This is more of a story of how Romily came to be than a background - If you are interested in a read grab the popcorn, settle down in a comfy chair and (hopefully!) ejoy some literary ramblings of mine! (or grab the eye-bleach!)
Romilys story
When she was a child her big sister was enrolled at Shokushu, a school with prestiege but, as a boarding school she was told she wouldn’t be seeing her sister for some time. Romily loved her sister dearly and, in the way that small children do she decided that she would go with her. With this plan in mind she went to the airport with her big sister and father but while she was there she "escaped" from her dads clutches and, exhibiting FAR more luck than any judgment managed to find her way among the luggage in the hold of the aircraft even as it took off.
Of course, she was detected by the ships security but the rather unscrupulous human that spotted her decided that she could actually earn him a little money on the side than he normally earnt transporting whiney brats to the school. With this in mind he shushed up the alarms and when all the prospective students were slumbering he went down to the hold, knocked her out and stowed her in a storage locker.
Once the ship had completed its journey and was heading to its base to refuel he contacted a slave-trader he was acquainted with and arranged for this little child to be sold. The plan went off without a hitch and when little Romily woke up she found herself in a plasteel case with a bidding number and a large braying crowd around her bidding huge sums of money for such a rarity as a real human child.
With a frightened whimper at this she tried to hide in the corner of the small box but this only intensified the bidding. Into this came Kircis (pronounced Kri-K-Sis (hard middle K). Kircis was a slave trade of some repute although his reputation was dark at best. Seeing the small child there pulled at something he never thought he had and making a snap-decision that shocked everyone around him, promptly tripled the current bid. In the shocked silence he walked up to the podium, paid the exorbitant fee and took the key to the case, opening it and offering her hand to the frightened girl.
Looking up at the scarred stranger with her huge brown eyes she took the hand, letting him help her down and then they walked through the still stunned crowd to his waiting ship.
Although Kircis had a terrifying reputation to how he trained some of his slaves for some unknown reason he doted on little Romily, frequently sat making plans with her bouncing on his knee and even torturing failed slaves while she played in the corner with whatever he had found for her. (see pic 1) Romily for her part loved who she called her ScarredDaddy and idolized him, occasionally giving him ideas that shocked his rivals as the plans were simplistic but effective as only a young mind can conceive.
The crack of the whip sounded loudly in the long room as it struck the quivering alabaster flesh of the demi-humanoid, each strike leaving long blue scars that wept dark blue blood. The girl cried out in her native language as each fall of the lash found her soft skin, the words unintelligible through the pain. Suddenly the whip ceased its flight as the door hissed opened and all eyes moved to stare at the little girl that walked in, her short hair flaming like a halo under the harsh glow of the lamps, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. Without a word being whispered she walked past the guards towards Kricis who was stood watching the proceedings. Reaching up she interlaced her fingers with his turning her huge hazel eyes from the whimpering girl to Kricis' own.
"What are you doing Scarreddaddy? What has she done?" She asked, a crease of puzzlement marring her perfect brow, her voice echoing loudly in the small room.
With a strange look on his face Kricis replied "She's betrayed me and I need to ensure that these things are punished so it doesn’t happen again."
"Be-tray-ed? The word being framed slowly, the new word feeling strange in her mouth, like a bad sweet "What is that?"
"Yes my little Romily" Kricis said "It means that she broke a promise to me and hurt me"
"OH!" Her eyes widening further. Quietly she seemed to mull this over in her mind. Silence descended as everyone’s eyes moved to the small girl who seemed to have such an effect on their master. "Well.. If she's been bad and hurt you, then she needs to be punished! That’s only right!" With a bright smile she looked up to Kricis, who looked back with a smile, his hand still entwined with the small childs. Looking back to his guard holding the whip, "Continue." He said.
As time went by she found that she had free run of the ship, and she occasionally turned up in Kircis' own bodyguard training areas and found small hidey-holes and dark corners where she could watch these huge men and other odd not-men go through amazing motions with their hands, and do mind bending flips, kicks and attacks. Absolutely fascinated by such things, quietly, without really understanding what she did she started to emulate these while still hidden.
Of course she was still being watched over (under pain of quite horrific torture) so this didn't go unnoticed but the watchers were amazed at how much of an aptitude this little human child had. Kricis, upon learning of this decided that it should be encouraged and his bodyguards started to teach her patterns and moves as she watched quietly from her various hidey-holes.
This went on for a number of years until one of Kricis' rivals, Tshiii'r, made a violent and bloody move attacking his ship while he was on it and killing him in a ferocious battle in his main meeting room. Romily arrived from her sleeping chamber summoned by the loud noise of combat just in time to see Kricis fall. Her scream shocked the armsmen before they saw who was making it. A tiny, unarmed and unarmored little redheaded girl wearing nothing but a pair of blue spidersilk pajamas. They had of course heard of the small child and they privately saw her as a possible bonus to be enjoyed and then maybe sold (if she survived the enjoyment of course). The first armsman stepped forward and reached towards Romily aiming to tear her top off but Romily simply stepped to one side, catching his wrist and striking his elbow upwards. With the impact magnified by her own movement, it gained enough strength to catapult the armsman past her and slam head first into the bulkhead, knocking him unconscious.
The other guards stood in stupefied stances even as they watched their comrade slam headfirst into the bulkhead while, with a shriek not unlike a banshee from old legend Romily leapt towards the next nearest armsman, a huge 8ft beast of muscle where her hand angled in, slamming into his groin, crushing his genitals and causing him to collapse with a loud roar of agony. The sound got the others moving and they quickly subdued her, picking up their fallen comrades laughing at them about how they was bested by a small human girl.
Kricis' rival - An asexual amphibian named Tshiii'r thought that she could make use of this young girls fighting talents after he heard the report and promptly threw her into one of his gladiatrix fighting pits. The guards were disgruntled about losing their "prize" but knew better than to argue.
The training grounds that Romily was sent to were located on a planet called Raxnis, a high Gee world (roughly three times earths gravity) that Tshiii'r owned an extensive area of land he used as the high Gee's enabled his fighters to be stronger and tougher than their counterparts. Once there the young Romily almost crumpled against the huge gravity shift and was pretty much was left to die as she could barely stand, let alone train or survive. This would have been the end of her if it wasn't for the Armsman that she had hurt in the battle deciding to get their revenge for the humiliation they continued to suffer at the hands of their colleagues, landing quietly and gaining access to her cell where she lay. This would have been the loss of her virginity at the tender age of 13 but for a passing gladiatrix who saw what was about to happen and in a possibly ill judged bout of conscience interrupted, killing the shorter guard and hurting the other badly before the guards arrived splitting up the fighters before throwing the gladiatrix in a cell awaiting her punishment and sending the guard back off-planet. Although a slave had killed an armsman of Tshiii'r, he decided to let off the gladiatrix. Mainly because the armsmen were most defiantly pushing their luck by being somewhere that they had no place being, in addition to breaking his own rules, but also because that she did this in to protect something of his. This act of reprieve made Romily an unofficial mascot of the training camp and gradually they all started looking after her, protecting her in the harsh place, helping her with training and even persuading the camp leader to start a drug regime that would help her strengthen faster to cope in this place.
As a result of this, her first fight was actually much delayed from when it was supposed to be, as the gladiators had created distractions and even stood up for fights when they didn't need too, until she could stand and fight among them. When her time came she found herself in the arena, a baying crowd about her facing the surviving armsman. That 8ft tall slab of muscle had been promised her as a prize... IF he she could beat her. Tshiii'r was in attendance and was watching eagerly about what would happen. If she lost, it would make for a fine show and wouldn't cost him anything more... If anything it would please the rather rich backers he had brought along. And if she won? Well! Think of the money that he could make! For once the fight wasn't rigged and the crowd was eager to see this highly unusual match up.
"HA! THAT GIRL CAN FIGHT!" Roared the beefy Vuoiran, slamming his fist into the table almost spilling his drink over T'shiiir as he watched the young human step outside the armsmans wide swing, her own hands catching the wrist and turning it savagely, driving the armsman to his knees before she had to let go to barely avoid a savage jab from his free hand.
The fight had gone on now for longer than any of the self-important guests of T'shiiirs had believed possible and they were all enjoying the show. Most had bet against the small human female but she was doing a wonderful job of keeping the huge beast off her, and had even managed to make him appear as batted as she was.
"YOU TRAIN THEM WELL T'SHIIIR!" His voice bellowing, drowning out the other noise from the crowd.
T'shiiir winced inwardly. He hated this loud mouthed oaf but he was among his richest customers and had already paid an enormous sum of money to see this fight, not including the rather substantial amount of money he had bet. It simply was amazing what a novelty could make some people do!
"Well my friend" T'shiiir replied, his voice bubbling as he completed his mental calculations "How about a little bet? If she wins you fund that business venture we discussed earlier." He smiled broadly as he continued "And if she loses, I’ll give you a prize seat to what will happen next."
"HA!" the Vuorian roared again, his black eyes still fixed on the two struggling figures. "YOU ARE A SNEAKY BASTARD T'SHIIIR! BUT YOU GOT YOURSELF A DEAL!"
T'shiiir smiled again as he looked away at the young fighter. "Yes... A good scheme indeed" he thought to himself as he watched the tiny gladiatrix deliver another punishing blow. He would most definitely have to see how good he could make her If she won this fight.
The fight was horribly close but eventually Romily emerged the victor, the chemical concoctions and the other gladiators having given her enough time to adapt and learn how to fight against a real opponent, expanding on what she had learnt before. With a loud thud the Armsman hit the ground, his right arm fractured in 3 places, left kneecap crushed, one eye blinded from a violent strike and, the final blow was one to the throat which killed him. Romily was badly hurt herself, left arm dislocated, 4 ribs cracked, all five toes on one foot broken and covered with bruises enough that she could barely stand.
As Romily rose, limping on her horribly damaged foot, her body screaming in pain, she looked at the felled armsman and began to laugh as the crowd roared with approval at the excellent fight. It was the voice of pure happiness of the young girl that had seen death, fought for her life and was still standing. On top of that she had killed the one that had killed her Kricis! A shroud left her as she realised that she had succeeded and avenged her ScarredDaddy and all she could do was smile and laugh. Although there was a small shadow that she had taken another life she hoped she would never have to again. It felt wrong even though she had excellent reasoning.
After that she was given into training properly, Tshiii'r giving his full approval to see what could be made of this young human and how much money he could make from her. Imagine! A small, weak human female capable of taking on what the arena could offer! What a novelty! He could feel his gills quiver with excitement of the amount of money and prestige it would give him.
For Romily, the next months were wonderful. She was accepted by lovely people and trained doing something she loved doing. She loved learning new moves and how to "dance" as she put it. The drugs tasted foul but she loved the effect and she applied herself to her training like someone who knew nothing else. The other gladiators loved her as she was always smiling, always kind, always ready to lend a hand with the chores or share her food to someone that needed it. A kind heart in a brutal world and no matter how she was rebuffed by the increasingly few that disliked her she never stopped smiling or offering to help.
As the months turned into years past Romily became stronger, faster and deadly under the tutelage of the gladiators and gladiatrix. The drugs being pumped into her system on a daily basis now caused her muscles to harden into steel-like bands, her speed even on a three-gee planet she was regarded as fast and her skin even became as hard as earth kevlar. Possible to cut but impact absorbent.
"DUCK! SPIN! COUNTER!"
The Drillmaster shouted commands as Romily wove through the high powered stun sticks as they were thrust at her, the staves crackling as they discharged, ionizing the air and missing her spinning form by tiny margins.
"I love this dance!" Her voice came out vibrating with happiness through her pants of exertion as she pivoted on her toes, left hand open flat as she spun, swatting a stave aimed for her head away causing it to tangle another one which was aimed at her midriff.
It was a cool day in the main training arena, the second, much cooler sun still up casting the training arena in white light giving everything an almost angelic aura. Despite this however Romily was covered in sweat having been practicing hard in the shock arena for the last couple of hours, her clothing sticking to her curves revealing a highly toned body, lithe and beautiful. Her long red pony-tail was held in place by her ever-present clasp which reflected the light as she ducked, her fist smashing into the ground to redirect her motion as she launched herself underneath another strike.
The strike that caught her occurred as she landed, her trailing arm being out of position spinning her almost off balance with a loud CRACK of discharged energy. Her arm completely numb and useless, the next few moments were a flurry of blocks as she spun, ducked and whirled desperately avoiding the staves as they were swung at her before another got through, striking her chest and blasting her of her feet, causing her to expel all the air in her lungs as she landed, rolling backwards instinctively.
Before she could regain her feet, she was hit once more, this one forcing her to stay down as the shock overloaded her nervous system and caused her limbs to convulse. Through the pain her body was broadcasting she smiled, looking up at the gladiator that had delivered the final hit.
"HOLD!" The drillmaster bellowed as she shuddered and convulsed around on the hard ground, looking not unlike a beached fish.
"G-g-g-g-g-good h-h-h-hit Arci-I-I-n-n!" She beamed happily, not really paying any attention to the bemused smile on the gladiators ruddy sculpted face as he watched this girl thrash about, still smiling. Taking a hit like that was part of the dance, and as she did it more the fewer times she got hit. "I'm getting better!" she thought to herself happily, her smile not faltering as her limbs started to calm themselves. She really was lucky to be here with such lovely people that let her dance like this and looked after her so!
The gladiator, Arcin, lent on his stave watching with a oddly fond smile. Here, in this place where they were trained and driven to fight for the pleasure of others and even be used as toys if they lost - this girl kept a smile. Granted she knew nothing of what would await her when she left, but the fact she was always smiling and her referring to these brutal exercises as "dances" bemused him. She was ultimately a piece of meat that would be handed among the more deviant monsters of this benighted universe but not only was she being trained to properly fight, her prowess astounded him. she learnt moves faster than any other gladiator he had ever seen and was already lasting longer than most of the fighters in the hardest trials and she never stopped trying. "It's insane" he thought as he offered his hand to help her stand. Even he, a cynical bastard (All three of his own mothers said so!) had found himself warming to the young Romily and he had joined the odd little ritual of giving her a kiss on the crown of that flaming hair before he left to the main arenas, for luck.
As she regained control of her limbs she took the offered hand and bounded to her feet, her muscles standing taught against her sweat stained top, each piece clinging to her leaving nothing to the imagination. Seeing this Arcin shook his head. It was a wonder that no-one ever touched her sexually, and protected her as they did, even going so far to stop or hide their own sexual couplings when she approached. "She really is lucky" he thought as he stepped back, stave held ready to strike again awaiting the Drillmasters call to begin.
During this time she was placed in small arena competitions and she acquitted herself incredibly well, racking up a surprising victory tally. This was however aided in the fact she was an incredible novelty and the fights were actually unrigged in her case. The crowd loved seeing this young female fight and win and Tshiii'r loved seeing the money roll in. After all, when the novelty wore off he could then rake in another ship load of winnings seeing her raped and deflowered like so many before.
It never got to that though. One week the ship transporting her back to the training camp after a visit to a off-world arena was attacked by raiders. The combat was short and brutal, the vastly superior raider ship quickly crippling the transport and sending it crashing into a nearby planet.
The crash was hard, killing the pilot, both of the guards and knocking around the half-dozen gladiatrix badly, although miraculously there were no fatalities, possibly as they were all secured in the belly of the transport. The ship itself was trashed beyond all hope of recovery, the long furrow that the ship made strewn with wreckage and fuel. Into this carnage the raiders ship screamed, landing nearby and out of its bowls its crew of hardened bloodythirsty bastards ran, aiming to kill whoever survived and take whatever was valuable, breathing or not.
The raiders, unfortunately for them, had miscalculated. They had expected a nice juicy transport ship with guards and valuables. Possibly pleasure slaves if there was living cargo that survived. They weren't expecting a cargo hold full of very angry, slightly battered but highly trained fighters.
The fight was short, brutal and ended very badly for the raiders, most being killed in the first few moments as they stormed far too confidently into the hold. Once the main body were lying either stunned or broken the gladiators turned the tables, sprinting the short distance towards the raider ship.
The raider pilot, luckily for the gladiatrix, wasn't paying attention and before the ship could launch away from the otherwise stranded gladiatrix they had stormed up into the wide open hold, startled that there was literally no-one on the ship until they found the pilot. One of the more bloody minded Gladiatrix' persuaded him to launch back into space, leaving the planet almost as quickly as they had arrived.
"Fuckin' Bastids" The pilot of the raiders craft muttered to himself as he took a long swig of battered iron flask. The fluid within could have cut though a earth bankvault but it was the best her had available. "Gettin' all t' fuckin' fun an' prob'bly fuckin' there cocks off wit t' whores"
He had been a pilot for the last 3 years and was beginning to hate it. He often missed all the fun and had to make do with whatever his collegues brought back. The only perk is that he never had to face being shot at.
As he took another swig he looked across at a flashing warning light, grunting as he swept off crumbs from the board before hitting it violently with his fist. "Fuckin' tin'" He grunted "Always fuckin' breakin'"
Slumping back into his seat he took another deep swig of his flask, the liquid burning as it went down. Suddenly a loud siren went off, startling him and he dropped his flask, its liquid spilling out over the floor, the brown pungent liquid hissing gently.
"Fuk Fuk FUK!" He raged as he picked it up, gave it a shake even as the siren wailed. Slamming the almost emptied flask onto his console he reached across strapping on his firearm and slammed the door release to open the pilots door.
As the door opened he continued spewing profanities. "Yoo Fuckin' Assholes! Stop Fuckin' trippin' the fuckin' alarms ya useless dung fuck..... Oh" His voice trailed off as the door opened and he saw a tall, scantly clad female, her chest heaving and beaded perspiration clinging to her body. There were even a couple more behind her! The lads must be giving him a bonus!
"Well Fuk!" He said, a wide grin splitting his face "Aren't yoos a pretty fuckin' thing!" His surprised look taking on a leer as he looked at her body, somehow managing to miss the look that the gladiatrix was giving him and the streaks of blood that spiraled around her knuckles.
They were the last words he uttered as one of those bloodied hands caught him by the throat lifting him off his feet. His eyes finally left her heaving bosom and looked into her eyes, the look there turning his bowels to water before he found himself thrown bodily into the pilot chair
"Fly. Fly if you want to live" a harsh female voice rasped behind him.
Once back in space, the females removed the pilot permantly and shot off into space, free at last. For her part, Romily was part of every step although she didn't account for a single life, each of her strikes placed to incapacitate rather than kill. She didn't really approve of her fellow gladiatrix's actions as they ruthlessly killed whoever they fought, even if they were most definitely trying to kill her! But, they were her friends and she supposed that they had a good reason. Her disquiet only increased when, once in deep space in command of their own ship the other women engaged in a heated discussion of what to do next occurred. The outcome of the discussion was that they would go pirate and take back from everyone that had taken so much from them. Again, Romily felt that there was something about it that she didn't like, although she couldn't put her finger on it. Reluctantly, she went along with the other’s plan.
The gladiatrix' first few targets were that of other raiders on outlying planets seldom travelled. In the slaver ship they captured was a full database which, among other treasures of information gace the exact locations of a series of other raider bases scattered around the quadrant. Romily herself felt that this was good as at least these people had hurt innocents. When the time came she fought well and hard with her friends, but no matter who she faced she still avoided taking life, each time incapacitating rather than killing. She began to think that her disquiet was unfounded and she pushed the memories of what her friends had done to the back of her mind, sure it was just a mistake and she was soon back to smiling like she always did. It was during this time she learnt how big the universe was and it took her breath away. She found herself wanting to see more and more of it and spent many happy hours looking through starcharts, plotting courses, identifying oddities and slowly becoming a competent navigator.
Like all good things though, Romilys enjoyment soon came to an end. For her it came soon after a disastrous attack on one of the last raider bases on the map. Although the gladiatrix came out with more equipment than they could ever sell, they also came away with bodies of half their number. To mitigate this they started recruiting others. Romily was already upset with the death of her friends and she wrote off the bad feelings she had whenever she looked at them simply as herself being upset. In addition she noticed a change over her friends. They were much quieter and they didn't smile or talk to her as they used to. Again, she wrote it off to being upset at the loss. Her misgivings however were accurate as their next assault wasn't on a raider base but was on a small luxury yacht. Romily was distraught as she walked through the halls seeing these new members looting and seeming inflicting far more violence than she had ever seen before, most with seemingly no purpose. That was when she rounded a corner and saw a member of one of her new crewmates sliding a long, wicked knife into a young man as he begged for mercy. Shouting at her to stop at the top of her voice the voice the woman turned, smiled evilly and ripped the knife from the boy she had been killing, throwing it at Romilys face. It flew straight and true but Romily merely sidestepped it and leapt at the woman.
There was no fight, as she was no match for Romily. Within seconds she found herself being slammed again and again into the bulkhead where a visibly upset Romily repeatedly asked why she was doing this. It was here that the rest of her new crew-members found her. Romily, distracted and tearful didn't notice their arrival and the next thing she knew the world went black.
"Kill the bitch!" The woman growled, still holding a bandage over the back head where Romily had slammed it into a wall. She hurt all over and now one of her employers was saying that we shouldn't kill her? She fucking wanted revenge!
"If you lay a finger on her V, I’ll fucking do to you what you were doing to him!"
The gladiatrix was one of the very few that hadn't ever really liked Romily, feeling that she was far to protected and that it was entirely unfair she got such preferential treatment. She had been raped, battered and beaten in the arena and somehow the slip of a girl never had. However, even past the bitterness she couldn't deny that she had been instrumental in keeping them alive during their rights and had even saved her life on one occasion. As much as she hated to admit it she felt that she owed her a favor.
"She's one of us and she deserves your respect you miserable sack of shit" She continued, her anger evident although it was hard to say who she was more angry at.
The woman simply known as V made a disgusted sound before wincing as a sharp pain lanced through her shoulder. The little bitch had really done a number on her and she felt lucky the others had turned up before she had taken more of a battering. Not that she was going to admit THAT to them!
"She's a fucking girl and you can't keep your eyes on her all the time. She'll be the death of all of us if you keep her alive!"
The worst part was that V had a point. They had shifted targets to softer, richer targets after that last raider base, the casualties shaking them to their core and rightly fearing more direct reprisals to the damage that they had done. But, that logic she knew wouldn’t assuage the peace-loving Gladiatrix, and as they continued against soft targets she knew that Romily would become more and more difficult to handle.
As the exchange went on the others shifted uneasily. They had come aboard at the Gladatrix' request and they were all cold, unfeeling bitches, made hard by life and each of them had their own tales of grief, but even they were a little uneasy about this. While they had no compunctions about killing her they all believed that killing a fellow crewmember was something that was frowned on. You needed to trust your crew members after all... But she HAD attacked a crew member herself...
The gladiatrix came to a conclusion. "Fine. I'll deal with it. Now get your scrawny ass's back to work! We're on a schedule here!"
As the others reluctantly turned to leave V spat on the unconscious Romily as they left "You had better. If I see her again I’ll kill her."
Once they had gone the gladiatrix looked down at the unconscious redhead "I'm sorry about this Romily" She said quietly "But this is where you get off. This is repayment of my debt to you. I would say good luck but its more good riddance. Its a shame you will never fit in here but this is what you deserve for all that special treatment. Lucky charm? My bastard dads dicks."
She knew that the cruiser was orbiting a wild fringe planet, some sort of rich persons tour. After all, that’s why they targeted it and it would be a fine place to lose the wayward girl, while giving her a chance at survival.
She hoisted the redhead to her shoulder, her own enhanced muscles protesting slightly under the weight of the youth and made her way towards the nearest escape pod.
The next thing she knew was waking inside one of the yachts escape pods with a splitting headache. For completely unknown reasons she hadn't been killed while she was unconscious. She hit the release from the escape pod and inhaled a lungful of strange, tropical air.
Romily didn't have a clue what to do. Her life so far had always had guidance and for the first time she had no-one telling her what to do of giving her guidance. Still, she hadn't stayed on a poorly equipped raider ship for the last couple of years without learning basic survival! Fortunately for her luxury escape pods are well equipped, complete with enough survival gear to keep her alive for at least a month. Romily however wasn't thick and she soon started exploring, trying to supplement her own supplies.
It was on one of these excursions that she found that not all the wildlife could be fought off easily. On one day she left her shelter and she found herself walking an unfamiliar circuit, moving quietly through the undergrowth and suddenly she felt a veined orange tendril stroke around her wrist. Rather than break it she paused, watching it carefully as it gently wrapped around. Suddenly she yelped as she felt hundreds of tiny pinpricks driving into her arm drawing blood. Quickly she tore it of, but it had already pumped its drugs into her. The drugs were an insanely strong aphrodisiac, designed to demolish any mental defenses that its prey might have so that the psychic monstrosity could leech off the emotions of its highly sensitized prey.
Romily didn't know what to do with herself. Her blood felt like it was on fire and her breath was coming in small rapid pants. Every inch of her flesh felt like it was being stroked, the jumpsuit she had been wearing already in tatters from the creatures sharp vines, a few bits clinging to her doing nothing to hide her modesty.
The creature was well into the process of turning her into a bag of unthinking pleasure, ready for it to feed but Romily knew none of this. All she knew is that she felt GOOD. Better than good.. she never wanted this to stop.
She had of course heard and on a couple of occasions seen other copulating, their sweaty bodies moving together as they moaned but she had never dreamed it would be this good!
She craved more and the creature obliged her by thrust its first, long tendril directly into her willing and waiting sex, ripping through her virginity before stopping deep inside of her. Romily dropped to her knees at the sudden pain but it was short lived as the monster moved that tendril inside of her, bringing another one around to caress and squeeze her sweating bosum. The movement and the additional sensation banished the pain as quickly as it had begun and her first orgasm swept over her, forcing her onto all fours as she cried into the soil, her cunt spasming over the invading tendril and her juices began flowing down her legs.
"Mooooore!" she wailed, thrusting her hips back to the invading tentacle, trying to drive more into herself.
In response, the creature obliged by starting to fuck her in earnest, its main tendril pumping into her at a rapid pace filling the glade full of the wet sounds of sex and the blissful sounds of Romily, lost from herself in the passions of her own body.
This was the loss of her virginity, not to evil humans, not to the baying crowds of the arena or even to alien raiders - but to an indigenous life form that gave pleasure to feed. Romily loved it. So this is what she had heard and occasionally seen others doing! No wonder they sought it so! Pumped full of potent aphrodisiacs she experienced the joy of sex and craved more, her body alight with passion as she gave herself completely to the life form and the pleasure of her own sex. This may have been the end of her but like any creature it simply got full, wrapping it with its tendrils and attempting to hoist the girls orgasming body high so it could enjoy her later. It didn't however realise that she is a lot heavier than she appears and simply could not lift and support her to its normal habitation, high in the trees’s. As it failed it gave up, unwrapping itself from the young woman who lay, twitching happily in the foliage.
Hours later Romily awoke, her used body sore, highly sensitive but glowing with the residual aphrodisiacs and the joy of repeated orgasms. Her mind was similarly intact, the monster being used to smaller creatures that came across - ones with far less of the psychic potential that humans carried and thus her mind was entirely undamaged. The monster, as if in return for a wonderful meal had actively watched over her, keeping such wonderful prey alive hoping that she would return of her own accord.
The monsters instincts were correct. Romily came back to the same spot the next day, looking for that level of pleasure again. The monster did not disappoint and again she woke up a couple of hours later mostly naked, fucked and happily.
This went on for a couple of months. The monster was not there every day as it was simply not able to feed to that level each and every day, despite Romily turning up. It may have continued longer but when Romily awoke on a clear sunny morning she saw something she hadn't seen before. There in the sky were contrails of a spacecraft that were coming down to land - nearby!
Romily whooped - while she enjoyed it here it would be good to get back to other people! She packed up what remained of her supplies (now frighteningly low - she had been surviving on indigenous foods almost exclusively the last few weeks) and set off towards where she saw the craft coming down.
The crew of the ship were slavers looking for a new base and they quite simply couldn't believe their eyes when a slip of a girl stepped out of the clearing. Romily was a sight to behold. Her clothing was torn, tattered and incredibly dirty, her face was similarly smeared, but she wore a huge smile and walked straight out towards them seemingly unarmed. They were instantly on guard, pointing weapons and demanding to know what she was doing here. They didn't believe her to begin with and they searched the area trying to find anyone else. It was simply too good to be true that a girl.. a very attractive girl had walked up to THEM asking for passage!
Of course, they found no-one else and they blasted off together, Romily quite happily riding along with them. The slavers that found her were surprising scrupulous for people in their line of work and they didn't believe in mishandling goods that they could make money off. However, this didn't stop a very nervous, rather horny Romily from one night on their trip leaving her quarters and paying a visit to the captain in his. The sex wasn't what she had expected and it felt a little disappointing given the complete lack of drugs but never the less Romily loved every minute and went back to her quarters a few hours later a very happy young woman.
The slavers remained true to their word, dropping her off at a small enclave of black market traders where they got a good price for her before leaving again. For the second time in her life she found herself on the slave markets with clamoring voices shouting out figures for her. This time however, rather than being scared she found it rather flattering that people were fighting over her. The bidding was fairly standard, her value this time being not even a small fraction of the amount she was purchased for when young and she was brought by a small being who, like many of the black market dealers here had ties into the arena Thus, Romily found her way back to the arena although this time with no protection from the truly rigged matches, this time in one of the main arenas rather than the small, out of the way ones she had been in before.
Her first match back into the arena was, of course, rigged. Before she left to the sands she was given two bracelets to wear, ostensibly as part of the "uniform". In fact they contained sophisticated internal dampeners, slowing her down as well as having the ability to pump drugs into her system, so the arena's host can alter the combat at his will.
Of course, the fact that she had been out of practice, and with the tables stacked so heavily against her she lost. Stripped, pumped so full of aphrodisiacs and other drugs that she could barely see straight she was taken by the reptilian that she was fighting, roughly, in the middle of the arena to the baying crowds. The sex and the roughness of it puzzled her but the confusion didn't last. With chemicals designed to make her body sing roaring through her blood, a wonderful cock pushing inside of her she gave into the crowd, her body used for the reptilians pleasure even as she moaned in her own pleasure.
Afterwards, back in her cell she puzzled a little over it. She certainly wasn't expecting that but she had heard from her friends (who she hoped were doing fine!) that this thing was normal. They had always spoken like it was something that they hated but Romily couldn't see what was so bad... She actually rather enjoyed it! She reasoned that it was a reward for winning.. After all she had received rewards for winning some of her fights before!
Her next fight, once her body had healed from the damage suffered in her last fight was similar to the first. Instead of a creature however, she was against a trio of bronze-skinned humanoids, each standing a clear two feet above her, their bodies gleaming in the harsh light of the enclosed arena as they flexed their muscles and looked from her to each other, silver toothy smiles evident.
This fight however ran a little more different than the first. Rather than pumping her so full of drugs like they had that first time they let there be more of a fight. It was a mistake, at least for the three warriors.
Romily had spent the weeks between her last fight and this bringing her body back into fighting shape and she stepped towards them full of confidence and a broad smile. The first one fell almost immediately, Romilys fist exploding into his stomach crunching through his abdominals causing all the air he had in his lungs to expel, along with all the undigested food from his stomach which she neatly sidestepped, moving towards the next. Quickly the matches organizers pushed drugs into her system but it was too late.
Romily grimaced as she danced, her normal smile taken from her as she concentrated. It was hard enough fighting three people but in addition she knew that the vambraces had done something else. Her heart was pounding in her ears, she felt slow and sluggish and to cap it off, she desperately wanted sex. Her mind yearned for it, for the feel of something thick moving between her legs, for hands on her flesh and she could feel her nipples drinking in the air as she moved and even the wet trail of her own juices as they escaped her sex.
The fist passed by Romilys head close enough that she could feel the ripple of disturbed air on her cheek. Even that felt wonderful but without stopping her dance she stepped in, fist lancing towards this huge bronzed gods stomach.
She wasn't quite quick enough though. He twisted away, the knife edge of his hand cracking against her wrist forcing it lower and, as she rolled away to avoid his elbow that she could feel heading towards the back of her head she heard a ripping sound as her hand caught on his loincloth, tearing it off. As she completed her roll she came up, toes splayed perfectly but her knees almost buckled at the wonderful bronzed monster of a cock that she knew that she wanted inside her.
She leapt, aiming to finish this fight sooner rather than later so she could satisfy her other desires.
The fight ended with Romily being victorious to the jeers of the crowd. Her light clothing was torn but she was entirely undamaged. She was also very VERY horny, her body reacting to the drugs still being pumped through her vambraces. She had needs and knew of only one way to satisfy them. Turning to the closest of the fallen warriors she mounted him, thrusting that long pole into her, crying out as she started to ride him.
The crowd loved it and roared their approval as the fighters come fountained into the young gladiatrix as she rode him. It was unexpected and while a tiny handful of the better versed crowd had heard of the young gladiatrix in front of them, none of them had ever thought to see this and they yelled and cheered along with everyone else.
Her head arched back in ecstasy as she slid down onto the fighters cock, her hungry pussy parting and swallowing in a single long thrust. Leaning forward she placed her hands on the fighters bronze chest and started thrusting her hips, riding him, feeling every little lump and ridge on his cock as she fucked it.
Her first orgasm hit her like a train, knocking the wind out of her as her body screamed in joy. Again, her back arched, her long hair flicking back giving the crowd a perfect view of her glistening pale body, the bronze cock entering her and even the look of desire, shock and shame of the defeated gladiator.
As her first orgasm faded Romily became aware of the crowd for the first time. They were cheering! For her! Her old smile split her face as the roar of the crowd mingled with the roar of her own blood and she again started her assault, pushing her soaked pussy hard against the invading cock, pushing herself down, fucking the male under her as she pressed him into the ground, each thrust causing her to gasp with pleasure.
Romilys owner was astounded and it didn't know what to do with the mixture of praise that he got for a fine show and the hated he got from the arena owner who didn't take the change of schedule very well and believed that it was a fit up designed to embarrass him, and also from the owner (an energy being named Vire) of the 3 fighters Romily had humilitiated.
As a result a fight was set up for Romily, a pure revenge match. Romily vs the best that could be presented against her from his stable. The fight promised to be an incredibly violent affair that it seemed unlikely Romily would walk away from. Before it could occur though T'shiiir learnt of Romily re-emergence. A piece of his property that he had thought lost when his transport was destroyed and he felt like he had a claim to her. Especially given her sudden popularity!
He made his move before the grudge match, moving quietly and using his impressive leverage (and not a small amount of blackmail) to acquire Romily again. With her under his protection the grudge match was forced to be cancelled which only upset Vire even more as rather abruptly he had no way to regain is reputation, which was now in free-fall, leaving him open to all sorts of dangers from his rivals.
Romily was actually completely unaware of this, simply moving from one cell to another - a little puzzled as to why but when she found the new cell she was given (still a small room but one that came complete with minor luxuries including a full length mirror, comfy bed (those cell beds were HARD!), full training equipment) she approved wholeheartedly.
Over the next year she fought in an increasing number of battles, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. She had an adoring public (she /loved/ the way the screamed and called her name when she arrived in front of the crowd!), she had plenty of food and luxury and she was on first name terms with most of her fellow gladiatrix (Romily did wonder why they didn't seem to train with gladiators here!) and even a good portion of the guards. The gladiatrix were exceptionally puzzled as to why Romily was always happy, even going so far as to question her once directly, explaining what they were and that they were for the crowds amusement. But, Romily simply replied with a bright smile asking "but isn’t that the entire point?"
She wasn't to stay any longer than a year however. Vire, his prestige trickling away and being firmly rebuffed by T'shiiir at all his advances made a final, desperate move. Breaking an enormous amount of unwritten rules Vire brought his might to bear directly against T'shiiir, trying to kill him directly so that he could start to recoup his reputation. The assault led to an enormous amount of death including that of both T'shiiir and Vire.
It also shattered much of T'shiiirs security resulting in all his gladiatrix escaping, Romily included. Although she was entirely happy she went along with her new friends because they asked and she saw no reason to say no!
So, once again she found herself on a spaceship heading into the stars.
Since then, she found herself moving from planet to planet seemingly at random. She never seems to stay in one place for more than a few months before events lead her to leave, thus leaving her well travelled. She has made friends and enemies, and due to her reputation she has the dubious honor of being welcome into most arenas even "unowned". This does cause some interesting matches as arena-owners make use of the novelty of her.