He indeed noticed the change, at least heard the moans and felt that squirming beneath her. That only encouraged him further, the tendril of slime pushing down that relaxed throat even more then reeled itself back.

The taste of slime moved against her tongue with each pass that slowly filled her again and again as that cock twisted inside her like a live wire. The pleasure was certainly getting the better of her as it was getting the better of himself at the same time.

All that pain she had gone through earlier subsided bec0ming pleasure. Hands swept over her flanks, sticky fingers tracing over her while tendrils formed out from his mass rubbing and twisting about her breasts. Others covered her nipples encasing them and forming tiny mouths about them that sucked each and tugged gently as they pulled on them. One than the other alternating between the two.

Another fell over her clit doing much the same as he moved forward. His slimy mass engulfing her feet moving up to her ankles then knees and finally stopping half way up her thighs. Slime tingled around her legs sweeping over these regions that were captured.

Then that slime advanced farther enveloping her waist. The tendril on her clit being melted away fused with the slime of his body as he did so. Yet she could still feel the cock within her, twisting and turning all the same.

Hands rested over her own. Slime spreading down them tingling the skin as it moved and traced over her skin. Down past her forearms to her elbows the slime flowed. Leaning down over her his slimy tongue licked around her belly button then tasted straight up her chest between the breasts.

“Now just a bit quicker.” He punctuated that statement with a groan his unusual thrusts speeding up as they filled her then retracted into his body only to plunge forth once again. The one in her mouth retained a languid pace pressing into her. A few droplets of slime dribbled down her to her belly like precum. Yet once there the three pieces began to stir about slowly mixing with her breakfast. Any quicker and they would have made her nauseous.

But they chose to escape her stomach moving into the large intestine tracing along her there at a slow pace caressing her from the inside at least for the next few minutes. Finally he came filling her with even more slime as he rested there atop her, surrounded her. Glops of slime filled her passage as he rested there.

“See, not so bad. You want more don't you?” The tendril of slime drew out of her mouth allowing her to speak.

Trapped, and with any chance she might've ever had to get away completely obliterated, Geng-Xin could only shudder and tremble now, with pleasure, as she remained in the ever relentless grasp of her captor. Her long and slender body laid practically bare, with arms bound tight to the rests of the chair, this once proud Amazon was now little more than a plaything to this entity and, were there some way for others to be here, watching, the show as seen from above, even from just outside the cockpit, staring in through the glass, it would be something many would consider themselves blessed and fortunate, perhaps even willing to pay an extortionate, premium fee, to see. Skin smooth and white, flawless before her captor began, yet still a beautiful, alluring canvas even in its current state, the jet black locks of this woman's hair roll and curl around her shoulders as her mouth, those ripe, ruby lips, press tight around a thick, throbbing, meaty shaft and, as she squirms, one hears the wet, messy gulps and glurks as a broad, rutting bulge presses up and down the front of her pulled back, exposed throat. Her beautiful, bountiful breasts were in his grasp, rising and falling slightly as she breathed heavily, but ultimately they were his to play with, as was the rest of her. Caressed and suckled, there were so many things happening to her body right now but, just as it was the case with her tiny, swollen, blood filled clit, the occasional tug and squeeze on her teats was all that was evidently needed to invoke, from her, a fresh and renewed round of blissful squeals.

Eyelids flutter. Fingers grasp then splay, alternating between the two in a wild, twitching manner that showed to all nothing short of a complete loss of control. And, across her pelvis and lower abdomen, one can see, to her apparent delight, the occasional squirm and slither as gentle mounds, not as predominant as the one thrusting back and forth down the core of her neck, writhe and wiggle up and out towards the surface against her inner walls as she is simultaneously fucked, caressed, teased and massaged along every single inch, with not a single sensitive, vulnerable spot left untouched, undiscovered, or unexploited as her mindless, passionate and unstoppable moans, cries and whimpers reveal, despite herself, each and every last place that would have been, even by themselves, a place where she could have been broken.

In the end, all of it together, would be far too much for even her to endure and, with her body just pumped full of this endless, almost overdosing waves of drugs designed to heighten every sense and make every nerve scream as if fully exposed, any and all thought that might have gone into how she would escape or even survive, was gone. Instead, the only force at work left, would be pure, primal, physical instinct and, as a gentle stirring began in her stomach, seemingly flowing down to fill her entire body, a pattern of what could only be described as retreat, would emerge. She was still experiencing ecstasy, like she'd never felt it before, but in the face of this overwhelming force, that took from her the ability to control even so much as a single muscle of hers with any degree of dexterity, her body's physical, natural response involved pressing down her feet, pushing back the hips and, with her behind hitting the corner of the back rest and seat, grinding into it as hard as possible, every fibre within her would try to draw her inward, curling her into this tight ball of rought, fetal position. At least, this is what her body would try to do. Unfortunately though, the all encompassing grasp of her captor would never allow such a movement and, as he continued to torment and toy, a means with which to stop her would quickly emerge.

Ever so often, and it would seem accidental at first, with it perhaps being deliberately adopted and taken as a means of punishment, or counter against her curling up, a bulge like a mystical sea serpent arching it back out of the water would arise ever so slightly from Geng-Xin's pelvis and, with it, a powerful wail of pleasure and pure bliss would come forth. Nothing unusual, amidst all the other wriggling and writhing that was occasionally present, this one move, evidently against her G-Spot, was apparently the kicker and, inevitably, every time this happened, as this... something, slipped and slid in a long, lengthy stroke, a swift and decisive bucking of the hips would occur and, as it continued, her entire body, from head to toe, would tremble and shiver as it pushed itself out as far as it could go. Fingers caressed and stroked along her sides, and with every attempt she made to sink back into her chair, the power with which she had to move away lessened until, eventually, as Ortix himself approached and pushed past his climax, something within her apparently took hold and, pressing upwards a little more than usual, lifting herself up onto the tips of her toes, she would come to this stiff, frozen posture that, for someone as widely experienced as Ortix himself certainly, was indicative of an impending, overwhelming, all encompassing orgasm. Naturally, of course, this was when he decided to rest, leaving her right, there, on the peak, ready to topple over any moment.

"Oh..."

It would take a moment or two, after the rod was removed from her mouth, before she would manage to speak, and even then, it would be a hushed, quiet hiss coming after frantic, desperate, wild huffs for breath.

"Oh... oh fuck... fuck... pl-please... I... I..."

Every inch of her had tensed up with a frightful fierceness, her fingers digging into the rests of the chair and, in fact, as this moment of agony, this infinity close peak, played out, one might even see the metal warp and crumple like a simple, empty drink's can would in the hand of any other plain, simple, mortal creature.

"Uuuurrrgghh..."

It was a primal, guttural groan and, through some intense, unbelievable, force of sheer will, she would manage to lower and raise her hips in a shivering thrust or two, down onto and back up from the length of those thick, slimy rods that were, even now, buried deep within her. Of course, her current state made such a movement nearly impossible, and it was clear, with how she remained, arched in this almost violent manner, that she could not get for herself that last push she needed.

"Yes! Please! FUCK ME MOOORREE!!"

All of it, everything, it was all too much. There was not a part of her that was not ablaze with this heat and every inch of her skin cried out for his touch. Her teats, her cunt, her stretch, taught abdomen, her long, soft sides, her throat, her tongue, even the parts of his slimy body that were teasing her tight, puckered ass, seemed to conquer her every sense with nothing but exquisite, mind numbing bliss and, indeed, as his mass spread all the way to envelop her up to the waist, it would not be hard for him to notice the way her yet untouched hole in the rear seemed to relax and open, as if on some sort of trained instinct. Steam seemed to be filling the tiny shuttle compartment, as her hot, burning flush radiated the area and, it would almost seem as if, were she not to have her release, that another, even larger explosion than the one he'd lived through today, might take place.

Clearly there had been a change within her. The drugs ramped up her body and he could feel her given in to the pleasure that he now visited upon her. He could hear the warping of that metal as it was twisted beneath her grasp, though more obvious had been her words and pleas, pleas not to stop what he was doing.

While visually he wouldn't have the greatest idea of what was going on there were more ways to uncover things in order to get a clear picture of what was going on. His sense of touch picked up on the fact that her teased rump had been responding well so he obliged inserting a portion of his slimy body within her shaping another tendril of slime to invade that orifice.

He lifted her up off that seat while still holding her to it. Then when he lifted her up to a point where she would have threatened to tare off of that seat had it not been for the slime that secured her in place the slime in her sex pressed her back down only to start the process all over again.

She made a fine warrior for certain though for now she had been defeated. Fingers continued to breeze against her skin, her tits played with as he tasted her body while consuming that burning need at the same time.

She had worked for him and he had an idea of some of her capabilities. It would be a waste to discard her or even sell her off as a simple slave. He doubted that she could have been restrained by a Master for long that was not exceptional or had not broken her. Her reactions to his prior teasing indicated that someone had once had control over her though he doubted it was for long. Or maybe that was what she had liked, there was some uncertainty there though that had not mattered.

Better still he had an idea in mind that could prove rather entertaining and profitable as well. In the galaxy there were several powerful beings. At the same time she had extraordinary skills that set her apart from most human-like beings.

A novelty for sure but she would serve better as a gladiatrix. One that wasn't destined to loose each and every match. By winning she could earn both money and fame. The more the audience was denied, the more they would be willing to see her defeated. While she won she could earn him money. After so many victories he could set her free, an incentive for her to compete. That was if she didn't attempt to escape first as he recalled just what she did to his droids as outdated as most of them were.

There were ways to keep her under control. Such things were for another time. Right now he concentrated on what he was doing. That slimy cock within her spun as it pressed her back down. A tongue swept over a nipple as he sampled it.

“So you want more?” He chuckled speeding up then pulling her up off the seat. Granted half of her body was still emerged with his own as he held her upright. Those cocks continued to spear into her while another formed from a tendril on his shoulder that moved back to her mouth pressing inside her.

It had not mattered how often he forced her to cum. He kept going and going and going until she could take no more. When she woke again she was groggy finding herself laying down on a gurney. Her left wrist was chained to the gurney though it should have been easy to brake had she not been pumped full of drugs that shaped her strength.

She was dressed in a hospital gown and a quick look around the room made it unclear were she was. She was certainly in an infirmary though it could have been a sick bay on the same ship, another one or some planet.

There were no immediate signs of Ortix either or any other organics for that matter. There was one medical droid present, one of the newer models. Whatever it was doing didn't involve her straight away as it was busy clacking away at the keys of a computer with incredible speed while processing information at an alarming rate. For the moment it had not noticed that she was conscious again.

Wails and screams of pleasure and submission filled the tiny cockpit for quite some time. Overwhelmed and overcome, the experience would be not that unlike a white hot brand pressed to the skin and, whilst it would not be painful in the usual sense, the exquisite sensations would be all too much, all too intense and, wanted, if not needed, immediate reprieve. Yet, that seering heat stayed in place, pressed to the skin and, as her increasingly exhausted body flailed and thrashed in its restraints, the only times her movements paused, granting some brief respite, were those moments just as she started to cum. Seizing, every muscle tensing up, she invariably finds herself convulsing and, whilst not occurring every time, it would be more than once that a thick, consistent, squirting discharge would erupt from around her nether regions. She would be little more than a lump of squealing, moaning flesh and, throat gulping and undulating down the entire length of whatever member was fed in passed her lips, her lower two orifices would similarly ripple, with delights, time and time again as the thrusts, twists, swirls and other tricks danced inside of her. Breasts and teats tormented and teased, her eyes rolled back as toes curled and uncurled and, in the quite remarkable, lengthy, amount of time it took to fuck this enduring super soldier into oblivion, this attentive, expert craftsmen would have all the opportunity he wanted or needed to explore and experiment, not an inch of her body, nor angle of approach untested by the time he was through.

In the end, it would take perhaps the better part of six hours for her to finally fall and, as the experience goes on, the frequency with which she cums only increases. Forced to climax again and again, there would eventually be, in that last twenty of thirty minutes, a time in which Xin finds herself in an almost perpetual state of orgasm and, body seizing, tensing, becoming rigid as stone, it is only when that form of hers eventually slumps, that those merciless rods, which had only continued to dig, stir and plough into her, eventually cease and, with a groaning sigh, one actually gets to see her pass out, going limp.

Fucked and utterly ruined, when lowered back down, the dark haired beauty simply lies there in the chair, eyes closed. In some ways, she looks almost peaceful, as if she were merely asleep. A stray strand of hair has fallen across her pale face and ruby red lips and, as the sludge creature now moves to retake control of the ship, taking them to some new time and place, one can't help but wonder what lies in stall for her next. Whatever the case, one thing was for certain. Given what had just happened, Xin's regenerative abilities would have to work hard for the next time she woke up and, if it weren't for that particular quirk of hers, it might well have been years before she recovers mentally from this all encompassing, full body fuck.

As it happened, Xin would eventually awake and, given the way her mind worked, there would be certain memories that, perhaps to her advantage, remained clouded and blocked. Indeed, the last thing she remembered was discussing matters of her 'employment' with that creature and, in those moments, the full extent to which his 'story' seemed... hard to believe. Still, here and now, she would find herself in some sort of medical bay and, were it not for the cuffs on her left arm, she might have felt at ease. Had she gotten away from him? Was she now on some sort of official, government vessel? These were the assumptions she would hope to make, but where she actually was, she had no way of telling.

Moving as quietly as she can, she tests the chains. It didn't appear as if the medical droid had realised she was awake but, as she tried her restraints, she would notice exactly how much her strength seemed to be gone and, with that, she would mentally take note of how little she would be able to do if that machine turned hostile. Yes, to some degree she wanted to hope this was some sort of medical/law enforcement vessel. However, given the way she lived and the kind of person she was, the possibility of this being that kind of situations didn't, strictly, make this an entirely safe or a comforting environment, at least, not as much as it would for someone say... more law abiding. Still, if she couldn't break free and she couldn't remember exactly where she was or how she got here... well... the only thing she could do was try to find out. Hell, maybe she could even talk her way out of here.

"H-hello?"

She tried to sit up. Her body moved, but it felt... urgh... groggy. Is this was physical exhaustion felt like to other people? It was clear that her present state was due to more than just the drugs in her system and, as she started to move her muscles she couldn't help but feel a slight ache. Wow, she must have really gone through something big for her regenerative abilities not to clear any and all signs of previous exertion. Still, it didn't appear to be that bad and, bringing her hands down, she'd continue to shift herself into a more upright position.

"I better be in here because I did something stupid and heroic."

The medical droid had not been alerted to her being conscious. She tested her restraints, restraints that she may have been able to brake had it not been for that drug coursing through her system. That was information to fill away later though as she addressed the droid it turned it's attention to her.

“Hello,” it returned moving closer where it began the tedious task of checking her blood pressure, reflexes and pupil dilation as a light from a pen was shone into her eyes. It paused processing the question then displayed that it was limited in that aspect of information.

“It is unknown to me as of how you came about my care. Master Ortix gave me specific instructions on your care and treatment.”

To her frustration she would find that the droid could not answer her questions. Anything outside of medicines and treatments had been beyond it's ability to answer. Blood was drawn, her pulse checked and other simple medical procedures. It alerted Ortix via some sort of internal com unit that she had been awake and the droid departed soon afterwards.

Left alone she would get the sense of the ship coming out of hyperspace and descending as if it were coming in for a landing. When she felt that the ship had stopped there was a lengthy pause before the doors to the sickbay opened once more.

Ortix arrived with a box that he set down on a counter. Next he injected her with something, ignoring her questions. When she had been unconscious again he moved swiftly. This time when she woke it was to Ortix injecting her arm with something else that countered the last injection.

She was dressed in a simple black jumpsuit that revealed her curves. A metal silver collar had been affixed to her neck. Ortix simply grinned at her as she made that discovery for herself showing her a remote that sank into his body.

“The remote is on and controls the pain settings for that collar. I can easily trigger it even with the remote secure in my mass so don't get any ideas. Now come with me.”

Provided that she did not try to fight him she would be lead off the ship finding that they were in a port. Getting into a hover car they were driven to a massive arena where she would see various aliens in line and various animated billboards showing clips of aliens battling human and near-human females. Ortix must have had the VIP treatment since they skipped lines and even found their way to a booth. Outside of the booth had been a pair of armored guards. Inside where seats and a plethora of food stuffs. A glass window looked out into an arena that was quickly filling up. Large screens displayed clips of past battles in an erotic sense.

For now she was alone with Ortix who now seemed willing to field her questions or at least go on about the reasons why she was there as he posed a simple question to her. “You know why you are here, correct?”

A cold, blank, guarded expression falls across Xin's face as she eyes up the machine, watching it as it draws closer and continues to examine her. She was drugged and restrained, but even in this state she would succeed in emanating a sort of aura, a sense of power and danger flowing from her. Muscles flexed and shifted, the biceps and muscles of her forearm rippled slightly and, as she gently opened and closed her hands, she ran through her head the quickest way of disassembling a droid of this make. Of course, all this would be lost on the mechanical audience currently present, but for Xin, this display of subtle body language came as a reflex more than anything, a way to guard herself even when she found herself in a vulnerable situation and, as this thing continued to examine her, it was all she could do to stop herself from thrashing, rattling the restraints again.

All in all, her disposition would not be entirely obvious to such a simple machine. With no audible snarl nor blatant a scowl, save for a brief recoil as it touched her to run that brief eye examination, Xin would seem an almost ideal patient. There'd been no pain, but having this thing suddenly come for her face had made her twitch. Her limbs were heavy and slow, but her head was clear, and so with care and caution, she'd rise up into a more dignified position.

"Ortix?"

She said the word aloud. Where had she heard that name before? Her memories, the ones she had, were pretty clear. However, by either coincidence or design, the creature that'd recently captured her hadn't actually given her his name. Ortix? Had that been one of the names that'd come up during her most recent hire? She wasn't sure. 'Master' Ortix made it sound as if she'd been picked up by someone wealthy. Maybe she'd gotten lucky and had gotten herself found by some passing, private cruise liner. Well, either way, it didn't seem as if this machine had any answers for her.

"So..."

Sitting impatiently in the empty medical room as the ship apparently pulled out of FTL, beginning instead a careful, hopefully calculated, re-entry, Xin simply spoke to the open air, assuming some sort of surveillance.

"Are we just going to sit around until-"

Finally, abruptly, her host would arrive. Suffice to say however, it wasn't the person she'd been hoping to see. Naturally she had a few things she wanted to say and do to this 'creature', even if she couldn't remember all the things he'd said and done to her. However, with her still restrained, the most she could manage would be a few harsh questions and pointed, occasionally vulgar, rebuttals and, with all of them ignored, it wouldn't be long before she was drifting off again, something new injected into her system, despite her struggles and protests.

Time passed and she was apparently moved and dressed again. Waking up, she would find herself propped up under each arm by a couple of simple servant droids and, as she came around, she would stumble slightly as they dropped her, leaving her to now stand on her own two feet. Immediately, she'd give a growl, and with a lunge she would try to grab at her captive. Naturally though, still just coming out of a drug induced sleep, she'd fall short and, even if her hand had made contact, the most she could have possibly done was get his goo all over herself. Nonetheless, she would seem ready to make another attack of some sort, or else begin a doubtlessly high paced, hard to catch retreat but, with some simple words, and the showing of some sort of remote device, Ortix would make the situation clear.

A scowl of sorts spread across her face as she glared. She'd stopped, holding steady in her stance, but as she remained apparently ready to strike again, it would be clear that she was turning things over, analysing the situation. On the plus side, she didn't appear to be physically restrained anymore. However, this bastard had apparently put some sort of slavers collar onto her, something she would quickly check with one hand, reaching up to her neck and, based on what she'd already seen, she wasn't entirely prepared to belive that this... that such a person, wasn't someone who might conceivably have such things on hand. Something that shocked? Something that burned? Oddly enough she was familiar with quite a variety of devices of this sort and, in her time, she'd seen what they could do. Never had there been one around her own neck, not since the very first days of her life, but even the memory alone of seeing others scream and writhe would serve as deterrent enough.

"So that's how it is? Well, at least we're done with any pretences this time."

Looking down briefly, she'd see the newest and latest 'outfit' in which she found herself, and with a slight 'tch' she'd make her opinion on the matter clear. On the one hand, she didn't seem too disturbed by the jumpsuit. She wasn't squealing and dropping down into a crouch to cover her lady parts from gorping eyes like some people she'd seen, but on the other hand... honestly, at this point she just wished people wouldn't just go around putting her in things all the time. It wasn't as if it was a major problem for her. Clothes, after all, were a luxury she'd spent a good part of her life without and, it wasn't as if she had anything to be modest about. However, the idea of something or someone handling her unconscious body irked her and, for some reason, she had her doubts that she'd dressed herself.

All in all, this quick evaluation of her situation would take a little less then a few seconds and, though it annoyed her to have to do so, she would go ahead and obey... for now. Reluctantly, she'd duck her head and, with some care, this 6 foot plus giantess would step into the hover vehicle. Surprisingly, given all of her spite and spirit up until now, the journey would be relatively quiet. Everything else to one side, it'd been a while since she'd found herself in a planet side 'city' such as this one and, with a vague curiosity it seemed, her attention would apparently be taken to outside the conveyance.

Was there a law enforcement office around here? An uncorrupt one? Although it looked like she was just taking in the view, her mind would actually be focused on the situation at hand. She was bred to be a super soldier after all, and she was pretty sure she could handle a lot of pain. Perhaps if she could escape and run to the nearest official... what would they call it? A prefect? A law station? Maybe she could withstand the pain just long enough, even if the device was activated, and if she got to somewhere, they could remove it, couldn't they? Hmm... Well... That would be plan B, she guessed. The main problem was, a lot of these devices also come with a kill switch... so...

She wasn't really even paying attention as signs and billboards went by. There was some sort of, what looked like fighting, flashes of different colour flesh, but it wasn't until the vehicle stopped that she'd come back to the present. There were people, quite a lot of them, crowds of varying species, cheers, excited chatter. Apparently they'd reached whatever place it was they were supposed to be and, again with reluctance, she'd carefully step out, following this creature. Naturally, she'd hear a few cat calls and whistles, or the various alien equivalence with which she was plenty familiar.

At some point, she planned on perhaps asking if this sludge person was this 'Master Ortix' that the droid had mentioned. It was either that or 'Ortix' was the person she was being led to. However, as they came up to some private boxes for some sort of arena or theatrical complex, a brief glance to one side and a quick translation in her head of the stall's signs went ahead and answered those questions, especially as they stepped inside and found nobody else inside.

Almost immediately, Xin's eyes would find themselves drawn to a large screen off to side. So this was...? It seemed to be a very deliberate compilation... Something large and scaly stood with a young, blue skinned humanoid woman in it's claws. A close up frame, mostly focused on her, one could see how her clothes were all but torn off and, with her wrists bound together, hoisted up above her head by this creature's tail, she would apparently be helpless as her legs were held in a sort of W shape and something long, hard and ridged was thrust in and out, in and out, tightly fitting in that dark blue, almost black, slopping wet, quivering pussy as she... It was... Xin didn't have a word for it, but she would find herself transfixed in a way. She'd heard stories, jokes and innuendos in a bar here and there, but she'd never actually seen...

The display changed to another clip, this time a human looking woman facing some sort of centaur (not that she knew what that was) like creature and, based on what was happening, it apparently wasn't going well for her. There was no sound, but in her mind she could practically hear what was happening, the squeals, the sloshing. The whole thing was almost hypnotic, but when Ortix spoke to her again, she would come out of it.

"..."

For a brief moment, a slight pink twinge appeared on her cheeks and, with a little widening of the eyes Xin would jolt, just barely visibly. Despite all of her coldness, her spite and careful, calculated poise, it would look as if Ortix had actually found something to fluster this warrior. However, this particular look would not last and, almost as soon as it was there, it was gone again. Throwing him a deathly glare, daggers in her eyes, she would scowl at him and his question.

"You're thinking, you want me doing something like that."

Her voice, despite her evil looks, would be level and calm, more cold than accusatory. For a few moments she'd merely glare at him, then slowly she'd turn her gaze back to the screen, this time giving it nothing but contempt as some sort of two on one match apparently had its messy finale and sneered. There was silence, assuming he didn't say anything. Evidently, she was running the options through her head. Finally, she spoke, slowly and carefully.

"Not going to happen. I've heard about places like this. Gladiators put up to fight, the women always lined up to lose so people can enjoy stuff like this. I'm guessing you're going to make me fight one way or another, but if you're looking for someone who'll throw a fight when you want I'm not going to help you. I know, you've got that remote and I've got this collar, but if you want me to go out so I can just be something like that... well you can just go ahead and turn that thing on and leave it on."

There was a large window looking out into the arena though matches had yet to start for the evening. Monitors here flashed through previous fights as the audience still filtered in for the entertainment at hand.

Had she taken the time she would have noted some bizarre station that consisted of smaller monitors that flashed split screens of an alien and a gladiatrix listing stats of all sorts and gambling odds. Odds that weren't just for the winner and looser but listed all sorts of odd things, the duration of the fighting portion of things, the odds on particular sex acts being performed and when. By the looks of it the aliens were always heavily favored.

Betting of course, always went on at these types of events. Since the outcomes were more or less determined odd things to bet on where the norm. One thing was that there would be a slim chance for the women to succeed, an outside shot or else there wouldn't be any sort of odds.

“Oh, you are mistaken. As much as everyone here may wish for you to fail I'm actually looking forward to your success. Frankly, I want you to win.”

A roar interrupted him as a PA system announced the competitors for the first match. From seats they could look out to the arena itself and could even see the fight unfold on large screens above the arena itself. The monitors here tuned into the fight save for the betting ones that still filtered through upcoming fights allowing for a wager to be place up to fight time.

A droid had to read the screen for Ortix before he had bets laid out for him. He lost more often than he won betting on long shots and even for the occasional gladiatrix to win a match.

There were all sorts of matches from the straight forward one on one affairs, other times the arena was set with hazards meant to impair and hinder the participants. At other times there were contests between two gladiatrixes and while these contests were far from supernatural even among the non human ones the best had been kept for last.

The arena had been flooded and there were several platforms that the gladiatrixes could jump between. This event pitted an entire team of gladiatrixes against one alien, the very same one that she saw on preview. That behemoth of a lizard thing that seemed quite adapt to the water often erupting from it to accost a gladiatrix toying with them as it moved about ripping and taring cloth here and there then going in for the kill when the women had been stripped bare.

She noted that he had numerous retractable tentacles along his spine. Appearing near a large group he dealt with numerous foes at once to the rising pleasure of the audience that erupted in cheers at what was going on.

It was savage, it was raw. She watched as a team of six women were all taken at once by those tentacles in all three of their holes save for one lucky woman or perhaps unlucky one that was filled by that massive phallus driving into her, causing her stomach to bulge and display the movements of that extraordinarily large dick as it pressed inside her with no mercy as it filled her to the limits.

Odds kept coming in as to who would be spared from that member, who would endure the most rounds, who would go unconscious first, who would be last.

“That is who I want you to beat,” Ortix chimed as he pointed down into the arena. She noted that he wasn't even close to pointing out the massive creature indicating that he was unable to see what was going on.

There was something to his senses that she would notice. It seemed at close range he could sense where things were but seemed unable to read. Whether or not he knew what was going on if not for the announcer over that PA system recounting all the graphic entertainment to the audience had been another matter.

“Of course I don't expect you to start off with him for your first match but it is your choice. You're strong, that's good. Strength isn't enough, however, so I've arranged for your training. It's simple really, beat him and you'll go free. If not well there are more entertaining ways in dealing with you outside of using this remote.

“Need I remind you of how easy it is for me to render you unconscious? From there all manner of things can be done to you. Oh, and you'll find that this building has inhibitors that dampen abilities that aren't purely physical. I doubt you would have to worry about them from what I've seen thus far.”

He gazed at her another clear sign that he was aware of where she was at this close of range. “You can fight this but it will still happen one way or another. Only thing is, if you fight this well I'll be more inclined in allowing the audience to get what they want. You'll be cast in the arena, no weapons and at a disadvantage from the start. At least if you enter under your own power you have more of a chance. Your call.”

Ortix waited on her to respond though it was clear that he wasn't going to wait for long. Provided that she didn't attempt anything he would take her behind the scenes to where the gladiatrixes trained but if she made a fuss he would deal with her in other ways. Either way he would be entertained.

Despite the ever mounting theory growing in Xin's mind regarding this creature's senses and his ability to see, a deadly, spiteful glare would adorned her face as she stood there, arms folded. The series of events, as she had the power to remember, whilst not entirely complete on all the sordid details, did not paint the most favourable of pictures. She'd come off the tail end of a battle for a mercenary group and had, against her better judgement, agreed to give the boss's boss some genetic samples to satiate their curiosity... urgh... and then? A brief flash of some sort of droid, two of them, carrying her somewhere. She just about remembered a prick and the sensation of him injecting her with something right before that so... Yes. Based on the gap in her memory that came next she'd gone to her first instinct, fighting. This was all good, given that she'd apparently been abducted. She'd been entirely reasonable with her actions to that point. What happened next...? Talking? There'd been a map, she'd established where she was and then... more fighting? She remembered taking off in a shuttle after that. Apparently, she'd once more fought her way out, gotten herself to a ship and then... Damn. A brief recollection of him being there again. He must have snuck aboard or something so... Had they fought inside that shuttle? Possibly, but that meant the only times she'd done well with this guy she'd been running away to someplace else, or had been dealing with droids instead. Either way, there was at least two times, on record, that she'd apparently gone toe to toe with this guy and lost.

Tch... If only she could remember. He was clearly a fluid based creature of some kind, sludge rather than actual solid mass. It probably meant that her brute strength was of no use but... For fuck sake. The thinking behind her body's design really was a load of crap. Any other fighter would be able to remember things from the last two encounters, maybe have learnt something, found a weakness. Instead she was clueless as to how she'd been beaten, or what possible direction to take if she decided to try and fight this guy again. Well, either way, based on the way her body felt, even now, the outfits she'd been made to wear, and the 'interests' this 'Ortix' creature apparently had, in accordance to where they currently were, maybe it was best she couldn't remember. Indeed, if this creature had managed to subdue her, odds were he probably used the situation to 'have his way with her'. That being the case, maybe it was good that such an experience was missing from her mind. After all, she could only imagine what it must have been like for her when this thing had oozed itself all over her, funnelling itself, forcing itself inside...

Not letting it show outwardly, as much as possible, Xin found herself churn with disgust. Still, it could be worse and, as she watched the match with that monstrous lizard creature come to its immediately obvious and inevitable conclusion, at least, she thought, she had the power to forget. The forfeit for these warrior's loss was brutal and cruel and, as she found herself watching with 'mixed' feelings, she couldn't help but wonder just how long such a horrific and barbaric displays usually lasted. Either way, the situation she found herself in now was no joke. There was no way she could allow herself to end up like that but, with the odds in a place like this so heavily stacked, was there really any other possibility? Standing there, she clenched her fists tight. No, she didn't care what the odds were, she would win. It wasn't as if she had any choice either way, a fact that her captor would be quick to point out, but if there really was a way out there was no way she would allow it to pass by.

There'd be a brief moment of silence as she apparently weighed up he options.

"Fine."

For a brief moment, it did occur to her that maybe the best thing for her would be to go straight for it. After all, she knew how powerful she was and, though strength alone wouldn't be enough, it wasn't as if she was entirely without skill. A vast collection of martial practices from a wide selection of races and cultures, analytical abilities that allowed her to pick out physical weak points in the blink of an eye, enhanced reflexes and agility, these were all just a few of her traits. Could she not go against this final boss right from the start? Probably, but something told her that things would go in her favour more if she played along. Training with the other Gladiators? Well, she wasn't sure how much good it would do. After all, if the training involved sparring or anything of that kind, surely it would be forgotten by her the next day but, maybe there'd be something she could pick up, a weakness in her opponent, a familiarity with the weapons used here. Hell, if she fought well enough in the preceding matches, maybe she could even earn herself enough of a reputation to intimidate this last opponent of hers. That could work and, if this was to be her tactic, then maybe she could even add to the brutality of this place, add a bit of horrifying savagery of her own. Nothing said undesirable and not wanted for fucking like a woman that literally tears the limbs off of her opponents, right?

Well then, that would just have to be how she played it. Hmm... but that said, it might be dangerous if she went too far with that. Like he'd said, he could always have her thrown in with no weapons, no armour and a disadvantage from the start, and if she took things too far he might just want to see her loose out of spite. Well then, she just had to be careful; make herself feared, but don't go so far that she pisses people off. Reading the situation, knowing how far to push things one way or the other... Either way, this was the obstacle in front of her and if she wanted out she would need to face it.

"But..."

'... you better guarantee I'm getting out if I beat that guy', is what comes immediately to her mind. However, before she can get it out something stops her. After all, it was probably best not to confront the guy too directly. She needed to be diplomatic but... urgh... Years of living out in space, on the run, hiding, stealing, stowing away, she hadn't really learnt tact all that well.

"Just so long as I get out when I beat him."

This sounded better, but it still erked her that she was having to bite her tongue.

"So? Is there someone who's meant to show me out of here then?"

“When you accomplish that then you are free to go. I'll even give you a little something to assist you on your way. A means of booking passage off this rock and covering your immediate expenses least you find yourself in a similar situation or having to fight additional matches for money.”

When asked to be shown out he nodded and waved a hand where the droids present escorted her out. All the while the aftermath of the first match was still going on. She would clearly hear the moans over the PA system that captured the sounds in the arena.

There must have been a method to switch from the announcer to the arena itself. Had she bothered to look she would see the latest gladiatrix suffering at the hands of her reptilian opponent or was that pleasure? It was hard to tell as the woman was blushing and showing signs of arousal as the thing pressed inside her. It was big with a sizable girth and the progress of those thrusts could be seen in the wake of that bulge that formed up on the woman's chest.

Taken to the slave pens she would find that they were spacious. There were numerous cells which were rooms that she would soon learn belonged to whoever placed these barbaric games. Most were rather simple but some, the gladiatrixes that were owned by off worlders and not the arena itself had cells that were more elaborate based primarily on their success.

Success was a relative term in this case since it was not often that they won unless they were up against other gladiatrixes. Success was their appeal to the audience. No wonder why it seemed that the woman from earlier was into it putting on a show for the spectators. Perhaps their success was governed by the merchandise that each sold.

There was an area called the pen that had been locked and off limits. Apparently that was where the woman were taken awaiting their matches and had access to the arena through there. Other areas had been set aside as training areas. Quit large and having all manners of melee weapons.

There were alert guards here with energy lances that emitted powerful shocks and other woman training against each other or training droids. Almost all of them had slave collars. Different models and colors their properties varied as far as she guessed and it was easy to discern the slaves owned by the arena. Their collars were all the same make and color.

Each had a wrist guard on their left hand of some sort of metal though she was unsure what these were for. She was fitted with one by the droids finding that it did not readily come off. She probably could force it off if she really wanted and one of the droids explained what it did as they secured it to her wrist.

It was a key to access her room, the pen or a training area simply by waving it in front of a door. If she was permitted to access a point the door would open. The pen would only open for her if she had a scheduled match or was coming from one. The other side of the door could be accessed at all times but she could only go out to the waiting area an hour before her match.

From here she was left by the droids with one of the slaves that had lighter duty. Clearly she was still recovering from a recent foray into the arena or the managers here didn't wish to expose her too much, a quick way for the crowds to get board of a contestant that wasn't exceptional.

There was a rec room she was shown to, a communal kitchen/lounge area. In the lounge there was a monitor allowing one to view fights. There was even someone here watching it intently obviously studying a foe or picking up tricks for the arena.

Her guide was named Bridgette who showed her about the area that would be her home for however long it would take to best that lizard.

“If you want a snack there are replicators here that can simulate most simple foods. Just wave our bracelet in front of the machines, make your selection and the meal will be prepared. Well, there not really replicators but your order is submitted to the kitchen and there are hidden contraptions in the machines for them to send the food along when it's ready.

“And before you go ripping one apart the chutes are way to small for us to pass through to the kitchen. These,” she held up her wrist guard, “track us keeping tabs on what doors we access and such so they can always find us. There are more guards then you see, keep that in mind.

“Who's your owner? I can bring you to your room so you can find it easier later. You might need to know where the infirmary is too. Chances are they'll take you there at some point. Your new so they should start you off with some of the tamer aliens but that might not matter.”

The creature's comment and assurance, covering all basis, freedom, passage, even money, would only coax Xin further into a state of suspicion. However, given the circumstances, she would have little choice but to play along anyway. A way out had been dangled in front of her and, for now, she would do her best to pursue this path as if it were genuine. After all, if this offer really was as too good to be true as she thought, it wasn't as if anything more could be done to trap her in her present circumstances. She'd take this One piece of bait, and if it turned out he couldn't be trusted, as she suspected, then she would have to search for other alternative ways of escape.

Led away, the proud giantess risked one final glance back behind her. Picking up speed, pounding away with a smooth, recklessness, a brief moment of distraction, and disgust, would be suffered by her as the sight of that ever deeper reaching rod assailed her, the camera view on one of the many monitors focused, even now, on that dancing, rising bulge. Would her mind allow itself to picture, just for a second, what it would be like to be in that gladiatrix's place? Yes, but with a renewed scowl and a swift turn back to her forward direction, she'd endeavour to put it out of her head.

Into the slave pens then, and it wouldn't take long for her to assess the place. Eyeing up the guards, she ignored any of the leers and instead focused on picking out who would be easiest to take out. Moving slowly and steadily, her attitude was like that of a wolf. Moving straight, with her face forward, her predatory gaze nonetheless pierced to the side, towards them. Which one, out of the soldiers here, was the youngest? Who could she disarm and take down the easiest? She noticed a couple of them avert their sights as she glared their way, they looked to be pretty good, as far as candidates went. Of course, the rest of the men there had, for her, the same sort of hunger and predatory look as she did for them though, one would suspect, it'd be for slightly different reasons. In the end, the way she walked and glared probably wasn't anything too new to these people. It probably bothered a few of them, she clearly hadn't been broken in yet. However, as many of the more experienced members of the staff probably thought, it shouldn't take too long for that attitude of hers to change. After all, there weren't that many women out there who could maintain such proud resilience in a place like this.

Walking on, Xin would take notice of the many different styles and colours of collars. Seeing them, even on the guards, she'd note that they too were apparently slaves. However, unlike certain 'hero' types, our Giantess would not be someone who'd find herself bound by sympathy, or some misguided desire to help. Getting out of this place was her only concern and, as it'd been wherever else she'd gone in this universe, the only person she was planned to look out for was herself. Well... for the most part. Of course, there'd been that orphaned kid on Bo-Serd 6 who'd taken to following her around, and that one cat she'd had mewing at her door for food every day in the morning that brief time she'd found herself staying in an 'apartment' at ADD Midstation 8... but those times had been exceptions. So what if these people here were trapped, just as enslaved as she was? She wasn't going to let any sense of sympathy get in the way.

Of course, that said, in a place like this it might actually be good, for her, to forge some form of alliance with the people here she could most benefit from having on her side. As such, a more relaxed, kinder approach would be called upon when she was handed over to one of the more 'aclimated' slaves. Why, Xin would even ask what her name was and, once her questions about the area had been answered, she'd even go on to reply to those asked of her.

"Thank you. I'm sure I'll get adjusted to this place in no time."

Looking down at this Bridgette, though only physically, as Xin often had to do due to her size, the Amazon would even provide a grateful looking smile.

"As for who my 'owner' is, I wouldn't really consider him to be anything along those lines. 'Kidnapper' would be more accurate but, since you asked, I believe that the particular gelatinous creature that has risked bringing me here today was someone along the lines of... Ortix?"

A hint of uncertainty was called for. After all, if this creature was known here, she might be able to coax a bit more information about him if she played herself with a certain degree of ignorance.

“Ortix ...” Bridgette paused thinking about that name. It was clear that she did not recognize it and needed a bit more information not that there was much more to give. She considered all offered information pondering the ooze and what she stated.

“Kidnapping oozes fits with Goro but this Ortix is unfamiliar to me. Does he have reptilian warriors?”

Bridgette did not know of this Ortix so he had to be new to the scene as far as the arena went. He had to be known by somebody if she were given a collar of her own. Her arrangements for all this had been made so he had to be known to someone.

After her tour she was able to find out little things. The slaves with the blue collars had been owned by the arena, whoever that was. Most were the guards but some were slaves as well. Her accommodations had been provided by the arena via Ortix.

They had some perks such as a radio and a small holo feed that tied into the arena and even general local signals.

From what she learned the matches were sometimes arranged in advance but most were blind matches. Often one of the collars would lit up and that gladiatrix would go out to the arena awaiting whatever monstrosity they sent out to face her. On a few occasions some handler would approach a gladiatrix and inform them about an opponent that wished to face them. Some of the gladiatrixes had been favorites of one contestant or another and made arrangements in facing favored prey.

For the first day Geng was allowed to observe. She had no history so no one requested her and she was yet to be lodged in the system or maybe the matches were just random and her collar never lit up. In any case that gave her more time to adapt to the situation, watch matches and train.

Her skills were good, that was for sure. Her physical abilities were not hindered in the training area but they suffered outside of it by some sort of inhibitor placed on her abilities and those of her peers. This was not readily apparent at first until she tried to exert herself outside the training facility so taking on the guards would be tougher she found.

By simple tests such as cutting herself she would find that her regeneration had been unaffected. Chances were that the games were meant to put on a show so her abilities should be unhampered in the arena. She still possessed her training and the muscle memory of her fighting techniques. Some of the weapons were unfamiliar to her, others were. She was able to familiarize herself with them if she wished, she had the time as the next day was like the first as was the third.

Not all of the gladiatrixes fought each day. Some recovered from injuries, others didn't fight for long periods of time so the arena did not bore of them. It wasn't uncommon not to have a fight for a week or two. Some were not so lucky being called to the arena all three days she was here. Punishment or crowd favorites, maybe a bit of both.

On the fourth day her time was up, her collar lit up she was allowed to select her weapon of choice before two guards escorted her to the arena were she was announce to the roar of the crowd.

From the monitors odds were against her. Lewd betting was being placed upon her, what hole would be taken first, how long the match would go for, who would climax first and so on. Of course these were blind bets since her opponent was not known yet.

A roar greeted her silencing the crowd for a moment then that betting came in furiously as the crowd rang out in approval. They knew what or who was coming. The gates opposite of her opened, the ground carried numerous tremors until something burst into the arena.

It was big, resembling a rhinoceros with several tentacles along each flank. It roared tossing it's head back sounding far more feline than anyone would have imagined. Then lowering it's head it charged straight at her ...

Goro? Great, so there are other creatures like Ortix out there in the universe. Black holes, pockets of quantum atrophy, corrupt ADD agents, pirates, weird, living skin tight suits that clung to your body, and now sexually depraved Space Goos. It'd been a few years since Xin had had to start sleeping it rough, but it always seemed like there were new threats out there for her to learn about. Usually though, she managed to hear about them before she'd fallen into their clutches.

"No lizards, but I'll keep an eye out."

A short reply that nonetheless shared Xin's every intent of getting out of this place.

Next would be her accommodations, small, simple, nothing fancy. Nonetheless, given the kind of thing she'd been expecting, what she found herself walking into would be far more than she could have hoped for. A holo feed? A radio? Usually when Xin found herself staying in one place for any amount of time, the best she had to hope for was a partially defunct freezer-stasis unit, and maybe some not too spoilt left overs inside. Here, there was a clean bunk, a warm sheet and, whilst she was still a prisoner, the free time and privilege she had over the other 'guests' felt... well... unfamiliar for her more recent times.

Then again, she noted as she sat down on the bunk, with how she'd actually started life, perhaps there was also a slight, worrying tinge of nostalgia that needed to be had instead. As the Master's favourite she'd always been well treated, having at least some status of her own. The space station where she'd grown up had always been a prison of sort, but it'd had its perks as well. Of course, this situation now would seem terribly similar and, even with the luxuries of this cell, it wouldn't be difficult for Xin to remember that this was a cell, a prison, however glamorous it was compared to her usual stowaways. Most importantly though, she had everything she needed to get out of here. Technology like that could easily be cannibalised for all sorts of things and, with a few simple tools and her boundless technical skills, it shouldn't be too hard for her to prove 'inventive'.

Of course, step one would be getting or making those tools, but that wouldn't be so difficult. A chunk of metal taken from the underside of her bunk, plus a thin strip of torn fabric, and she would have herself a small but discrete shiv that could double as both tool and weapon. It wasn't as if she was expecting an attack, chances were she wouldn't have to defend herself outside of the arena. However, she wasn't really interested in that. The main obstacle with taking these devices apart would be hiding her work. Chances were it'd take a few days and, for now at least, she would need to focus on other things.

Day one, day two, day three, each passed without incident as Xin readied herself for her first, inevitable bout. It was true, her quarters provided some degree of privacy. However for now, she needed to get ready to fight and, if she were to try and get started on any 'improvisation' in her room, there would only be the risk of discovery. Learning guard patterns, patrol schedules, things like that she could do as she went. For now though, she needed to be patient.

The forth day came and, when Xin's collar finally lit up, it'd almost be a relief. For the past three days she'd been watching fighters come and go. Women, some who'd been here for a while, some who were nearly as knew as her, went out and rarely did any of the return on their own two feet. For those that had to be carried back, there wouldn't be any question as to why. For those that did return under their own power, it'd usually be with a slumped daze or a crawl that they did. Frankly, after three days of waiting, it'd be with an irritable impatience that Xin would start to view these bouts. Time was passing and, day after day, she'd be watching as victim after victim return. In the end, she couldn't help but feel that itch to fight inside of her. She wanted to get her stay here over with and, when she noticed a couple of the other women missing, she'd only feel the urge to hit something increase.

Nobody had died, Xin would at least be able to confirm that. Thankfully, despite all other misgivings about this place, the establishment here wasn't really one that catered to people who enjoyed... that sort of thing. The people here might enjoy a bit of rape and sexual domination, but they tended to draw the line at snuff. Instead, as Xin came forward to demand an explanation, she would hear of a whole other list of reasons as to why a warrior might go and not come back and, whilst the options listed to her would be unpleasant, none of it would involve anything deadly. It might take a person away for a day or day, a few at most but, when it came to the more popular 'guests' there were, apparently additional risks. For example, one could be gifted to the victor(s) of a fight, being taken back to their cells/lairs for their own lengthy enjoyment. Alternatively, though it was rare, reserved for special occasions, some of the more called for attractions, might find themselves, after a loss, offered up to some of arena's premium members for a bit of 'promotional entertainment' and 'audience participation'. Whatever the case, it would be clear to Xin that she would have to try and avoid such things and, for now at least, she could breath a sigh of relief. After all, she doubted she was 'popular' right now, given that she'd yet to make an appearance.

Regardless, the time had finally come and, with that collar suddenly, unexpectedly lighting up, Xin would almost feel a sense of surprise. It'd been such a long three days but, nonetheless, she'd immediately feel that shot of adrenaline, that little surge as a mix of both excitement and nervousness struck. She'd been preparing herself for this moment for the past few days, but now, with this moment finally upon her, she found it made her heart beat fast in her chest. With a careful, measured pace, Xin would make her way into the preparation area, not betraying the unexpected apprehension she was actually feeling inside. A few casual stretches were performed as she got into position. It was one thing to see others go out into that ring, but now that it was her turn...

She looked over the choice of weapons provided and tsked. Not many bladed implements, a long dagger at best. Of course, in a place like this were young women are being put up against big, hulking beasts, why would they provide something that could actually be useful. A mace? A hammer? Why would anyone think such bludgeoning weapons would be useful. If anything she needed a sword of some sort but, ah, she wasn't supposed to win, was she?

A glance was thrown around for a screen of some sort, any sort. She didn't really care what odds were being given regarding the more 'explicit' outcomes but, if there was some information at her disposal at least, maybe she could use it. Were there any long shots on her to actually win, and was anyone placing bets on such odds? If there was, it could indicate an expectation on the part of this 'Ortix' for her to win. After all, wasn't the whole plan, for him to make a bunch of credits from this extraordinary fighter he'd found? Why else would he have brought her here? Surely her fighting skills were set to bring him more credits then her body. She knew she was attractive to some, but surely her abilities outweighed that.

Reluctantly, a maul, or long handle battle hammer, is chosen, a heavy implement, normally overlooked amidst the weapon selection. Normally too heavy for most of the other fighters to consider, Xin nonetheless takes it, one hand reaching down and hoisting the iron clad skull breaker off its perch, much to the surprise of a few of the guards gathered there. It was understandable. Most wouldn't want to attempt picking up such a thing with both hands, let alone casually swing it up onto her shoulder as Xin would do with just the one arm. However, as it happened, a few years of rough living, some mercenary work and a touch of advanced genetic engineering, and you wouldn't believe how well a lady could be literally made to handle a hefty pounder.

Stepping out, Xin would immediately register the subtle shifts of mood provided by the audience. There was a cheer to hail the start of the next bout and then a seamless progression to another, louder cry as the crowd applauded the choice of Gladiatrix. Clearly, the audience now had a view of her and the upcoming fight, but the thought that there were now cameras or recording devices somewhere around her now, allowing who knew how many others peer at her with leering eyes... Well, this would only just now occur to Xin. Frankly, the thought of it invoked a sense of self-consciousness, modesty and, even in someone like Xin, who didn't usually feel such things, the affect of a sudden audience, looking at her from every angle, it would be... almost embarrassing.

This distraction however, would not have the time it needed to settle in and, before Xin could take more then a few steps into the arena, glancing around at the wide, open landscape, a roar would echo out through the colosseum. Bursting out through the opposite arrival bay, a large, stomping creature emerged. It was quadrupedal, at least at this point. Tough looking skin, a forest of thick tendrils either side. Oddly enough, given Xin's education/programming, the species would prove to be unfamiliar, even to her. Well, whatever it was, it was clearly a popular choice with the crowd. Was it a newly discovered life form, or was it so rare that it just hadn't been included in her extensive bio-medical training? Either way, she didn't have much time to think before it was making a straight b line for her. Big, heavy, muscular, this creature could probably knock even her off of her feet. In addition, the long, grasping tentacles at the side probably meant it had ways of trapping anyone who tried to dodge to the sides and so...

Fist tightening around the haft of her weapon, Xin stood firm for a moment or two as the possible scenarios and outcomes ran through her head, strategies forming in the blink of an eye. Not only did she have to think about how to tackle such a beast but, if she were to beat it, what level of prejudice would it be best to display. Hmm. It probably would be best not to kill in her first match. After all... a leg slid back, putting her in a wider stance briefly before she took the maul in both hands, slamming it down against a swiftly rising knee to break the shaft of her weapon... they usually drew the line at snuff here.

Having now provided herself with a crude, yet jagged spear, the reinforced alloy snapping like tree sapling for her, Xin would now have a pair of implements ready at her disposal, the large, but heavy chunk of hammer head also resting in her other hand. With these, Xin would now begin a counter of her own against the beast. The plan of attack was reckless, yet bold. She knew if she got this wrong, it would go badly for her and, not just in a manner that exposed her to the rampant sexual appetites of an unknown creature. A group of three assumptions had to be made for the purpose of her attack. One, with those tendrils acting like limbs of some description, the instinctual response of this beast would be as it was for any number of creatures when something unexpected came at its face. Two, that the flailing tendril limbs of this monstrosity weren't anything inclined to go beneath or that far in front of its own form whilst it was running. And three, that, if she were to get in place underneath, her reflexes and aim were enough to avoid a painful trampling.

Step one then. Fingers crunching the alloy, slight crumpling the head of this heavy, hefty hammer head, a fast ball special thrown right at this things face. Step two, Xin would run straight at it, hoping any wiggling appendages capable of catching her were also too busy catching a large lump of metal going at the face, or else too slow to grasp her. Step three, she charges in, duck down and, at the last second, she goes into a swift slide along the rough sand ground, skidding underneath. Erm... Step four? Well, she just had to pray that this worked and she didn't get stomped to death as she aimed a jab up, perhaps using the ground a bit to wedge a spike up somewhere painful belly side. Hopefully it was the last thing anyone expected. Hopefully this first match was a way for her to make an impression, let people know she wouldn't be as easy as some of the others. If she could, she'd also try to find some nice, fresh goolies to give a good kick on the way but, whether or not she'd be able to achieve any of this, that would all be decided in the next few milliseconds.

The guards were good. At first they seemed lax as far as the gladiatrixes went. They were weary in close quarters with them but they trusted in whatever inhibitors dampened their abilities made them easier to deal with but many were competent fighters without any sort enhancements be they magical or otherwise.

The arena itself was exempt to the inhibitors since the aliens here wished for them to fight at their full abilities. They didn't see them as having much of a chance letting them keep things interesting to watch rather then each match up being one sided. The enticement being that the aliens would have a bit of resistance and a possibility of failure however unlikely.

Taking apart her bed would have to wait for the time being. Watching out for patterns in the guards had been tougher to work out then she had initially thought they would be. The guards didn't fall to any predictable routine, or if they did she hadn't had enough time to see what it was. Each day was a little different as far as the locations they guarded, the times of their rounds when they were in their cells or coming into the mess hall or training areas.

Perhaps they did the same thing each day of the week falling into a pattern that way. Time would tell. But since she wasn't in her cell all the time masking her work would be easier since she could dispose of any refuse from the bed. No telling how often they inspected the cells too though up until the day of her match no one had.

Learning the ropes of the arena she learned of the fate of other slaves that didn't return straight away. Hearing about the promotions and all sorts of extended play that the victors could partake of set her at ease in one region. This was not to the death.

On a few occasions there were high ranking aliens that visited. There dress and stature marked them as higher ups that took some of the slaves away for promotional work. She was too new to be looked at or maybe because she wasn't owned by the arena.

If the later then that was another thing that she did not have to worry about while here. It might have been a bit ironic if no one could defeat her in the arena only to find herself entertaining a wealthy patron in another way.

Realistically though that shouldn't happen. Then again if the price was high enough someone might make an offer to Ortix for just that. That was another threat that she had to keep in the back of her mind as she went about surviving this place. The first challenge being understanding all the rules that applied.

Her time came up eventually as her collar activated. The moment was tense. She knew what to expect on one hand yet her foe remained a complete mystery at the time. Selecting her weapon she looked over the monitor that listed all sorts of odds.

While it did not give her precise numbers of who bet on her odds tended to shift if there were a lot of bets placed on one factor so she could gauge how things were slanted. Assuming that all the betting was completed she could see that the odds in favor of her victory had been remote. So whoever or whatever this thing was enjoyed anal sex, that was so much a given seeing that there were even odds at that.

Looking over some of the other depravities only gave her a better understanding of what sorts of kinks this thing was into. Bondage was high too. Multiple penetrations which indicated it must have had numerous limbs, tentacles or multiple cocks.

Maybe … maybe it was another ooze. That would be one reason for the lack of swords. An ooze could certainly live up to restraining her and give rise to multiple penetrations too. Looking there didn't seem to be much to contend with such a foe.

She could only hope that her first opponent wouldn't be an ooze. That would offset her strengths a great deal but there was no time to worry about such things as she headed into the arena.

Unlike watching the matches on the monitors she could see a few differences from being in the arena itself. There were numerous spheres that floated and flew overhead. Drones that filmed the encounter. There was a large monitor that captured her appearance that was overhead, a flat screen with images on both sides.

A PA system announced her, making mention that this was her first time of as the announcer put it she was an arena virgin. Mentioned as Ortixes slave had to mean something too. It may have been as she thought earlier about being barred from all that promotional stuff without going through Ortix. What could she count on from there? It was clear that Ortix wanted credits and wanted her to defeat that foe that she had seen.

The word she got was that he was some sort of prideful warrior, deemed to be the best competitor in another sort of arena, one where fighting was often to the death. Rumor was that he was getting too old to risk his life but changing to a nonlethal venue meant that he could still battle on for many years to come.

The crowd was impressed given their reaction. Perhaps they anticipated her being ploughed for their delight. Perhaps they enjoyed a first timer too. Or it may have been the simple fact that she was attractive.

And then her foe made an entrance on the opposite side of the arena. There were other gates all around the arena but setting them across from one another seemed standard in a one on one contest. The other gates must have been at times that multiple teams were pitted against each other or multiple opponents were meant to face a single adversary in order to space out the combatants a bit and prevent them from lumping up in one huge group together.

The thing she faced wasted no time in charging straight for her. Clearly a brute. His head tilted slightly down so that his horn pointed at her as he came she snapped the maul before rushing ahead to meet him.

The weapon tossed at his face the creature instinctual reacted swatting at the weapon with a tentacle. At the same time numerous tentacles came at her. Most snapped the air near her as his vision was blocked for that fraction of a second by one of his own tentacles moving to intercept that weapon.

One tentacle struck like a whip to her side barely connecting with her ribs. It tried to grab her but she was already moving ahead sliding beneath the massive beast only to hit his from below. There was no luck with any genital they being retracted into the body of the beast so to speak.

Immediately there was another roar, this one sounding different than the last. The thrown piece of the maul hit the sandy ground as did the bulk of the creature that fell down after she slide out beneath it. It was not over, the massive beast, easily six feet at the shoulder, got back up trying to spin itself around to face her.

A quick look would reveal that his legs were wobbly at first then stabilized as if he were stunned but quickly shrugged that fact off as it unleashed a third roar louder than the other two and different still. He was clearly pissed …

Something snapped across the side, but Xin was already in her fighting mode. It tried to grab her, giving her a good, hearty slap across the ribs in the attempt. However, any pain she might feel seems to be ignored as she charges ahead. Eyes track the movement of countless appendages and, lids not even blinking once, she evades the worst of it. She had her plan of attack and, though it wasn’t going as smoothly as she’d envisioned, she could still see a way through.

Onto her knees now, she slid. Her legs had little to no protection and the rough gritty turf underfoot was coarse. Nonetheless though, Xin’s move wouldn’t seem to scrape the flesh quite as one would expect and, as she bent her body back, raven hair sweeping across the sand, she’d go ahead and angle that jagged piece of shaft in her grip against the ground.

A crack, a sound, a possible groan, the moment came and went so quickly it was hard to tell what damage, if any, had been done. However, once Xin was up and on her feet, it’d be an easy matter for her to glance over to the tip of her makeshift spear. Hmm… it hadn’t gone in quite as deep as she’d hoped. However, as she looked back to her opponent, it would be clear that at least some damage had been done. Legs wobbled slightly, roars were had, if she’d been able to find something ball shaped to punch on the way through, the hit probably would have been all the sweeter. Still, she had the initiative now and, though it wouldn’t take long for the creature to be back up and running, it’d take even less time for Xin to close the gap and be on him.

On the one hand, she knew that getting close to this creature had its dangers. On the other, she knew getting close was the only way she could do any damage and, if it really got to the point where this thing had gotten a limb or two wrapped around hers, it was probably better anyway, if she could get a hold of this thing. It could try to lift her off the ground, do what it liked, but if she had arms wrapped around its neck in a choke hold, it wasn’t really going to matter all that much. First things first though…

The creature stood, got to its feet. She could see that it was getting ready to move again however, with it being the beast it was, she had no intention of letting it get that far. Of all the things she could give an opponent like this, a run up was probably one of the last things she wanted to risk. Instead, taking the chance she had, the giantess would run in and, discarding the remains of her weapon, it’d be with her fists that she would seemingly make the follow through.

Duck, weave, unlike the initial head to head, she could see how the pain of a spear in the gut effected this things aim. Regardless, it wasn’t like she was giving this thing much of an opening anyway and, approaching one fist in hand, with plenty of wind up, it’d be the moment she was in reach that she’d deliver the first of hopefully many blows. A wild, wide hay maker, the move would have been ill advised were she not such a fast creature. One, two, her target was this thing’s jaw. A right, then a left, each swing would have enough force to make a solid ‘Boom’, hard enough and loud enough to make the metaphorical flexi-glass in the metaphorical cheap seats shake like the thunder.

The creature turned it's lumbering body in her direction getting turned around just in time to feel the power of her first hit it with that thunderous boom. That skull was thick and hard hurting her to punch but hurting it more.

To it's credit it remained conscious. It's head being about waist high for her even as it attempted to move it's head from the path of the second blow it had not been enough. While the second blow hadn't landed as flush against it the punch still hit the thing.

She did not let up nor did it allow itself to be struck. To slow to dodge those blows those tentacles went to work blocking those shots and taking the sting off of them.

The tentacles seemed to act independently from the main body. It was as if this thing was an octopus having a miniature brain located in each arm it must have had one in each tentacle given the speed in which it used them.

The tentacles were fast but the main body wasn't. With all that bulk it was certainly use in running over it's foes, pinning them down and having it's way with them.

Her physical strength was greater then the tentacles, however. They were not designed to stand up against her power and some of the blows it blocked managed to get through with less force. One of it's front legs lifted up from the ground to batter at her. It had no claws but sought to knock her down while at the same time a tentacle coiled around an ankle attempting to tug her off balance at the same time.

The tentacle did not have the strength to win a contest of strength against her but in conjunction with it's own brute strength it may have been able to do just that. One plus was that those blows kept it from trying to gore her not wanting to give her easier chances at it's head while some of those tentacles were now going on the offensive attempting to grab her elsewhere seizing a limb or clothing, it did not discriminate as it was too busy to target her with those fists slamming against it.