swiftly stomping back down, it'd be onto the flesh of that particular tentacle that her foot would find ground and, crushed into the dirt, it'd be with great difficulty that such an appendage would have to maintain its grip, let alone slither any further. Despite this things hold, there didn't seem to be much in the way of force, at least, not to this find warrior. Strength easily overruling that of the tentacles, even as she felt another grasp an arm, it wouldn't be with much sense of concern that she'd find herself seized. It was actually fairly easy to deal with these things and, as one particularly unwise tendril went for her neck, slapping and coiling around, it'd be with an iron tight, vice like grip that she'd snatch, in both hands, the offending limb and, as if pulling open a Christmas cracker, rendered the flesh.

Grasping any of her clothing would be difficult. Though the warrior had made use of some of the other 'outfits' made available to her during her stay, it'd actually be, by chance, that she found herself, this day, in that same, black jump suit in which she'd initially arrived. There wasn't really much, in regards to loose fabric, that this creature could grasp. However, even with that said, there would actually be, around at the back of her neck, just beneath the collar, a nice big, easy, metal ring, adorning the zip of her 'costume'. It was a tempting target, for certain. However, even as those slippery, serpentine limbs thrashed around, seemingly on their own, it would be against her relentless assault that this creature apparently had itself more to worry about. Slapped, battered, whipped, it'd seemingly be with no mind at all to these attacks that Xin, grinning deeply, would continue to tear into her opponent, splashing herself with blood and gore as a demonic, battle hungry look fell across her face.

There were voices calling out the action but they seemed distant despite being so loud on the PA system. The cheers and jeers of the crowd had been loud and at the same time that she battled her enemy they were a bit thrilling too almost as if she were being spurned on. Or was that for her adversary?

Her focus was on the fight itself. She found that she was stronger then the tentacles at least. The main body might have been a different story though so far she managed to elude those heavy shots. At one stage even the ring at the back of her suit had been yanked and torn away exposing some of her back and removing the ring itself from the fabric but that had been the extend of it.

Whether smashing the skull of the creature or dealing with one of those many tentacles she was a bit too busy to worry about that anyway. This creature had been more durable than she thought but at close range it was easier to deal with. It certainly would have been another matter if those tentacles were stronger though they seemed to be more of a means of manipulating objects and held only a fraction of the things power she surmised.

Silence followed as soon as it dropped to the sandy ground of the arena. Then a roar followed the stunned surprise. Gates were opening and arena guards armed with stun batons entered ushering her out of the arena.

First they encircled her at a distance making a hole in their ranks in the direction they wished her to move in. All to happy to use force against her should she resist but seeing that there was nothing on the line for her she suspected that they were here to save that creature from any lethal attacks she might have had in mind for her unconscious foe.

When out back many of the gladiatrixes congratulated her on her victory. Her time with them was short lived as she was checked out with the medic before being allowed to get more clothes, cleaned up and sent to a large state room to see Ortix.

While in that room she could see a monitor playing out the current fights which went as expected. She did not have long to wait before Ortix arrived an arena guard was outside in the hall she had a glimpse of him as Ortix slithered in.

“Whether or not that was wise is yet to be determined. Now they know what you are capable of. But that is not what you need to concern yourself with for now. Do you know how many offers I got for you in the short time to get here? Some wanted to buy you. Others thought that they could rent you believing that they have what it takes. Many wish to prove a point that your victory was a fluke.

“Of course we both know that you have limitations. For instance you cannot defeat me.”

It'd only be with some small degree of liberty that one might describe Xin's blood lust as 'world turning red'. Though, with the fluid escaping the sundered tendrils a deep blue, navy might have been a better word for it. Part of her programming, as well as something bred into the bone, when it came to creating the perfect soldier, having a fighter that fought and kept going until the enemy was decimated, was apparently a part of that design. Of course, some small degree of consciousness had to remain. You needed a soldier that'd be able to at least hear an order to halt or, at least, target something new. A truly out of control beserker was no help to anyone however and, given her creator's former occupation (or more accurately, her creator's patron) as a dictating warlord, it was only perhaps with some of that need to rule, through fear, that some degree of Xin's awesome, terrifying, ruthlessness made it through to the final cut.

A few more thunder clapping blows land, causing bone to crack with one hit, shatter with the second, and cave completely in with the third. Bellows of rage and combat eventually falter, turning towards something more akin to a groan, then a weak, pleading whimper. Tendrils slowly start to fall limp and, with taught, muscular arms wrapping around that thick, scaly neck, it'd be with a final haul that a grinning Xin gradually lifts this beast from its feet, turning to spin and haul the entire thing in the air, tons of mass skipping a good meter or so before it touches back to the ground, dust thrown in the air as it lands and skids another couple of meters of so. Those serpentine limbs that remain wrapped around her body are forced to unwind, or else snap of completely and, as the giantess stands there in the middle of the arena, a silence falls across the scene as she breathes, heavy, still smiling, blood dripping from her own, shattered knuckles.

Roar! The crowd explodes, much to the surprise of what small part of Xin still has its mind clear and thinking. Shifting the weight on her feet, she finds herself hard pressed not to get caught up in the hype. This was... She'd expected outcry, boos from the audience. After all, this place was meant only for these perverts to get their rocks off, wasn't it? She was such a tasty morsel. Wouldn't they be disappointed that the usual scene, what normally occurred in this place, hadn't taken place? Surely, they'd all wanted to see her broken? In her head she'd actually prepared some scathing remark, something to rebuke the gathered crowd. Sorry you all didn't get the usual show. Guess this is what happens when you get a real fighter to appear in your arena. Maybe you fucks can have some of the weaker pieces of fetish bait hauled out for you in chains. Give you sad pricks a fantasy you can actually jerk off to. Heh, yeah, that would have really stung. However, given the circumstances, maybe it was better things weren't going that way. After all, some of them were probably into that sort of thing and, failing that, she probably didn't want to insult the other fighters that bad.

Air blew across her now exposed back, flawless, pale skin shivering slightly in the breeze. The adrenaline was still pumping through her system and, as she looked over at her victim, a part of her couldn't help but feel that she'd fucked up a little. Memory of battle erased from her mind every night, she hadn't really been aware of the degree with which she could go off the chain. 'Maybe it'd be best not to do too much damage, not be too brutal.' These thoughts had crossed her head before the fight. However, in the moment, it'd look as if she'd forgotten.

Batons in hand, the guards would be the next obstacle and, with the scene that'd just unfolded before them, not to mention Xin's own, blood splattered visage, it'd be no wonder that, amongst those few that approach, many would be seen hesitating, weapons very much at the ready as one or two could even be seen shaking. Looking up, Xin would watch as they drew closer and, as she saw them, she couldn't help but feel a slight, warm rush, a little bit of that battle thrill returning, despite some regret regarding how she'd handled her last. Pacifiers drawing closer, she'd feel her hand clench to a fist and, for a moment, she'd be sorely tempted.

"Yeah."

It'd be a short, monosyllable response to a question that hadn't been asked, Xin's resignation further show as she put her hands up in surrender. At this point she didn't want to give any excuse for the guards to have a spontaneous Gangbang show going, not that that seemed a very likely possibility. She'd won the fight, there was no reason to make any more trouble. Out of the arena she'd go then and, as she returned, it'd be with further congratulations that she'd be received, though it'd be less of a surprise this time. Wash, bandage, mostly around her fists, fresh clothes, it had to be one of the more revealing costumes provided by this place, no other option available, and Xin would at least have the chance to freshen up before she was 'summoned'.

"..."

There was silence from her as the creature slithered in and spoke. With a forced calmness, there'd almost be a 'stood to attention' air to her stance and, even once it'd said its peace, there'd be further pause. She didn't like that she was being ordered around by this 'creature', but the circumstances were still such that she had no choice. Finally, a reply.

"Well, I don't think you brought me here to be some posable rag doll for others to enjoy. I assume that our deal still stands."

Of course, she had to acknowledge that, when it came to this being at least, she couldn't win. Naturally, she couldn't remember exactly how the last, however many, encounters with this thing had gone. However, observing its form as it moved about now, she could guess perhaps some of the difficulties she'd faced. The gelatinous form probably made her physical strength useless and, even if she were to find some useful device or object in her surroundings now, at present date, it still had the control to her collar.

Her victory, as unexpected as it was, had been a rare treat for the crowd. Naturally they would have their fill of lewd sexual acts in the hours to come and it appeared that they loved the sheer brutality and blood of the contest just as much. In any case it mixed things up a bit and denied them instant gratification.

Next time her foe would be tougher. Next time perhaps she would fall like the numerous gladiatrixes before her. Even if she was victorious there would always be a next time until one day she fell at the hands of one alien or another.

They did not know about her prior arrangement, that was if it was going to be honored, At present there were few options as she looked across at Ortix. The slime shifted colors as he approached alternating from white to black then back again as he crossed the checkered floor. An automatic trait of his to take in the coloration of whatever he was standing on or leaning against.

He reached out a hand taking her wrist and lifting her hand. Looking at it slime flowed downed her forearm encasing her hand and slipping beneath the bandage. A caress of slime that inspected the injury then pulled back the retreating slime left her dry in it's absence.

“No, that is not what I brought you here for. Besides, if they cannot beat you then they do not deserve to bed you. It as simple as that.”

He let her hand drop inquiring if it or it's mate had been broken. He didn't seem to concerned about it either way. After she supplied an answer Ortix placed his gooey hand upon her chin a thumb brushing over her cheek.

“You will have a bit of time before the next match.” Had she been an arena slave her contests would have been more frequent but he was in charge of how often she fought. Provided that he paid all the fees in housing, feeding her and what not he had been in charge of her arena appearances. Granted he wasn't in control of who she faced not without a bit of finagling on his part.

“Just because I have no intention of sharing you with others doesn't mean I will not take you when I wish. You can attempt to stop me but that didn't help you last time. Now undress,” he commanded as he drew his arm away.

He was unaware of her facial expressions sensing where she was rather than actually seeing her. He was sensitive to each movement that she made and while she was here it was clear that she was his to do with as he willed until she defeated the selected opponent.

Neither was there any fear on his part unlike the guards earlier. He was not concerned with what she would try to do. Of course he could be testing her limits, attempting to see if she would defy him or at least try to.

Hands sequestrated for inspection, the raven haired giantess breaths deep as she steadies herself, bracing self control. The disdain is fairly obvious, there to see for even the most absent of observers. However, with the apparent blindness of her captor, or else, his indifference, the stiffness of her response seemingly goes by unnoticed.

Sludge, like the depth of some sort of muddy pit gently consumes the one hand and, as it slurps in roughly half of her forearm too, a mild twitch plays across her free hand as she fights against instincts. In the front of her mind, she knew that she had to play nice. Striking out, starting a fight, it probably wouldn't help at all and, though she was loathed to admit it, obedience was presently required. Nonetheless, it took will power not to snap her arm loose and start something, even more so when he reaches up to thumb her chin.

A passing enquiry was given as to the state of her other hand, her initial response a scowl. It was a fairly clear 'no' on that count, though it would take a moment of mindfulness for her to remember to actually say as such aloud. She wasn’t entirely sure what the point of her being brought here was, but as the arm like protrusion of goop withdrew, and the voice of this creature spoke once again, it would become clear, rather abruptly, which of the terrible possibilities it was to be.

Even before he’d given the command to strip, there’d be an inhale of breath, tension physically increasing as she clicked in on the situation. Standing there, she knew exactly how pointless resistance would be, even without this creature’s reminder. However, even with such rationale, it’d be hard for her. Silence continued to prevail and, standing, frozen still, there’d be a moment, with the length of the pause, where it almost seemed defiant, a wordless refusal. There was hesitation, a fierce, often violent will having to concede. In the end though, Xin knew what she had to do and, closing her eyes, exhaling one final breath, she’d begin, hopefully just in time to avoid any further prompting.

Hands shook slightly but, given Xin’s warrior temperament, it was more likely through thinly veiled rage then fear that such a tremble occurred. As the short zip at the front of this tightly fitting tank top, practically a sport’s bra, began to slip down, her mind couldn’t help but journey back. Once, a long time ago, she’d been the plaything of a ‘being’, an increasingly deranged, vain and desperately deposed despot. Just like back then, she found herself at the mercy of a fiend determined to do with her as it pleased. Escaping him had been difficult. It’d taken strength, cunning, endurance. There were moments she’d not been proud of. However, even with him, there’d been options. His ever deteriorating state, his ego and mounting paranoia, it’d all made for an easy opening, a place for her to exploit, gain advantage, even as his… toy. This ‘Ortix’ though, she knew he’d be different. She wasn’t going to get anything from bowing to him, least nothing she’d want that way and, even if that hadn’t been the case, a vow of sorts had made its way through her heart since those early days. Never again.

The sound of fabric hitting and crumpling on the ground signals the removal of her top at least. Evidently, there’s nothing underneath and, as the simple, easy fasten on the side of her embarrassingly short, loose skirt pops, there comes another rustle as it too drops. Next, the simple, blue underwear that covers the last precious place she has and, as it too falls, an arm presses across the front of her chest. She is completely naked now and, though an attempt is being made to evidently cover her teats, it’d be with a stood up straight, resilient pride that she refuses to make any indignant, pointless attempts to conceal her sex. Instead, there beams in the direction of the walking sludge pile a scowl. Her flawless, pale skin pimples slightly in the exposed air and, as she turns her head slightly, glancing around the room, those slightly frizzy curls of dark hair tumble, rolling across the front of her shoulders.

“I may be yours to do with as you wish, but that Will change. I’ll remember this, the humiliation. I’ll know what you did, what you’ve done. However, the morning always comes and, when I wake, all of this forgotten, then it will be as meaningless as you are.”

The words are said with spite. Other things cross her mind as well. ‘I do not belong to you’ repeats over and over in her head. However, having been owned once before, it was through experience that she knew the futility of actually saying such things aloud. Instead, this would be her statement and, as she stood there, she’d wait, defiant. Whatever his next command, the next humiliation, she would not be broken, not permanently... or so she'd believe.

He may not have been able to see in the typical sense though there were other traits that Ortix possessed that surpassed other lifeforms. There were even senses that he had that differed. Where she stood was clear to him. Every little movement felt through vibrations in the ground, breezes in the air, even the intake of her breathing gave him knowledge that went beyond simple sight.

Ortix may not have been able to see the look on her face but he could imagine it given her breathing and that lengthy pause. He allowed the moment to sink in, letting her conclude that defiance was useless against him or maybe he was goading her into a response so he could show her just how fruitless it all was. In truth he did not even know.

Then he heard the fabric, felt those slight movements in the air, heard the zipper and became aware of the absence of those garments as they suddenly registered on the ground. Still unable to see her he was aware of the shift of her arm to conceal her breasts from him as pointless as that was.

Still he felt where she was standing, her weight displayed evenly on both feet told him that she was not planning on moving suddenly. Her words reached him causing him to grin when she concluded. “If you will not remember then what does it matter? How will you latch on to that vengeance, and even if you did what could you possibly do to me? Blow me up, oh wait you tried that already.” He chuckled as his hand extended towards her engulfing it back up to her forearm and drawing her away a few steps then stopping.

He moved closer to her, his arm pulling away from her as his body altered becoming slimmer then coiling around her like a serpent. His head was behind her, his hands dropping down over her shoulders first peeling her arms away from those breasts then cupping each orb himself. Fingers playing over that tit flesh while thumbs fashioned into suction cups that draped each nipple sucking on them.

A slimy tongue eased up her neck as more slime looped over her arms to secure them to her sides. “Even with your impressive strength I doubt you could escape before I crush your ribs, provided that I desire that. But I don't. What I desire is far more simpler than that.”

From a portion of slime that looped around her legs a thin thread protruded forth moving toward her inner thighs creeping over then caressing her clit as a larger bulge formed only rubbing against those nether lips.

“Of course I cannot prevent you from trying if you so wish it. Not that it would do you much good in the end even if I am wrong. After all it would just take you longer to get out of here. You still desire you freedom?” Another lick trickled along her neck at the conclusion of his words.

Only silence followed as the creature responded to Xin’s defiant statement. Drawing closer, reaching out, as the viscous embrace of this thing’s arm partially consumed the one limb, the giantess once more had to fight to contain her response as it tugged, pulling her in. She had to struggle within, but stepping slowly, and closing her gait tightly once the menace had manoeuvred her into place, it would now be with reluctance that this naked, pale, goddess of a woman finds herself standing, exposed, here in the centre of this wide, open room.

Of course, she was not going to remember this. That much was true and they could both agree on that. Cursed with this ‘ability’, the more intense moments were not, thankfully, going to exist as something to weigh down her mind, long term. However, here and now, in the present moment, knowledge of this would bear little comfort and, whilst not afraid exactly, it’d be here in this moment that the downside of her ‘gifts’ really struck home. As far as she was concerned, as far as her memories allowed, she’d never done anything like this before and, whilst innocent in that sense, she wasn’t so naive as to not understand what sort of thing was going to happen.

So, what now then? Her heart began to pound slightly in her chest. Tight, disciplined control kept her breath calm and steady, but it wasn’t as if he was going to be waiting around. Standing next to him now, she’d realise that he was only really three feet or so tall. Such a small size compared to her shouldn’t invoke in her this sense of pensiveness. However, as she nervously glances down, she nonetheless finds that a deep gulp glides down her neck. Three feet wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to come up to about her midriff and, with her standing so near to him now, with her nakedness, and his very clear intent, she’d realise, a waist line height was more than enough. If he had eyes, he’d be right at eye level with her crotch and, though he obviously couldn’t see, she once more felt that self conscious feeling of being watched.

In the end, although she’d be a proud, noble warrior, there would be, despite herself, a gradually slip into the more shy forms of timidness. She was determined to show herself as strong and stalwart, not giving him an inch. However, even though she’d accepted the situation, had resigned herself to this fate, she couldn’t help but have that anxiety in her mind. In many ways, she was like a new, blushing virgin, a pensive first timer and, whilst many had claimed her body before now, Ortix himself having had a few chances now, there were none that had really taken from her that nervousness, that innocence. Up until now, she’d refrained from doing anything to cover up her lower reaches, but now as the shape and form of Ortix begins to shift, the sub-conscious parts of her mind couldn’t help but subtly twist and turn her in place. Smooth, pale, flawless skin flushing slightly pink as he began to rise up and coil, it’d be with the knee of one leg that she, instinctively, found herself trying to shield those precious reaches of her body she’d yet to cover up and, though she’d still try to stand bold in the face of this adversary, a part of her was instructing her to curl in, defend herself.

The coiling, snake like lengths of this slaver wrap themselves around her body now and, as she stands there, it is with a gentle squeeze that she finds herself pressed back into a straight, upright stance. Bare, naked shoulders rising slightly, she hadn’t even noticed the fact that she’d begun to huddle. However, as this thing takes its hold, it’d be with wet, slippery hands sliding sensually down the sides of her arms, that the swift, decisive correction for All of her little, tiny adjustments soon came. Arms moved to her side, then locked in place, he’d soon be free to enjoy the body of his latest prize and, whilst she probably could bust herself free of him, as he’d quick to point out, it probably wouldn’t be such a good idea.

Instead, the creature’s touch come to the hefty bulk of Xin’s entirely immodest breasts and, as the ooze begins to massage those pleasing, sizeable orbs, it is all she can do but grin and bare it. Hands close into tight fists and, even before that silver tongue licks across the side of her neck, there is a shivering, her breath quickening to allow the slightest of gasps as her teats, not exactly the most insensitive of nips at the best of times, find themselves locked in a pair of suction cap like seals. Suckled and teased, it’d be partially to Xin’s surprise that she’d find her nips so delightfully responsive and, even as he neck stretches, head turning away from that sickening, slithering tongue, it’d be too her further surprise that she’d feel her body moving, on its own volition, back arching slightly to press her chest out, apparently hungry for more.

Of course, in the end, the biggest surprise for Xin would be the immediate ‘eep’, the involuntary sound escaping her lips and, whilst this was just the beginning, there and then, at that moment, there would come an almost immediate resolution on her part not to make anything further noises like that. More than anything, such a thing had come to her as a deep, terrible embarrassment and, whilst she knew there was more to come, she felt that, if she could at least keep herself from making any further noises, she’d at least succeed in keeping at least some shred of dignity. It’d taken a second to realise that it had, indeed, been her that’d made that noise and, whilst she now had herself this new ‘vow of silence’ it’d only be with time that one would see if such a thing would, or even could, last.

The creature had spoken again. However, at that point, she wasn’t even consider the odds at play, were she to attempt an escape. At this point, she’d already committed herself to enduring this humiliation and, whilst she probably could achieve something, she could already tell that, despite her power, that if she wanted to pry herself free, it was going to be tough. For her to bust free, she would really have to try. It’d actually come as a slight surprise, but he was really quite strong with that grip of his and, though there was some small chance she could overcome such strength anyway, the question still remained, ‘what then?’ Staying point then, well, it would be difficult, but she could handle it, couldn’t she? Of course, the option to try and bust out always remained, but that would have to remain in place for the purpose of escaping something really dire, like a buzz saw or something properly lethal coming at her. Even then though, and she noticed this with a twinge, a slight sensation of powerlessness, she might not be entirely able to free herself.

Fortunately the next thing to come at her would not be anything so bloody. However, in terms of its desirability in the present scene, it wouldn’t be too far off for Xin. Pressing between her legs, the viscous consistency of Ortix having no trouble squeezing in between even the vice like grip of her magnificent thighs, a thread of something wet and slippery could soon be felt worming through to her precious nethers. A glance downward, naturally revealed no information for Xin, who had several coils of Ortix in the way. She would have to make do with touch and feel alone. However, as this presence found its mark, it’d begin to rub back and forth and, with a little, high pitch, hummed, barely contained, ‘Nnn!’ sounding out from behind Xin’s tightly shut lips, perhaps being able to see what exactly was happening wasn’t such an important priority.

As the touch to her delightful, little clit, did its work, it’d be in the ever morphing touch of Ortix’s latest appendage that the slight, unnatural stiffness of a tiny, but powerful device, placed within Xin’s delicate nub, would find itself felt and discovered. Perhaps overlooked on previous occasions, this nearly unnoticeable pip in the fruit, rolls slightly as the flesh did and, whilst it wouldn’t be anything too strange or invasive, it would be there for the curious to discover. There to use or not use as he pleased, it would not appear as if his consistent, back and forth caress was doing anything to activate it and, were there was to be any accidental use of the device in store, it would not appear to be from random touch that one would seemingly achieve results. Instead, in these circumstances, it’d be Xin’s own reaction to being touched there that provided far more excitement and, as his teasing went on, it was far more than likely that Ortix didn’t even know of, or could even identify such a thing. After all, it wasn’t a very common place item and, though it’d been installed long ago, at one time possessing a controller for remote activation, there was only the manual activation for this toy now and, no other devices like it created or circulated, it’d be with a very suspicious mind that one would have to examine the nature of such a small, apparent, imperfection to learn what kind of nasty little toy she had cursing her loins.

Regardless, it wouldn’t be long before the touch of this slime creature started to have its desired effect and, as the delicious, little nub of Xin’s began to swell, so too would the insidious device find itself hidden away in her clit, concealed within the stiffening flesh. She was beginning to shiver now and, as she swayed slightly, she’d keep her eyes tightly shut as that tongue once more slithered across her neck. The touch to her precious regions were only becoming all the more effective as her body slowly worked its way to arousal and, as a larger, more boldly swollen bulge rubbed against her sex, the slight writhing and bucking of her entire form only grew with intensity. She was wriggling now, in his grasp, hips sliding back and forth, seemingly on their own and, as the creature’s touch sawed back and forth so too did hers. Feet, time and time again, rose to the tips of their toes, instability quickly bringing them back down. Eyes and mouth were slowly working their ways open, but as the blood pumped through her veins, skin turning pink and flushed, will power fought again and again to keep her relatively quiet, determination keeping moans at bay. She was really beginning to squirm now, but the coils of Ortix around her kept her in place and, with no real, intent effort on her part to escape, in the end it’d be more than enough to hold her.

“Whatever you think you can-Unn… can do to me, I won’t back down. D-do your worst.”

The slow, small trickle of moisture running down her thighs really made it sound like an invitation. However, with the hands of this giantess still clenched into fists, and with some amount of spite still managing to survive in her voice, it’d be with defiance that this warrior still apparently stood against her tormentor.

Her form tense and yet unhinged Ortix felt her every movement from those clenched fists to the arched back and the sway of her hips. Had she not been so large and heavy he might have questioned the small added weight to her clit as he played with it.

Of course she was defiant towards his actions thus far. Sound was not the only venue that dictated the pent up pleasure that was racking through that body. She refrained from fighting him directly probably realizing just how useless the endeavor would have been.

Even if she managed to break free it would cost her those ribs and she would still have to face him in the end. He didn't know how much she recalled from last time but he could be quite sadistic when he willed it. Pleasure or pain it did not matter which his victims chose in the end. It only benefited them and their own well being. Either way he got what he wanted.

The resistance she did manage to put forth had been meager for a being such as himself. Thighs clenched together tightly did not impede his very nature. As hands played with those orbs of hers he spoke again.

“As strong as you are, as powerful, you seek to be dominated. No normal lover is good enough. Despite their amorous feelings they are weak things. See how your body responds? Fight as much as you like there is no denying the truth.”

Some slime drew away from her ass cheeks clearing a path for him as he continued to reshape himself. He continued pressing inside her. Nice and slow that appendage flowing from shape to shape within her. Long and smooth, then bumpy, then inflating to spread that passage out only to contract a few seconds later it felt as if he was throbbing while pressing into her.

That nectar collected and absorbed into his body while he tended to those depths. When she spoke he stilled, listening as he gripped her tight. He considered her words for a brief moment then chuckled. “Oh? Is that a challenge? You have misjudged me. Today you made me a lot of credits. I have no intentions on harming you in such a fashion.

“But if that is what you really desire ...” he chuckled again as a portion of his body came into being with the slightest effort on his part.

A thin tendril of slime placed itself against her anus. Swirling against her there before pressing inside her nice and slow. Then it paused for a short time syncing up with the ever flowing member that filled her sex. When one thrust in the other was pulling out keeping her trapped between the two.

He was taller than she was at the moment though much thinner as he coiled about her. His amorphous nature allowed him to create how many appendages he had need for and he fashioned another. A slim tendril that came out of his shoulder only to rub against one cheek then the other should she try to turn away from that appendage since escape was rather limited in this fashion. Naturally she still had the option of turning her head from him each time that tendril returned.

Either she refrained from moving or another tendril would form from the other shoulder flowing beneath her collar and giving a swift jerk as if she were a dog on a leash. Once he had her attention that tendril pressed against her lips.

Try as she might that tendril would pass her lips. Even by clenching her teeth that slime seeped through the gaps there massing together on the other side without any hindrance. It was clear that he could take what he desired easily enough.

That tendril began pumping into her mouth, along her tongue and into the upper portions of her throat. A slimy tongue licked her earlobe then a whispered voice pressed into it. “Still want it rough? Your call, it makes no difference to me.”

And with that fingers pinched then twisted her nipples gently tugging against them slightly. Though the tendril in her mouth prevented any clear speech the one grasping her collar slackened a bit allowing her to regain motion to her neck and head movements again.

Still forced to stand upright, the embrace of her captor was tight, but not too tight. She was not entirely broken, as of yet. However, as she stood there, it’d be easy to see how she was struggling. Though not attempting to break herself free, the body of this perfectly built, subtly curved woman still squirmed and writhed in place and, whilst his restraint prevented her from falling over, the slight wobble suggested that some effort, at least, was having to be given by her captor to prevent her from toppling. Hands still clenching and unclenching, what little mobility she had seemed to be spent on these unintentional wriggles of her and, like an exotic dancer, it’d soon be with an almost serpentine grace that she’d quickly be swaying, hips, abdomen and chest undulating like waves on a shore.

The darker shade of the slime contrasted the paleness of her smooth, porcelain flesh and, even with teasing alone, it’d be in no time at all, it seems, that those wet, slick, beads of moisture began to roll down the insides of her tightly clenched thighs. She hated this. She wanted to get away. Yet, for some reason, an odd familiarity crept through her mind and, as this beast molested her body, it’d be with almost startling haste that she’d begin to feel that strangeness, a warmth coming to her body as every nerve seemingly stood on end. The very tips of her teats standing on end, the stiffness there came with a new, heightened sensitivity and, as the assault availed every lustful inch of her body, it’d be with a slight shiver all over her body that she’d begin to breath heavy, heart beating fast.

Finally, the beast began to claim its prize and, with a wide, open gasp, the captivated maiden let out a sound of passion, surprise and lust as flesh slowly parted, something large forcing its way in between her soft, wet, nether lips. Her body was tight, as much so in fact, as one might expect from a virgin prey. However, whilst she’d never before been able to recall past instances in which she’d been entered in this way, something in the back of the mind stirred, recalling this sensation many times. In some ways, it’d be second nature, just a part of who she was and, try as she would, recoiling at first, feet springing her up onto the tips of her toes, there would be something inside of her that demanded surrender to these forces.

Defiance and wilfulness had its place, at first. Even as her body and voice shook, the young warrior spoke up, trying to maintain some sense of bravado. However, as the pleasure of this thing caressing the inner walls of her sex sunk ever deeper, that resistance gradually broke down. A little slip, a momentary weakening of that tight grip around that member and, almost as soon as she’d spoken in fact, there’d come immediately, a moment of breaking. Quite suddenly, with the slightest of shifts, he’d have managed reach that depth of that precious G-spot and, as the shape and texture of this thing shifted, constantly changing, it’d be through her mind that this sensation would shoot, travelling through her brain like the white hot tip of an iron poker.

“Ah!”

She produces quite the superb, albeit briefest, of high notes. On the tips of her toes, her body shakes and, for a moment, she’d finds the air in her lungs stuck. The writhing of her hips and body only quickens, even with this member inside of her body, and, of course, even as she squirms, he’s already beginning to make his move, to make her regret her words. Voice trapped, it’d be with the slightest twinge of fear that she immediately finds herself cursed by this sudden muteness, wanting, if not needing, a chance to stop him, to say something. Unfortunately, she is well and truly trapped and, when he begins to engulf her in further amorousness, it’d be all she can do to moan and cry like an animal.

The member inside of her body begins to slowly move and, though a brief ‘don’t-’ escaped her ever so quietly, it’d be with a quiet surrender that her body begins to give. Still shaking and tense, it’d be after only the first couple of gentle thrusts that a sort of calm seems to take hold and, with a lustful sigh, it’d be back down onto the flats of her feet that she gradually sinks, a new tiny ripple of pleasure running throughout her body, all the way to her now outstretched finger tips, as that member drives just a little bit deeper. With this, in fact, the whole body begins to undergo a calm, blissful sort of relaxing, the swaying movements of her body becoming all the more fluid and peaceful and, whilst this almost has her ready to speak again, a part of the brain chiming in with ‘oh, well this isn’t so bad’, it quickly becomes apparent that this wasn’t all coming her way.

Shy and withdrawn at first, face turning and hiding away, it’d be as the pleasures of this beast settled in that that blissful calm took hold and Xin’s head dropped slowly back, eyes closing in a sort of revelry as she sighs lustfully once more. The defiance from earlier had faded somewhat, providing a tempting moment to simply leave her as is, granting her a gentle loving at simply this pace alone, which seemed to be doing the trick. However, even as Ortix passes this ideal setting, ever so briefly, it is with a swift certainty that he has his intention to move onto something all the more intense, a rougher stage of escalation meant to punish her disobedience, subdue her spirit, and make her thoroughly regret her choice of words.

Gentle bliss gives way to heaving passion, followed by desperate exaltation. Inside of her body the thrusts start to pick up pace and, as they shift and change form, Xin begins once more to shake and tremble. Rough on the way out, as if tugging at her insides, then smooth on the way in, travelling with a slick smoothness to strike her deepest points, the young gladiotrtix’s sighs soon give way to moans, then profanity proliferated cries. The ever growing pace of her captor is quickly starting to overwhelm her. However, pushing ever on to greater heights, it is with a swiftness that her captor gives her little chance to adapt. Xin’s other holes are in this creatures sight now and, whilst she already seems to be struggling enough, it isn’t yet everything Oritx can throw at her.

A little tickle comes across the edge of her back entrance, nothing she at first notices or even responds to. No alarm bells are raised. However, as that tendril begins to slip inside, swirling, then swelling to a second, thrusting member it’d be with one particularly loud cry that the giantess finds herself gasping for air, face turned skyward. The sensation, again, is a strangely familiar one. However, as the pleasure starts to permeate through her body from that ever morphing cock, it’d be with an ever escalating glow that something inside of her begins to build. Ortix wasn’t wasting much time, not that he had a finite amount of it and, as the two cocks started the thrust in and out of her, each taking the plunge as the other dragged its way out, it would all strike Xin as far more than she could take. The sensation, as these things used her body, as their forms caressed her insides, ploughing her tight chasms mercilessly, nothing else seemed to get through to her. All of her senses were overwhelmed and, as one always picked up as the other finished, it’d be without pause, break, or end that the bliss see-sawed back and forth from one hole to the other.

Next, the cock intended for her now wide, open, gasping mouth and, whilst the assault to her lower body had her overwhelmed, some part of her was still there, actively trying to resist. She turned her head one way, then the other, but only intellectually it seemed. Amidst all her panting and moaning, the movement would be weak, subtle. Eyes were gradually rolling upwards and, so, when that sharp tug came on her collar, there’d be little to no resistance.

Some part of her made some attempt to close her mouth, lips coming together a little. However, amidst all the sensations currently assailing her, it’d be with a certain amount of difficulty that Xin would apparently be able to respond to anything at the moment and, even as that member plunged into those depths, it’d be with only the slightest of attention to detail that one would notice; she hadn’t even tried to clench her teeth together. Across her tongue and down her throat then and, as the cock slid further and further down, it’d only be at this point that some attention seemed to come to her.

“Nn-Mmphf!”

A muffled sound as the invasion of her mouth and throat managed, seemingly, to pull her unwillingly from whatever daze her mind had retreated to, forcing her to remain present and aware of the current assault overwhelming her entire body. Eyes rolled back into place, and there’d be a writhing, a bit more of a struggle, that almost seemed to denote an actual, deliberate attempt to escape now. However, with the grip around her well and truly established now, it’d be all she could do to wiggle and, with prior warnings given, it seemed, at least, that some part of Xin knew not to truly try and escape.

“NNN! MMMPHFF!”

The far more desperate, though only slightly louder cry comes as she seemingly finds herself trapped in this unbearable, but utterly delightful orgy of sensations. Eyes are wide for a second, looking for some face, or anything, to make her silent plead. Then, even as he speaks again, a tightly clenched shutting of those eyes as her head turns skyward once more, body clenching tight around those two members currently ploughing her ass and cunt, fresh washing of delicious nectar flowing from her depths. Another muffled cry. Her face continues to look upwards, eyes shut, even as he awaits an answer, she seemed to struggle to so much as move, let alone shake or nod her head. Finally though, as her body begins to tremble all over, as drool and saliva begins to dribble around her lips and down her neck as that rod continues to plunge all the way down her throat, she finally manages to lower her head, only slightly concealing the visible bulge that’d been working its way up and down the front of her neck. No. A reluctant, slow shake comes, going from side to side.

Where that slime made contact with any bit of moisture he absorbed it into himself for the most part adding it to his own. Her mouth finds most but not all of her saliva absorbed as it plunges forth. The slow build breaks out into those rapid thrusts, a ruse that had been meant to trick her body into believing that this would be a pleasant ordeal.

At first it was, a treat for her body that vanished showing her just what she would be missing. He could feel the renewed strength in her struggles requiring him to exert even more force to hold her steady and keep her upright. She wasn't exerting herself fully, an instinctive reaction he though as she struggled to keep her head above water.

Things could get nastier for her though he figured if she gave it her all she might have been capable of breaking free though not in time. The damage he could do would be great leaving her vulnerable. True her healing properties were remarkable but not instantaneous he found so he could take advantage of her weakened state. All that was truly required for him would be to pull himself back together. There was nothing at hand that he feared though he had weaknesses nothing was readily at hand so he was less worried about her fighting back at this stage.

She must have realized how pointless this all was. She submitted with that weak shake of the head and he slowed down at once easing in and out of her as he returned to the pace that he initially began with. Even the member in her throat didn't dig in so deeply and even pulled out shortly afterward only to blast her in the face with his odd release, one that rolled down her face trickling slowly back to his body to get reabsorbed once more.

Slime collected to her arms securing her wrists as tendrils shot to the floor pulling her arms through the bands of slime pinning her arms to the side just as she would move her hand through water. There was no crushing resistance this time and all that pressure moved to her wrists and knees as slowly she was drawn to the floor on all fours.

Up to her knees had been absorbed into that body. The member in her ass retreated while the one in her tight pussy swelled becoming even larger. It pressed into her, swirling against those walls with each little push inside her.

A tendril of slime manipulated her clit while hands reached around her fondling those orbs delicately. Occasionally he gave her ass a wet slap that was far from painful and more on the side of stinging a bit. The pace was gentler but by no means had it been quick.

She was taken in numerous positions, splattered with that slimy release on several occasions as well as filled. Ortix kept at it until her body failed to keep up. When next she regained consciousness she was naked in her cell.

Her body was cleaned and her clothes were neatly folded on a chair next to her. There was even a cold meal waiting for her. She would find that she had been out for hours. It was late evening on the following day and either she was given the day off or her collar never went off allowing her more time to practice and watch other matches.

Alien groupies came to the back area after the events of the day played out. Certain gladiatrixes were taken away. It had been those that did not have a match that day, others were spared as others were in the infirmary or with the victors of their matches. The number of slaves taken away had only been a fraction of those that would be capable of fighting the next evening.

Owners of slaves and the arena management were paid handsomely for the services of their slaves. But Ortix didn't sell her off despite him saying that he had received offers for her. It remained clear, at least at this time, that she would be spared what amounted to as prostitution. When or if she would be taken would be in the arena unless Ortix chose to have certain liberties with her.

She had the next day off too. The guards in the back proved diligent watching her closely. They paid a lot more attention to the newer slaves but still remained vigilant against the older slaves that behaved oddly so it didn't look as if they cut anyone a great deal of slack. Even the few gladiatrixes that weren't slaves were watched.

Finding that there were those here just for the thrill of a fight wasn't hard to imagine. Most were enhanced in some way, a few even held there own for a little while in the arena but it all ended the same. Often the free girls fought other gladiatrixes but not always. How their battles were arranged appeared to be more of an arrangement then a random selection like hers had been.

When her number next came up she was not alone. Half a dozen gladiatrixes were chosen for this contest each entering the arena from a different entrance. This time the arena looked different. There were tall hedges that made it impossible to see much though she could tilt her head back and see the throngs of aliens in the audience and even the monitors that streamed the events that the drones above had been filming.

The view changed from drone to drone. It was quickly evident that this was a hedge maze with her fellow gladiatrixes moving through it. The objective wasn't clear straight away. Was it to get to the center? Defeat the other gladiatrixes? Work together to defeat some alien? Knowing the mind of the crowd it had to be something sexual in nature but there was no telling what it was. Perhaps something was stocking them, there were no instructions or even anyone making announcements on the PA system so discovering what to do was part of this.

There was the clue of watching those screens not that she had the best view of them being in the arena. There she outside of this hedge maze trying to figure all this out when a section of the hedge in front of her opened revealing a path inside, one that would close behind her as she entered. Whether it was just the entrance that changed or the very structure of the place itself was yet to be seen. Somewhere up ahead she could hear the sounds of combat.

One of the drones had been stationary obviously recording so it gave her an idea of where the contest was transpiring but the maze made it impossible to go straight there winding and twisting, possibly even changing adding to the difficulty.

Even as she slept, the afterimage of what her body had just been through works its way through her mind and into her dreams. At first, there's triumph, a smile and adrenaline as she relives the battle and glory victorious in the arena. Then, whilst it is slow to blossom, a more calm scene, conversation, this she would remember upon waking. The creature that'd captured her, the intent of this beast and then... the details are a bit blurred, lost a little in the fog of the dream. However, without fail, her subconscious soon brings her to the many, many scenes of violation, to the use and torment of her body in thick, sludge like bonds. She finds herself trapped on all fours, a much larger member now stretching and stuffing full her sex as it pumps back and forth, in and out of her. Delicious juices try to escape from her snatch, body overwhelmed by arousal and sexual pleasure. She is fit to overflow, nectar dribbling down her thighs, but the nature of this creature means any moisture is absorbed and, instead, in its place, there is only the natural lubrication of this slime's own liquid form. Her lower abdomen and throat bulge with the intrusion of this thing's mass working its way inside of her body, and as she finds herself trapped there, helpless, it is with the rough massage and eventual pinching and tugging of her breast and teats, that she feels herself suddenly pushed, as if over some sort of cliff edge, with a violent shaking beginning to overtake her body as she cums, not for the first and certainly not the last time.

The dream is vivid, and does not seem to break or bring her out of sleep, no matter how many of her orgasms from the previous day she is forced to relive. Taken over and over in a variety of positions, by the time the master is done with her, the fight is gone from her entirely, a broken slave to pleasure and sex left in her place. Though it is not unusual for Xin to recall the more charged events of the previous day during sleep, reliving the moments one last time before the mind forgets them, seemingly forever, it is with some amount of rarity that she finds herself struck by these 'dreams' these recollections so fiercely.

She is cleaned and stripped, placed in her cell. However, even with his presence no longer around, something in her body itches and scratches at the sensations he'd produced. With a few curious glances from passersby, though none of them obtaining information or confirmation behind the private wall and reaches of her cell, there would be heard, for an hour or so, a few moans, along with a bit of thrashing and squirming around. Her body may be free of him now but, as she slept, even with the level of exhaustion brought about, and the depth of her unconsciousness naturally experienced thereafter, there would still be shared with her one last, lustful, pleasurable experience as she, even in her sleep, finds herself groaning and writhing. He took her on her knees, rammed her ass and cunt full as he threw her over the table, even tested the limits of her flexibility as he had her, at one point, on her back, legs pushed back behind her head.

Eventually though, she wakes, a little tired, a little sweaty. By this point, thankfully, she finds herself not overly moistened, her hands and fingers having finally stopped there night time, moving on their own, exploration of her body roughly thirty or forty minutes earlier. However, it is with a little bit of shifting and moving around on her bed sheets that she does find herself having to refresh the layout of her sleeping arrangement. Fresh clothes and a small, cold meal, it is with a brief, follow up shower now that Xin fixes herself up and tries, with some small amount of difficulty to remember.

Her head was still a little foggy. However, as she'd predicted, it is with a bit of focus, that she is able to remember at least the opening half of her conversation with the entity known as 'Ortix', though the memory cuts out pretty quick once she starts to undress. The fact that she'd just had herself such an encounter was, to some degree, distressing. But, as he himself had also pointed out at the time, not that she remembers it, this distress was more of 'yesterday's' Xin's problem then it was hers.

Time passes, another day, a bit more waiting and training. She observers further the changes and details, starts to really get an idea of what the guards were like around here, and what sort of routine was experienced by both them and the other gladiatorixes. It was good, she could probably get to work on her back-up plans for escape tomorrow. There was already a fair amount she could think to get doing on that front. However, before that...

Xin stepped forward, into the Arena. This time there was a hedge and, as she glanced up and around, seeing drones, seeing the way the wall of that greenery stretched out, it'd take her only a moment or two to figure out that, this time round, she faces a maze set up. There'd be a cheer as she entered. Clearly they remembered her from last time, which was more than she could say of them. The big, giantess woman that'd managed to bludgeon her first opponent into submission was apparently a hit. However, as she was soon to find out, this much did have a downside. Unlike before, she would only be given the one choice of weapon and, whilst something with a blade would be her preference, as it'd been last time, not that she recalls, it is with a brief conversation that she now finds herself going forth with that same big, two handed hammer once more, the maul apparently the weapon everyone now associated her with and, for whatever reason, wanted to see her continue to use.

Of course, she'd been able to get some of the recordings from her previous bout. Had seen the battle and her own vigour. However, it is with a slight nervousness, and her memories wiped, that she, once more, finds herself 'new' to the Arena and the experience of being seen by so many. Just as before, she finds that her heart pounds in her chest and, with a loose skirt and leather top arrangement this time, it is with the smallest amount of hesitation that a tiny amount of self-consciousness leaks its way in.

At last, an opening appears before her and, gulping, burying down the nervousness in favour of a more exciting, joyous battle hunger, it is with a sprint that she finds herself running in, following the sound of combat.

As she proceeds into the hedge maze led by the sounds of battle she finds that the thick hedges move altering the maze. At times the path behind her close. At others new paths open up as if the hedge is sentient responding to her passage. Perhaps it is herding her.

The large screen monitors for the audience are next to impossible for her to see but her ears make her aware that conflict is occurring. The drones buzz around over head recording the event that the audience is getting into.

Torn fabric, the clatter of weapons and even moans leak into the air. It is confusing at first, so much was going on. She still heard battle but also heard those moans from opposing directions. Were the gladiatrixes battling each other? Was there something else here preying off them too? That was the only way she could get a feel for what was really going on.

The moans stop and that's when things get intense. The crowd roars and soon she feels like she's being watched by every eye in that arena. There was something closer, a dread, she almost missed it if it were not for the drone that hovered above the area.

Something wrapped around her angle giving a mighty jerk but it was this tip off that allowed her to roll out of the way of a lash that would have landed across her back. Instead a buff of the arena floor exploded where this massive vine struck. One such vine was still wrapped tightly around her ankle and she could see this bulbous mass of something green that had numerous vines protruding from it's round body.

It had no real features that she could discern in those few seconds but knew that it was both strong and stealthy. One of several tendrils came at her again falling straight down toward her chest. The one on her ankle held her fast limiting her movements for the time being.

The only real advantage she had was that the thing was wide and hardly fit between the pair of hedges making up this passage way. Nor could it bring all those vines and lashes against her at the same time of which it had plenty, at least half a dozen.

It was pulling her toward it, the saving grace being that while it was strong it wasn't overwhelmingly so and she could resist like a fish caught on a line she could struggle even gain some ground until she tired, it connected with those other attacks or she some how managed to brake free.

Fighting was louder too coming from just behind one of the hedges she was closest to, both participants seemed oblivious to her plight ...

Wrap around the ankle, classic gladiatorix sandals pound at the dirt floor as Xin charges, running this way and back through the maze. Blood pumping in her ears, adrenaline surging in her system, she nonetheless keeps a clear level head as she maps out the path she's taking. Left, then left again, she tries for a while to follow that basic pattern, keeping herself against the left side wall. However, as she turns the next corner, finding herself somewhere entirely unexpected, it is contrary to her own estimation that she finds herself... lost.

She should have wound right back where she started. The distances were right, it'd been three lefts in a row, yet... A theory starts to form in her mind. This wasn't an ordinary maze. Were the walls moving by themselves? Maybe she just sucked at directions. Either way, it was frustrating. She could hear the sound of battle, amongst other things, all around her and, while her next approach over the course of the next few minutes would be to try and follow these sounds, it'd be after another stretch of running and empty corridors of hedge that she found herself, still, no closer to her quarry.

Ugh. What was this? Her maul swung against the plantation around her, frustration taking over for a moment. Nothing. The leaves and branches rustled violently, knocked to one side momentarily, but without a blade at the end of that hilt, it wasn't going to be easy for her to simply power through the foliage. She could hear them, hear it happening all around yet- Suddenly silence. There was a roar from the audience, a cry of triumph perhaps? Then, eerily, it all went quiet, as if these collective perverts were now all holding their breathe.

At this point she'd failed to so much as see another contestant and, with the screens displaying this match just out of sight, she couldn't even tell what had happened to them. The giantess walks, slowly, taking every care not to make a sound. Okay...

*Snap*

A breaking twig causes Xin's head to whip around, turning around behind her to see... nothing. Damn. Every sense was on edge, even though nothing was happening, she was ready. What was this sensation? She could feel something watching her, and it wasn't the audience or that drone. Steadily tightening the grip around the shaft of her weapon, she kept her gaze trained on the apparently empty stretch before her. Taking a single half step forward, she was about ready to turn and continue back on her way but-

Moving with the kind of speed one only saw in snakes and vipers, a tendril of some sort wrapped around the ankle of the warrior. In an instant it had her down on the ground, a puff of air escaping from her lungs as she landed with an 'umph' face first into the dirt. Of course, her first instinct is to roll, to turn over so she can see. This is fortunate because, as she does so, it is with a heavy slap and snap that she doesn't see, but hears the impact of something on the ground right next to her, where she'd been.

"Ahh!"

She could see it now, some sort of plant like monstrosity reaching through the stretch of corridor before her. It had a main body, now nestled in the centre of some sort of clearing. She'd been coming up to it but, until a few seconds ago, it'd been clear. Another swipe, coming down at her now. This time she didn't evade. Instead instincts take over and, with the one free hand, she reaches out and catches it right in the air. With her free hand, she gets ready to pull her hammer around to smash the length of this thing. However, as she begins to lift, the maul on the ground above her head, she feels herself slide. This thing was pulling her in and, with her one hand on her weapon and the other on the creature's latest limb, the very maul she'd been ready to use, along with her one free leg, they were the only anchor points she now had to stop herself from being dragged completely in.

Another tug, and she feels her hand slip a little bit along the shaft of her weapon. Thankfully this prompts her to tighten her grip. Her one free leg buries into the ground, corner of the heel digging in, but the pull of this creature is incredible and quite impressive, even for someone of Xin's raw, untamed power. The grasp around her one trapped ankle keeps her one leg fully extended as it pulls and, whilst she was resisting now, stopping the creature from making much more in the way of progress, the situation would already be pretty dire.

More shouts and sounds now. Were there other fighters nearby? It sounded close, as if it were just on the other side of the hedge.

"HEY! OVER HERE!"

Xin shouted out before trying to drive her other, vine grasping hand down into the ground, hoping to give herself another, sufficient anchor point for her to at least start fighting back with her weapon. Of course, she had no way of knowing if the other gladiatrixes were able to get to her, or even if they could help, but it seemed best to work together if they were all against this.

The crowd was attentive, roaring out at the fight. Each had eyes and other sensory apparti focused on those screens as she struggled to keep that plant from gaining any further ground.

It was strong and had leverage on her as she struggled like a fish snagged on a fisherman's line. Anyone else may have been pulled toward it by now but she managed to resist at least for now. It was unclear who would tire first. That strength did not wane any while she managed to keep from being drawn into it.

But as she shouted for others additional vines came at her assisting it further. Other appendages looped around her leg and arm. Another ripped opened her top as another circled and mauled a breast. She could hear combat even now as the combatants didn't pause at all. But she also heard other movement.

Another vine looped around her other arm pulling it away from her chest. Her breasts free for the audience to see kicked them up into a frenzy though her focus had been upon the thing before her. Numerous vines protruded from a variety of areas on it's body while a thicker brown root jutted out from lower on it's humanoid like body.

Clearly she knew what this root was for. It was large and ready while her struggles were still fresh other vines fell upon her with incredible force whipping her chest, littering it with pink welts in an effort to weaken her.

After each lash it tugged against her limbs again as if testing her strength then went back to lashing then tugging again. Even with a counter attack things looked dire. The maul didn't seem to have much effect.

While sections of it's body were broken the lack of bones or internal organs didn't seem to hamper it. Further the struck areas repaired themselves at a steady rate. While it played with her it eventually grew tire of her struggles bringing other vines along her other leg spreading the pair before getting rid of the rest of her garments. That root, as big as it was already, grew in response.

A smaller vine went to manipulating her clit while others traced over her nipples. The crowd roared in approval on the edge of their seats. It looked as if they would have gotten their wish if not for a sword slicing through one of the vines.

Bridgette. It turned toward her while still securing her limbs. It did not pull against her or send those lashes against her giving her a chance to pull free. Bridgette moved swiftly cutting and hacking at the vines that were launched in her direction but she was not as strong and damaged those vines more often then cutting them through.

It managed to snare her arm jerking her off her feet. Her sword dropping and sliding close to her as other vines moved to wrap Bridgette up and hold her down before getting to work on removing those clothes ...

Xin grits her teeth and scowls as further tendrils come for her now. Thrashing, kicking, trying to get this thing away, there was only so much she could do without loosing foothold and, even as this thing gets around her legs, she finds she has to stop, planting her feet down and accepting the further embrace of this thing's clutches. As vines tear open her shirt, the instinct comes to cover up. Above her head, the grasp on her maul loosens for just the slightest of moments. However, common sense and training soon kick in and, despite the sudden vulnerability, she remembers not to let go of her only weapon.

Instead, as her pale, white, bountiful breasts are revealed, she has only the one arm to try and conceal herself. Beautiful, pink tips laid on that canvas of flawless snowy skin, she tries to protect herself. However, almost as soon as she tries to guard, her arm finds itself entangled and, with a tug, it is limb pulled out straight that she instead finds herself vulnerable. Wrapping around and squeezing just a little too hard, she has to endure the groping sensation on her breast, not to mention the cheers of the audience. Looking down she sees... a creature. Somewhat humanoid, it existed amidst a sea of vines and tendrils and, with one particular root now coming to present, the exact position of that thing made it very obvious what its function was.

Shit. Fuck these stupid pervert games. With a sting and a slap, not quite enough to draw blood, the grasp on Xin's weapon twitches as it whips her breasts. Twitching, the grasp on Xin's maul, and the only anchor point she has to prevent her from being dragged in, flexes for a moment. However, even under this whipping onslaught, against her breasts of all place, she remains strong. Of course, when the tug of this thing starts to drag her and pull her closer regardless, it is to these attempts to counter, to attack and to strike back that the effort does now go.

"Can't. You. Jerks. Just-"

With every swing she cracks and shatters vine after vine, even the soft, flexible, squishiness of this thing's limbs not holding up against the slam and splatter of her raw power. Unfortunately, for every tendril she smashes, two more seem to take its place and, as she's dragged in, coming to the point where this thing could practically lift her up into the air, it'd be with a certain bulge and pulse that she only saw the 'organ' of this thing swell all the more, ready for her. Eventually, as it pulled her closer, and she fought to land her feet down against its body, the thing seemed to only continue in the progression of its assault, stripping away the rest of her garment.

"Urgh!"

A tiny, little sex, nicely tucked in, just the tip of a hood and a clit visible, her ass and bare body was just further entertainment for the crowds watching now. Strong, even more so then the creature's she'd faced so far, it'd be with a certain cunning and ingenuity that this thing used everything at its disposal. First wrapping its vine around a distant point before going to her legs, not only did it have power to rival her own, but it used a kind of pulley approach to ensure it got what it wanted. Slipping, even the grip of her loose sandals not enough to keep her feet planted on the chest of this thing, it'd be with a gradual spread that this creature, and the audience, obtained what it wanted. Swinging, readjusting her focus to strike at what she perceived to be the main body of this creature, even this proved useless.

"Mmm!"


Cheeks flushing pink, it'd be with a mix of indignation and erotic embarrassment that she now had herself this... this assault on her clit and teats. More opposed and annoyed by the violation then anything else, there was, nonetheless the pleasure sensation invoked by this touch. Not enough to make her squeak and drop her weapon, like some feeble maiden, though she retained composure, there would be enough of a distraction for this thing to get an edge which-

Forced to glance back up by a sudden halt and tug on the shaft of her weapon, it'd be to her surprise more than anything that she looks to see a tangle of vines around her maul. Stuck in place, her eyes widen for a brief moment as, right here and now, she is trapped. A little tug on her clit, a wiggle against her teat. That thick root twitched ready to begin. Shit. Despite herself, she makes this little blissful sound, eyes closing. It had her. It was going to...

A hiss, a whistle, the sound of a blade cutting through air then plant matter. With this, Xin's eyes open and she has herself the chance to briefly see the source of her salvation before that too is seized and restrained. No. She wasn't going to give up here. Ripping and tearing, forcing goo to erupt from the snapped vines, a partially suspended Xin reaches out and grasps towards the new weapon, pulling what parts of her were needed take that sword.

"Jerk off to this."

The comment seemed to be directed to the audience as she makes her attack. Slicing through vines, further freeing her own range of movement, she seemed just as destructive, if not more so, with a blade than she was with a maul. Making a clear path through the clasping vegetation, she initially makes her first line down across the 'chest' of this thing. Then, with some inspiration her aim carries back up, towards the one part of this creature she would have thought for sure was a vulnerability, namely the base of that thick, intentional root which she now aims to severe and take off this monster completely.