"Uhhhhnnn..." She rode out her climax until he began to climb higher up her body. Both her nipples ached with each rapid throb of her pulse. The fingers showed no mercy, tweaking the swollen peaks as they swelled and hardened like diamonds. The engorged nubs were like tiny fingers now, easy to wrap around and tug and stroke. Tingling waves of heat continously radiated from her swollen globe, drowning the amazon in pleasure.

Teeth grazed Iria's neck. She tilted her head willingly. His soft whispers sent shivers down her spine. "Ohhhnnn..." Her eyes fluttered at the mention of a rematch. Already, her mind played back the battle and how he defeated her. She was beaten, helpless, completely at his mercy. "Yes, Master," she groaned though it was not her choice in the matter.

"Uhhhhhh!" The cock pierced into her body once more, pounding away at her very soul. Images of her defeat and domination filled her every thought as he kept fucking the writhing amazon. Before, she threatened to make him climax first but this time the fight was over before it began. Iria came almost immediately as her insides contracted wildly around the invading shaft. "Oh Master! I'm yours!" she cried out to much of the delight of the fans.

[b]What a slut! Look at them go![/]

His fingers left her breast so he could draw more milk from that large globe, suckling against it as he brough his hips down eagerly. His hips burned as he filled her, that damage she had done to him earlier had taking a toll on him and while he was able to power through matters with sheer adreniline coursing through him though now as he plunged into that tight warmth beneath him.

He filled her with a groan, still too sensitive from earlier now he had the fire in his ribs to contend with but that wasn't stopping him as he was spurned on by the moment. He had to work hard for this and the roar of the crowd made him fight against the pain coursing through his ribs.

With her body releasing around him she had encouraged his thick member to do the same as he filled her, throbbing inside the core of her body as he exploded inside her. Despite being bombarded with this sensitivity, despite the pain from his ribs he continued to bring his hips down against her own with deep powerful thrusts eagerly slapping against hers as if showing her what they could have been doing all along minus most of the pain that they both experienced.

He groaned, his eyes closing as he swept down inside her, grinding up against her hips with the fullness of each thrust into her core until the sensitivity was too great as it mingled with the pain. He groaned again then rolled off her onto his back beside her.

He was too spent too continue, to hurt for the time being though he glanced at her disheaveled form. Caked in dust, blood, milk and sweat. Her clothes torn off her body and various cuts and burns on her form. No doubt there were various bruises on her back too though she looked marvelous at the moment. He had done that. He hated to think what he looked like at that moment as he reached over to her and grabbed a tit. Squeezing it roughly in a hand he smile. Yes, he looked forward to that rematch as much as he would look forward to this again.

Iria came again as the hot spunk filled her sex and womb. "Ooohh..." she cooed with pleasure, completely breathless from the experience. The human woman was too weak and exhausted to keep going though. The wounds and fatigue were ebbing away what little stamina she had left. Slowly, her eyes closed with only the roar of the crowd and her Master's hand being the last things her mind registered before blacking out.

The next fight was already being prepared for the arena so it was time to clear out. Medical staff arrived to careful carry Gersham's prize to the med bay while others escorted the victor. The amazon was unconcious for the entire trip as the two were separated for the time being. Of course the time it took to treat them both would not be counted towards the time the demon would have his prize. The alien monster was left in the backroom after being treated and would have an opportunity to use the showers in the next room to get ready.

What little that was left of Iria's attire was removed so they could better treat the woman. Not one hand was placed where it did not need to be. This woman belonged to the victor and none of the staff wished to suffer punishment for disobeying. Her wounds were tended to, taking a bit of time to knit the muscles and flesh back together. The amazon's body was washed and then oiled, returning the goddess to a glistening sheen. Only when they were finished and Iria regained conciousness did they order the woman to go tend to the victor.

The gladiatrix walked the halls with her head lowered submissively. Her nude form glistened, giving everyone a long look at the woman's luscious curves and heaving breasts. She stopped at the room her Master was waiting in and entered. "My apologies for making you wait, Master," Iria said softly, her eyes still lowered. She looked good as new though still feeling some aches and pains in various places. The amazon approached the demon and fell to her knees. She bowed her head respectfully. "Master, I am yours. What is your will?" The back room had numerous tools to satisfy the varied needs of the victor. Or one could simply use the nearby bed and fuck their prize into a coma.

It had been amazing some of the medical techniques that they had her though he supposed that given the numerous fights it would not do if a particular gladiatrix was out of rotation for long. He was flexing his left hand. It had been broken but now the bone mended. It still ached of course but given that it was only a feint brake it was easy to fix.

His ribs had been another matter though agents, solvents and even nanites had been used to promote his healing he was not quite there yet as a simple bandage had been wrapped about his ribs. It would not take long to recover from and his ribs felt much better than the blazing agony that they had been in previously. He had showered then wrapped them up afterwards.

Iria entered into the chamber. He had not expected her to be subservient still though he did not mind that of course as a half smile touched his lips. He looked upon the goddess restored as she was though he was uncertain if he liked her better like this or before in the arena. Still, she did not disappoint, and for a scond he had wondered if it was duty that sent her here or if she was still under the effects that came over her earlier so he took a second to focus on her with that third eye of his to gauge the truth of the matter.

He was not expecting any sort of trick, no, she had seemed to enjoy herself in the arena and tricks didn't seem to match up with what he had learned about her today. She seemed straight forward enough where tricks were beneath her.

Why was he being reminded of Esper again? There was something familiar her though not quiet the same. His mind struggling to remember though it was impossible for him to wrap himself about the details.

So obedient. Stay there.

He took a moment to look over the tools here, the selection was impressive of course and rivaled his collection. Where was his collection now? What had become of it?

He took up a pair of manacles and fastened her hands behind her back. He contemplated, this was not Esper so he would begin slowly. He reminded himself that he could not go over board either so he took up a vibrator and the other metallic device he found.

Spread your knees further apart. He was behind her now and enjoyed the fact that he had some toys to play with seeing how he would have lacked them out on the arena floor.

He smacked her ass playfully as she complied swiitching the metal rod to his other hand so that slap was empty handed. He rubbed against her rump, sending a flood of aphrodisiac through her before retracting his touch from her.

He leaned down to her whispering in her ear. The more you want to be fucked the more I will resist you. When you learn to curve your wanton desires even if it pains you then and only then will I reward you if I desire it.

He began simply as he slid the vibrator against her clit. It was off right now but soon sprang to life with a dull hum.

"Yes, Master," she replied, remaining where she sat. The demon explored his options in the form of tools available to him. The jingling of chains came up behind her and soon she found her wrists bound in some metal manacles. The amazon tugged at her bonds, testing the chains but made no attempt to rip free. The material was strong enough to ensure even Iria would not be able to break free. It would be troublesome having to replace these tools everytime an unnaturally strong woman was taken into the back room.

Iria's legs part further, sinking further onto the floor as her Master loomed behind her. "Ohh!" she jumped slightly as the clawed hand smacked her tight ass. It stung a bit but that pain was quickly replaced with soothing heat as the demon began rubbing the spot he hit. The amazon's breathing grew longer, deeper as the aphrodisics were once more filling her system. The heat came in tingling waves that began where the hand touched and slowly towards her sex causing it to moisten immediately before spreading upwards.

Her cheeks flushed as she was ordered to resist her own desires. She could only nod her head in obedience as the vibrator was brought down upon her exposed pearl. It was only a light touch, grazing the revealed nub. But, there were still wonderful shivers of pleasure rolling up and down her body and this was only the beginning. The device turned on, sending a humming vibration through the bundle of nerves. "Nngh!" Iria bit down on her lip to stifle a cry of shock but otherwise made no effort to move. For now, she was remaining very disciplined as ordered.

Good ... he commented as they began. She was obident and well trained for sure, though he was certain that she had been engineered to submit, to give pleasure though he was unsure if denying hers for protracted periods of time had been on the agenda.

She was lucky today, the fight had made him horny and while on a typical day he could have been so bliase about sex. But this was his privelage for his struggles today and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. Now he was confident for sure, confident that he could beat her in his kind of fight but a part of him was uncertain how things would play out if he stood toe to toe with her. He guessed he'd find out later, his busted ribs would have groaned if they had vocal chords but he had been intrigued of course, and due to his over confidence he was assuming that the results would have been the same though the though gave him pause for a moment.

That vibrator now on rubbed against her clit, sliding slowly against it as a metal rod at a 45 degree angel swept over her back nice and slow. It moved against her slowly, keeping to her spine and between her shoulder blades as the vibrator slid lower rubbing against the slit of her sex as she remained their, restrained before him.

I bet you would like nothing finer to be fucked like the slut you are. You get off by having an audience though, so many eyes upon you but we are alone now, can you perform as admirably or will you be such a disappoint like so many of the students I have had before you?

Would you like to prove you worth? I bet you're thinking that you'd like to teach me a lesson. Speak, slave.

She bit her lip harder as butterflies fluttered inside her stomach. The vibrator remained zeroed in on her now throbbing clitoris. The defeated gladiatrix could almost feel the hardened nub pulsing and twitching against the persistent device. The fight was of no concern now that it was over. Perhaps after servicing the demon, she would curse herself for her failure but that would not change anything. Iria would keep fighting in the arena as expected of her.

A metal rod continued to trace up and down her back though Iria was uncertain of its purpose. She would keep her back straight, assuming it was to ensure perfect posture. Her wrists strain against her bonds, giving her the cold metal to focus on as her clitoris pulsed electric pleasure up and down her spine. Juices were already dripping from her exposed slit, soaking the vibrator as it journeyed lower to slowly tease her entrance.

She assumed the question of her performance was her upcoming sexual one rather than the fight out in the arena. But, there was no way Iria in her current state was thinking of teaching her Master anything lest asked to do so. Ordered to speak, words immediately fell from her lips. "Please, Master," she said heatily, "Please let me prove my worth to you. I will anything you ask!" Despite wanting to look up, her eyes remained at her Master's feet. Her hips twitched but it was more than likely a sudden jolt of tension rather than her own will doing so. She bites her lip again even as the heat continued to build up inside her voluptuous form.

And that is when she realized that the meatal rod wasn't metal at all, just the tip as it pressed to her between the shoulder blades sending a brief jolt of electricity though her as he used the cattle prod on her. Of course it had been adjusted down to take into the accound of typical size of a human but he hooked the rod at his belt as he yanked her head back by the hair.

The vibrator still hummed against her slid as he rubbed it back and forth, his mouth settling down over her neck, nibbling against it softly with his teeth without braking the skin.

Wrong answer. Don't be so needy and take what I will give you. Do you like acting like the slut out there? Answer me.

What answer was he looking for? A lie? An honest one? A lone finger traced itself over her spin lazily even as he washed more of his aphrodisiac through her, deliberately keeping her on edge to make this as tough as possible. He grinned though stepped back away from her, inspecting some of the other tools here as he listened to her response. He gave her no clue as how he wanted her to respond then.

It could have been a mere question of curiousity. He was soon stepping back to her, that vibrator returning to her body, sweeping against the slit of her sex before barely piercing her, barely pressing it inside her core.

You want to show me but you know that you'll be shocked again or worse if you submit. I ask you again. Now what is you preference in being taken? We both know how much the crowds get you excited but what else do you like?{

"Auuughhh!" she cried out as electricity ran down her spine. Her body jolted predictably before having her hair grabbed and pulled back. Iria was gasping in pain as the numbing sensation passed. How was it a wrong answer? She answered truthfully. She would obey her Master and do what he wished. What was she doing wrong?

"Uhhnnn..." the numbing pain passed, replaced with the heat from his finger and lips. The heat spread along her neck and spine. Already, her head was bubbling with pleasure. "Mmm... I like being dominated by creatures stronger than me, Master. If being taken by dominance is being a slut, then yes Master." They were difficult questions as her mind was different in this state. It was hard to think back on the battle as such data was irrelevant usually at this point. But losing meant being fucked though she would get sex in her victories as well but from a different source.

Her bonds jingled lightly as she shifted her weight a bit. The demon returned to tease her further all while the aphrodisics continued to wreck havoc on her body. Her breasts were firm with hard erect peaks. She could feel them aching with need though she was uncertain why when he had yet to touch them. "I like being controlled, overpowered, tamed, Master." She bit down on her lip as she thought of all the times she was brutally fucked until she blacked out. There was something enticing about being powerless and unable to fight even if her pride lashed against it.

Then you do not like your Master? He knew she was stronger, or so it seemed. He was hardly one to have overwhelming strength. There was no anger in his voice, a mere comment that he made as he reached around her body, letting his fingers pool around one of her breasts as he gave it a squueze before pulling his hand away from her.

Whatever he had grabbed he had either set down or tucked it into his belt for easy access. The finger was back against her, sending even more of that aphrodisiac though her as it traced over her. He pushed that vibrator deeper inside her, grinding it in small circles against the core of her body.

He knew that he was confusing her, she was trained already as a slave, a slave to serve the whim of her Masters, to give in and yet he was a contradiction. Wanting her to obey but restrain herself. A claw grazed against her skin scratctching it gingerly as he traced over her oiled skin. He barely left a mark on her though as his mouth moved against her neck.

You want this inside you, correct, and as if for emphasis he pushed the vibrator deeper inside her then pulled back a little as he teased her a bit more as that finger draped about her skin. He considered the matter briefly, then he add, you can speak truthfully.

"Master? Ahhhnnn!" the woman exclamed as his hand squeezed a handful of bountiful tit, "You... You defeated me. You are stronger than me." The demon continued to touch the amazon, tracing and feeding more of the devious drug into her body. Iria's eyes fluttered, overwhelmed by the constant waves of tingling heat. "Uhhhhhh!" the dildo pushed all the way in, those humming vibrations running up and down her clinging passage. Her body arched, offering her heaving breasts to those teasing claws.

The toy was certainly pleasurable but there was something else the slave would rather have deep inside her. "Ooohhhnnn..." her body shivered as the dildo pushed deeper only to pull back but still humming inside her, "I... I... Uhhnnn... I want y-you... Ahhhnnn... In... Inside me, M-Master!" She was allowed to speak truthfully. She would rather have the demon's erect cock inside instead of an unfeeling toy. But that was not for her to decide as her Master seemed content to tease and torment his priz.

Gersham had realized that she was already trained, trained to put on a good show in the arena and that some of his training would have been contrary to that. Resisting her bodies own needs until commanded by her Master might be less appealing than what he had intended though he was still in no rush as he enjoyed her.

Yes, he had been the victor today but he was aware of the fact that it wasn't a dominant win, that he had not commanded her fully and even now she seemed to be programmed to serve a victor. Even so, it had been pleasant to her her words.

Don't be so eager. I might not end up fucking you if you are. There are no crowds this time, no one watching and thus we can take our time. You did well in arranging this, by ensuring that we would be afforded this private little moment. Perhaps next time I could arrange for feeds into the arena from here, there are so many tools here to play with.

He withdrew his hand from her breasts. There was a brief paused then he flicked her shoulders with a cat o' nine tails. There had been no snapping motion in his hand, more like a playfull flick before he placed the toy to her spine slowly drawing down it then letting the impliment fall to the floor.

His hands circled her, as he drew the vibrator away from her core hitching it on his belt. He kissed her neck as his fingers sank into the sides of those glands.

It was quiet a surprise to learn of your hidden talents. Shall I milk you now?

He had plenty of time with her, he did not seem as if he was going to rush things as his hands set upon her, rubbing her breasts together as he brought his lips back down to the crux of her neck where it joined with her shoulder as he began to suckle again it, she could feel the swish of his tongue against her skin as he waited for her response.

There was nothing to say to Gersham's musings. If he came back, they would fight again. But, Iria would remember her loss and being fucked out there in the arena with countless eyes watching her. More toys were tested on her or rather teased. Her back straightened once more as the nine tails lightly smacked her shoulder and traced down her spine. Hands cupped her breasts as warm lips once again pleasured her neck.

The demonic drug was becoming too much as every breath felt like she was inhaling fire itself. Her folds were visibly twitching even as the vibrator left her. The amazon found herself leaning back, resting against the demon. Eyes fluttered with every deep suck on her neck. It all felt so very good and it was only going to get better from here.

"Ahhhhnnn!" The firm squeeze upon her tit caused milk to spurt out of her throbbing teat. The gladiatrix was gasping, her hips visibly twitching as if about to cum from the heavy arousal and sudden sensation of being milked. Her head tilted to the side, offering her neck to her Master. "Please..." she whimpered, unable to take anymore, "Please... T-Take my... Mmm... Milk, Master. I need so bad. Please." She knew that begging would only make things worse but she could not help herself. Her mind was hazed over by the aphrodisics. Words fell automatically from her lips. Her eyes were becoming glassy while a thin speckle of drool began to run out of the corner of her mouth. Her body was trembling with tension and need as juices flowed out of her quivering folds as if she were being fucked already.

He could smell her excitement at the mere mention of the question he posed. He knew to get her back here he had to beat her again, and beat her he would if he had to. He had been enticed by this moment, in having her submissive body to play with.

Often he could be cruel once knowing the desires of others, often he made them wait for their own release. He flicked a finger casually against her shoulder, suckled on her neck a little more then stepped back from her.

Then rise. He fell back to the tools for a moment, searched for something then found it at last stuffing it into a pocket before he neared. Finding that she stood he moved in front of her, his claws barely scratching against her beasts as he watched her heaving chest. He moved his hands against her, smiled then leaned down to flick his tongue against one nipple before pulling away from it. He then applied his tongue to the other nipple briefly, suckled it then parted. He gazed at her then.

Like this? He grinned at her leaning down to capture a nipple inhis mouth he sucked harder this time as he squuezed that breast, tasting her milk wash against his tongue with a greater intensity. He was brief in that contact with her before he looked back at her.

Or like that?

The woman panted like a dog in heat. She rose onto shaky legs as her body wiggled and writhed to try and dispel some of this relentless tension and molten desire. Her wrists strain against her bonds, still unable to use her arms in any fashion. Iria tried to steady herself as best as she could, standing tall with her chest thrust outwards.

"Uhhnn..." she groaned both times when the demon leaned in and teased her aching teats. Milk dripped from the already leaking tit but the other merely pulsed and throbbed harder as pressure built from the gentle suck. Her body arched further, her breasts following the retreating lips only to be stopped by the creature's hands. But Iria did not have to wait long as the monster trapped a nipple between his lips and sucked while squeezing her luscious globe. "Uhhhhnnnnnn!" Her knees grew weak, threatening to give out at any moment as milk gushed into his hungry lips. Iria was left swaying from the brief assault, milk trickling down those firm curves.

"Y-Yes... Master... Drink it all... I am yours," she moaned. Though physically strong, the amazon was so very vulnerable to these sorts of attacks. Her mind was open, easy to play with. All her focus was on those lips and claws on her breast, feeding her that wonderful heat while sucking away all that tension and pressure from her heavy jugs. Her thighs rubbed together, always yearning for anything her Master had to offer.