The Jarri toyed with Iria's vulnerable mind. Even if she was not a broken slave, the amazon was helpless before the mental assaults. She did her best to remain standing tall at her mistress's side as sensations tingled through her body. Fingers stroked and squeezed her breasts. Thankfully they were not real or else she may begin squirting milk inside her suit. But her mind thought it was real and that was more than enough to leave the amazon gasping and swaying on weakening knees. The slave found it harder to focus as the mental touches distracted while other stimulants caused her to briefly daydream of being fucked. She thought of the guards plowing their thick cocks into her ass and pussy. The thought caused a moan to escape her as she was no doubt dripping wet inside her suit at this point.

The elevator was pure erotic agony. She shifted uncomfortably as fingers and tongues touched her most tender of places. Her cheeks flushed as hot blood filled her already compressed breasts. Iria moaned, unable to hide her arousal. She was to fight like this? Even in this state, her opponent may have the advantage. She remembered that she was to defeat him but he was to not only defeat her but rape her. Who was her opponent she wondered.

The guard couldn't hide his smile at Iria's moan, and he asked Ai'rani something in the Midrozi tongue, the words musical, but so alien, to the human slave sharing the elevator with the two Jarri. Ai'rani tilted her head slightly, before responding in the same language. The male guard chuckled, and stepped behind Iria, hands snaking around and rubbing her stomach, combining physical stimulation with the psychic assault on her mind. The human would feel his warmth behind her, feet his hard shaft nestling between the cheeks of her ass as he stroked and teased her body, avoiding her breasts and crotch simply because he didn't want to stain her outfit.

The guard continued until the elevator slowed down, at which point he finally stepped back again. He put toying with the human slave out of his mind. This was the lower spire, and every now and again a slave got so desperate and broken that they tried to attack a Midrozi. And Jarri got hurt very easily. As the doors slid open he watched the crowd of slaves, all non Jarri and almost all non-humanoids. Ai'rani led the way without a moments hesitation, expecting Iria and the guard to follow, which they did. She started to lead the party towards a large arena structure, much like the collosium in rome back on earth.

With the mental touches stimulating her swelling breasts and her now dripping wet slit, the amazon woman was too distracted to even notice the alien conversation. She soon felt arms wrap around her body. Hands rubbed her smooth stomach through her suit. "Uhhnn.." she moaned, the physical contact was all it took to make Iria's knees fold. Iria found herself resting fully against the guard as he rubbed her already sensitive and heated body. All the while, she felt the hot shaft pulsing up against her ass.

Iria's eyes were in a daze when they finally reached the lower levels. She steadied herself and walked with a sway. Her body was on fire from the constant teasing of the Midrozi. Alien slaves were watching them as they made their way towards the arena where the amazon was to fight. The walk helped deal with some of the heat in her body. But her breasts could not stop throbbing and aching. So aroused and swollen, the compression felt even tighter. Iria did not complain though, she would fight in this for her mistress as that was what Ai'rani wished.

Ai'rani relented in her psychic assault as she walked, giving Iria some time to try and compose herself and regain control of the burning desire and lust that she had been working to awaken in the helpless human female. At first the threesome attracted little attention, but as they grew closer to the arena that started to change. Dozens, and then hundreds, of slaves all watched Iria, taking in her lucious body, trying to undress her with their eyes. If it wasn't for the vicious reputation of the Midrozi Spire lords, and the warriors who guarded them, there probably would of been a stampede and riot over Iria. Ai'rani expanded her mind, skimming the surface thoughts of the slaves, and sending them into Iria's mind, making the agent see their darkest fantasies, and feel their lust for her body, wanting to see it broken and used.

It was a fifteen minute walk to reach the gate into the arena, the Midrozi hunters guarding it moving aside without a word, opening the barrier shield that kept the masses at bay until it was time to let them in to take their seats. The warrior escorting Ai'rani peeled off, moving to check the box that Ai'rani would view the arena fight from as the Spire Lord led Iria into the tunnels beneath the arena and into the gladiator 'armoury'. There were a wide variety of weapons available, although all of them were melee and archaic in design. Amongst the midst was Iria's hammer, the weapon that Ai'rani expected the ex-agent to choose. "Pick your weapon." Ai'rani ordered, and while Iria was doing so she continued to speak. "Now you understand what the crowd wants to see, don't you?"

She gasped as images filled her mind as being pressed up against the arena wall, a nice thick cock drilling into her climaxing folds as she cried out in pure bliss. For fifteen minutes, she walked in a daze as she endured vision after vision. The crowd wanted to see her be broken. They wanted to see her lose the fight. Despite being ordered to put on a show, her amazon pride wanted to fight and win this fight. It clawed at her insides, eager to meet this opponent that wanted to crush and rape her and show her just how superior she was above a common thug.

"Yes Mistress..." she replied, immediately noticing the large war hammer. Iria moved towards the weapon and picked it up. She was amazed on how heavy it was. It probably surprised the guards that she was able to lift such a weapon with ease when their frail bodies could not move it physically without mental assistance. "I am ready to fight for you, Mistress." She said, her body still tingling after all the visions. Her breasts ached, begging to be released or to have that built up pressure released. But she forced it all away to focus purely on the fight to come.

Ai'rani smiled slightly at the faint emotions of surprise that flickered out from the pair of hunters in the room. Neither had any idea just who Iria was, or at least who she had been. They hid their surprise well, both physically and mentally, but it was impossible to hide anything from a Spire Lord. "I'm glad. Put on a show for the crowd, stretch it out and make your opponent work for it. If you feel that he hasn't worked hard enough, than beat him into the ground for me."

Iria's opponent was just another male slave, and as a result Ai'rani didn't care in the slightest what happened to him. "But don't make this fight quick. If you do I will be ... disappointed." At that word visions of punishments flashed through Iria's mind, the agony of being milked and reduced to a fuck cow, as well as just how much pain Ai'rani's skillful fingers could cause if they chose to.

And with that Ai'rani turned and walked away. "Remain here until the guards lead you out to the arena." She ordered over her shoulder before leaving Iria alone with the pair of hunters, the two female Midrozi throwing glances her way, but mostly ignoring her as they waited for the signal to bring Iria out.

***

The wait wasn't that long. Within five minutes the guards suddenly perked up as Iria would hear a faint whistle, almost out of audible range for a human. Or most species actually. Jarri could hear it clearly, even through the din of a crowd, and it made a useful signal. "Time to go slave." One of the hunters ordered, the pair of female aliens leading you out and through the tunnels towards a old tech metal portcullis. Beyond it Iria could see an arena of sand, a giant circle free of obstructions and interferences. It was a ground for a fair fight, with no room for terrain useage, ambush, or anything of the sort. A simple straight up fight, the sort of thing that would appeal to the ex-agent amazon.

On the other side of the arena was another portcullis, and beyond that stood Iria's opponent. The alien had eight thick short legs that resembled stumps of muscle. It had four arms, each one nearly 2 feet in length, and was covered with scales that shimmered in the light, making it hard to look at for an extended period of time. The head was reptilian, and unlike most slaves it seemed to have no sign of a collar or any restraints, instead standing patiently, waiting for the gate to rise as the announcer worked the crowd of slaves in Galatic common in preperation for the fight.

"Yes Mistress," was her only response as she shivered at the memories of her punishment. She had no memory of being an agent then. She only knew that back then she had done something wrong and was therefore punished. The amazon waited there with the two Midrozi watching over her not that it was necessary. Iria found herself quivering with anticipation. Her warrior spirit wanted to fight despite being tamed by her masters.

The hunters called her over when the time came and she was led down the tunnel. Iria gripped her weapon tightly as she followed and found the portcullis on the other side of the path. Through the gate she saw what was to be her battlefield along with her opponent. The large alien seemed reptilian with several arms and legs. Perhaps the creature was fast and used its many arms to grapple his opponent. Taking out some of those legs was her best bet.

When the gates finally open, Iria would step into the ring. She would not strike first, keeping a wary eye on her opponent to see what he does first.

The crowd chanted and roared, a series of crystals set amongst the seats funnelling their emotions, and letting it flow downwards into the arena. Even through the grate Iria would feel it, a deep roar of the crowd, wanting to see a good fight ... and a hard fuck. Iria would feel that sensation grow and grow as the announcer worked the crowd, a few Midrozi scattered around using their powers to incite more emotion from the crowd.

When the gate did finally open the crowd cheered as the alien you were fighting stepped slowly out into the arena, walking towards you with a deliberately slow pace. Each step was fairly heavy, implying a fairly high body weight. As it walked forward it's tail swayed into view, it's path not quite straight, but a slight zig zag back and forth. It hissed, the sound loud, and clearly underlined with lust as it's reptilian eyes took in Iria's form, the busty Amazon sparking more and more desire in it as it suddenly exploded into a charge, massively long arms reaching wide to try and grapple the agent and lift her up into the air.

It was impossible to not feel the energy in the ring. Even with majority of the cheering voices were against her, Iria was feeling pumped and ready for battle. The alien monster moved slowly with each step making a large thud against the arena floor. The strange eight legged reptillian creature looked to be all muscle with a long tail swaying behind him. The rumbling of legs as it charged took all of Iria's attention. The amazon forgot about her aches and the roaring crowd and was entirely focused on the opponent infront of her.

The human woman did not back away as the monster quickly closed the distance between them. Her grip tightened on her hammer as she prepared for battle. The alien attacked first with his huge sweeping arms. Iria pushed off her powerful legs, moving around the beast as she ducked under one of the arms attempting to grab her. Twisting her body, she turned as she rotated around the creature, sending her hammer swinging right for the monster's shoulder blade. With such a large and heavy hammer, she was certain this large beast would feel her blows.

The crowd let out a sound that was part cheer, part roar, as Iria dodged the sweeping arm of her opponent, the alien's momentum taking it further forward before the hammer came down hard onto it's shoulder. It roared in pain at the blow, staggering away from Iria. The scales and thick dense muscles of the alien had protected it from serious harm ... but the blow still hurt. It twisted, legs stomping as it's tail swept towards Iria, lashing out with that thick length of heavy muscle before it turned and rushed her again, moving slightly slower to give it more time to react if it's opponent dodged the charge.

The amazon's attack struck true, landing a solid blow on the monster's hulking form. Despite the difference in size, Iria showed her power as the beast staggered back a few steps. The swipe of his long tail made the woman leap backwards, once more putting distance between the two fighters. The world around the slave was a sea of commotion as aliens cheered and roared at the fighters. But there was no time to take it all in as the large monster was once more rushing towards her. Iria did not try to dodge this time though. Instead, she charged forward, meeting the creature head on. Hammer trailing behind her, she let out a loud cry as the heavy weapon swung forward fully intending to send it smashing right into the monster's chest.

The alien let out a roar of it's own in response to Iria's cry, charging straight into the hammer blow and turning it into a competition of pure brute force. The Amazon's strength was impressive ... but even with the added momentum and weight of the hammer she couldn't check the sheer bulk of the alien during a charge, and although it grunted at the force behind the blow, that didn't stop it from slamming it's body into Iria's, his hands snaking out to try and grab the hammer from her to throw it away and deprive her of that rather painful weapon.

The two collide with Iria's hammer striking a solid blow against the monster's chest. But the creature kept moving forward, slamming right into the amazon and sending her tumbling backwards. The former agent grunts in pain as she landed on her back and rolled backwards to quickly get back onto her feet. Thankfully, the blow knocked the slave back far enough to easily distance herself from the reaching hands attempting to disarm her. She took deep breaths, feeling her breasts pulse with dull aches as the heavy jugs remained compressed and full of milk within her tight fitting suit. With a head on attack out of the question, Iria once more moved forward and attempts to circle around the large monster. If the body was not worth attacking, she would focus on smaller targets instead. The agent would keep her distance, dashing in to swing her hammer at one of the alien's legs to try and limit its mobility.

The alien hissed, one hand rubbing it's chest where Iria's hammer had struck it. It was tough, but even it had a slight bruise from the blow, a testament to just how strong Iria was. He wasn't that bright of a being, but he did work out that unless he did something different, Iria would just flit around him, hammering him over and over and using his bulk to her advantage. The question was just how to turn the tables and let him use his weight properly.

So instead of advancing again he started to back off in response to Iria's approach, something that drew a few jeers from the crowd, and a smile from Iria's alien mistress Ai'rani. They watched on as it took a few steps back, and than darted forward, moving in a sudden fast 'hop' as it tried to suddenly close the distance so the agent couldn't use her hammer to it's fullest extent.

The monster retreated as the slave tried to go on the offensive. Even a large beast can feel pain and knew that the rather strong human woman could pose a threat if left unchecked for too long. Iria thought nothing of the creature backing off. The act prevented her from circling and instead had to focus on backing the thing up against the walls of the arena. Things did not get that far though as the monster suddenly leapt forward. The amazon was not going to back down though, once more willingly clashing with her opponent. Gritting her teeth and tightening her grip, the former agent once more gave the monster another swing of her hammer. She kept her hold of her weapon spaced out, shortening the range of her swing in order to compensate for her charging opponent. Her boots skid on the floor as she pivoted into the attack, giving it her all to try and stop the massive brute.