It had been some time since that day. Gersham had stepped up his opposition, mainly dealing with former ADD agents and those who had greater prowess in combat. His fighting style adapted too in prepartion of facing Iria again he was using far less magic and using more brutish tactics. So far though he had been sorely disappointed in the skills his opponents had.

Many of the former agents had been good at ranged attacks but obviously weren't given pistols or rifles and had to rely on more conventional weapons. Thus he was found honing his close quarter skills. Now he had been an accomplished fencer but figured that it was best to try out his new techniques before issuing a rematch to Iria. It would not be wise to try anything new and he could tweak problems that occurred on the way rather than having to address them spurn of the moment.

He had been thinking about Iria all week in anticipation of this moment. He wanted it so much that he could taste it. He remembered what it was like six matches ago and so far no one had matched up to her skill set, no one he had faced at least and he was in the process of finding challenging opposition when he could.

Gersham knew that he was not a power house, he did not possess many unique powers out side of spellcraft tat was. Though thus far he was still doing well for himself, just that one loss that he cringed at. A fluke but it had steered him in challenging Iria in the first place.

After that match with the amazon though he had found that he had been afford greater respect and in subsequent matches even more as he fought toe to toe, using far less magic and honing his skills by fighting in a style he had been unfamiliar with.

But today was the day. He had requested this match again and many had felt that he was crazy for it. Then again many had thought he was crazy the first time around too. Though unlike the last time where he had been driven to succeed he had been confident, perhaps too confident that he already had a victory over Iria and would simply repeat it.

He noved down the halls to the arena gates passing the monsters that already did battle today. Most had squared off against simple students but the majortity of those were easy to deal with.

As it were he turned the wavy black sword about in his hands it dripping acid that sizzled off of the floor as he awaited by the gate to set him into the arena once more. He took a small breath then let it out slowly before entering into the arena to the roar of the crowd.

Win or lose, a gladiatrix will continue to fight and battle in the arena. Some have higher goals such as winning their freedom, wealth, or fame. But for fully broken and brainwashed slaves such as Iria, there was no goal beyond fighting and providing entertainment for her audience and Mistress. After her defeat at the hands of Gersham, Iria was back to training, fucking, and fighting scheduled matches against both alien and gladiatrix alike. Her record against other gladiatrix opponents was still perfect and her match record against alien monsters was a mixture of wins and losses which is leagues above most female fighters.

Iria heard that her next match would be a rematch against the demon she had fought before. The news sent a sensation up and down her spine. Memories of the battle and her defeat surfaced, how the creature struck her over and over until she had no strength to fight back. Then infront of everyone, he stimulated her body until she lost all control. Defeat in mind, body, and spirit, the demon crushed her then played with her further in the backroom.

The thoughts caused Iria to stop lifting weights at the machine she was sitting on. Her breathing had grown deeper and her nipples were visibly erect. She could remember his touch arousing her, draining her will to fight. How she longed to be in contact for just a bit longer as the vile creature's tongue traced her spine, sucked her neck.

She shook her head. She needed to get a hold of herself. This was her chance to remove this mark in her record. The amazon did not keep track of any training beyond her own so she had nothing to go by beyond the previous match. But, thinking about the match made her think of all her mistakes and where they led. How her suit was ripped off and her legs were parted. How her breathing grew deeper the longer he remained in contact with her heaving chest. How played with her clitoris, fondled her breast, pushed that unyielding cock deep into her...

The gladiatrix did not even notice the soft squishing of juices as her fingers curled and uncurled inside her, her suit pushed aside to make it easier to access. She sat there on the machine, masturbating as she remembered her cries of being filled with his hot seed. Her eyes were staring off into space while she thought of how she was shackled and bound while he had his way with her. A soft cry escaped her as juices began to squirt out around her fingers, adding to the already growing puddle of sexual fluids she sat in. For several moments she sat there, panting heavily. She remembered what was said. That he would come to conquer her again.

The busty amazon managed to recover before it was time for her match. She cleaned herself up and changed before grabbing her warhammer and heading down the corridor to her gate. The roaring cheers of the crowds welcomed her as she stepped out into the middle of the arena. She posed and flaunted her voluptuous form for her fans as she waited for her opponent to arrive. While a small part of her yearned to be taken again by this creature, Iria's pride would not stand to submit to anyone or anything besides her Mistress. She would crush this demon and his magic this time.

Her eyes narrowed as the other gate opened and Gersham stepped out. The black acidic blade was already in hand as he approached the center. Iria readied her hammer, glaring at her foe. It seemed as if he would be going into melee from the start again. Perhaps he had not learned his lesson the previous time. But, Iria would be more cautious of that painful blade. She waited for her opponent to act this time. Whatever he brings, she will crush it before her hammer.

He had a reverse grip on that blade as he strolled forward. His eyes rolling over her casually, taking in the familiar sights of her body as he approached. The crowd was roaring with the anticipation of this battle. The announcer was in the midst of saying something, though he grinned at her.

Had he not agreed to a melee fight with her next time, no tricks, and while Gersham was not the onorable sort that had always abided by his word it appeared that this time he had intended to follow up on the matter.

Though he could see it all with the clarity of his third eye. Concern had having been beat before mixed with the anticipation of what happened afterwards when they were both broken and beaten, where the rare form of relief had been taken care of behind the scenes or rather the bulk of it given their exhaustion.

By this stage they had both had enough time to heal from their wounds though already he was feeling phantom aches. He flipped his blade to a more conventional grip considering how much raw power she could bring to bare with that hammer.

He gripped the weapon with two hands, nodded at her and waited as they commenced. It had seemed as if she was allowing him to take the lead in this dance thus time around and he wondered if she were feeling hin out.

He circled her though she did not close with him as he expected. She was going to let him make the first move. He looked for an opening though he didn't see an immediate one as he expected thus after a moment he called to her.

“The backroom has already been arranged,” he spoke as if this fight was already determined. He grinned at her, letting her dwell on what had happned last time as he stepped forward making a slashing feint before stepping to his left expecting a counter or a kick at least, his eyes watching her legs while seeing the shadow of her arms. T hose legs were quicker for her to launch her attacks and thus he would receive more input out of what she was going to do by watching them instead.

She did not have to wait for long for Gersham to make his move. He taunted her, informing her that the backroom was prepared already. He was already claiming victory and the thought of being back there again sent shivers down her spine. Her jaw clenched as she growled but her body was already tingling at the idea of being shackled and used over and over again. The amazon's nipples hardened, poking visibly through the tight black latex.

"How dare you!" she hissed, swinging her hammer to meet the slash only to find him pulling away to her right. The heavy maul hit nothing but air as she turned with the weapon swing. This opened her up perfectly for a turn kick, sending her boot straight for the demon's weapon hand. She rather not be cut and burned again by that vile blade if she can help it. But that was not the only thing this creature could do. His touch alone had powerful effects and he was strong enough to make her feel any physical attacks. No magic was used yet beyond summoning that sword but things did not look easy.

She will continue swinging her hammer around, letting it turn her further so she could follow her kick with another. But the roundhouse kick would be a feint to help her spin faster and bring the large warhammer crashing around for a second swing at Gersham's body. If she could just connect with one of her heavy attacks, she would have control of this match.

He could witness the effects of his words as she visbl.y rippened for him. How much he yearned to touch those breast again, to feel their weight beneath his hands but all in time. He grinned as she kicked out at his blade though she was strong and would have probably succeed in dislodging it had he been holding it in a single hand his double grip let him retain his hold on it so the only effect she had was ruining her own boot as the acid burned and melted some of the rubber sole.

And so it begins! What are we in store for today? Did Iria learn enogh from last time or are we going to have a repete performance? Things are picking up where the two left off it seems.

He had paid a bit for the privaledge of using the back room of course, not that he minded of course, not at all. He managed to block her warhammer with his blade on the haft of the weapon but strength and momentum had him staggering to his left a few feet as he tried to regain his balance.

He recalled how brutal the hammer was in driving him back given the momentum she had with it opposed to the physical attacks she delievered against him. Oh, they hurt he had assumed that the hammer would hurt ten times as much.

You're body is already preparing itself for failure Iria, he lept forward as he rushed her, he trying to keep her on the defensive a bit longer as he had realize in the last fight she handled attacking a lot better. He swung the blade down at her right shoulder though he figured this was going to draw her attention. His body was left opened though but his true attack was the front kick coming in, hopefully beneath her weapon guard.

She yearned to be milked again, was a little distracted this time around and he realized that some fighters were never quiet the same after a defeat that looms in their head. This might not have been any different though they were just getting started so he had no way of being sure.

Despite mashing some fingers, he held a tight grip on his sword. The little bit of acid ate some of her boot but it was hardly a worry at the moment. Her hammer clashed against the demonic blade but it was the demon that was forced to give ground. With her strength and the hammer's weight, he may as well be trying to stop a giant boulder rolling downhill.

Iria rushed after Gersham but he was already leaping at her, noticing the how the amazon's body was reacting to him. The words were certainly working in angering the amazon as she met her opponent's charge head on. She could have easily avoided the attack by going to the side but she was not thinking clearly. Still, her strength was made for head on collisions and easily stopped the attack by raising her hammer to block.

With both their weapons raised, they both had an obvious opening which Gersham was aiming for already. The foot hit Iria dead on, making her grunt and bend slightly from the blow. Her stomach had tightened, absorbing some of the impact. Unlike the previous match, she was not battered from magic this time around and was at full stamina. Gritting her teeth, she hooked the demon's blade with the large hammer head and yanked it across and down to the ground. She then rammed her shoulder into her foe to knock him off balance and follow it with a strong sidekick to his exposed ribs hopefully before he recovers or escapes.

Her hamme did the trick this time of pointing his weapon away from her. There was some soring of the halft of the weapon but it seemed that the acid affected leather and flesh far more than wood, stone or metal. That was something to be thankful of as she disarmed the demon with that move the wapon dissolving into shadow as it left his hands, then flickered as it reformed itself.

Gersham had told her that this time would be no magic. He could have easily conjured another blade to his hands but didn't. In fact he had used sheer will to stop the blade from winking out of existance as he was disarmed but a shoulder block unbalanced him to the point that he fell back to the sands.

And here came the kick. Instinctively he was expecting it, tossing up an arm to block as he tried to hook the back of her leg with one of his own.

I'm going to love milking you again. He wasn't so confident though, but he kept trying to get in her head. His words weren't magic in this sense and if he could taunt her into making a mistake all the better.

The crowd was already going nuts with the brief exchange drowning out the announcer's words. He still had to reach his fallen blade, a prospect made harder if she still retained her footing since she would have it easier now that he could even block her.

Thankfully, the blade did not seem to melt through her hammer. Aliens and monsters were generally quick in trying to disarm the gladiatrix from her prized weapon. Gersham's plan to get a hit in ended up costing him more than he wanted to pay as the warrior woman disarmed the blade. With that away, Iria would be a bit more ready to rush into melee without worrying about being cut and burned all over.

She had not expected him to fall completely over but the kick would now be a bit higher. Her opponent blocked the powerful kick with just a single arm. He already knew what pains that brought from the previous match but at least it was not the hammer he was blocking. Being on the ground did give him a clear shot at Iria's exposed leg though. His leg hooked in an attempt to sweep the amazon's leg out from under her. Even with her hammer resting on the ground, she could not hold herself up as she fell onto her back.

Iria lets go of her hammer so she could set up faster. She would keep an eye on Gersham and try to leap at him to keep him on the ground. There, she could get some revenge by mounting him and pummeling him with her heavy blows.

While she was down he scrambled and crawled to his weapon, barely getting to it before iria was nearly uon her again. He quikly rolled to his back seeing her form looming above him as he launched the contents of his left hand at her face.

He tossed the sand even as he sat uo, trhrusting with that blade in an effort to skim it against her nearest leg. He hoped she would pull her leg back enough to by him a precious few seconds though being armed again with a weapon that could be so painful had to be getting her to rethink things.

With her this close though all he could do was keep the blade leveled at her, thrust weakly forward if she tried to come in to ward her off and lash out with his legs until so either too the hit and came in anyway or let him stand back up.

Amazing! She's alreaady gottten the Prince down but will she mange to keep him down? And this is why her fights are always entertaining you can never take her too lightly which is the mistake the Prince has made here today.

Iria leapt after her opponent but it was too late. Before she could fall back, dust flew up into her face. "Ahh!" she staggered back as the tiny pebbles scratched her eyes. The woman backed up, rubbing her eyes as she felt the hammer beside her. Her vision was blurry and it was hard to keep her eyes open as tears tried to clean the foreign objects out. The lucky break bought Gersham some time to finally get back onto his feet while the amazon recovered.

She gritted her teeth in annoyance but at least her vision was clearing enough to keep going. Her opponent would have more than likely gotten back on his feet by this point. It was doubtful he wanted to be on the ground with this hammer coming at him. Not waiting any longer, Iria rushed at her opponent. She swung her hammer down behind her, smashing into the ground and kicking up a large cloud of dust which flinged towards Gersham's face. This swing would leave her hammer up above her head, ready to come crashing down on the monster's head.

Instead, Iria twisted her body and did a turn kick. The hammer was brought down and around for a horizontal swing aimmed for the creature's torso. She knew one attack alone would have little chance of connecting. The amazon would just have to keep up the pressure to keep him on the defensive until she finds a way to crush through his guard.

He said no magic, nothing about fighting fair as he flung the sand causing her to back up and try to clear her eyes. This allowed him to scramble up to his feet and while he had tried to adjust this flow of momentum by pressing forward je was not evn able to shift into a fighting stance as she rushed him.

Muscles tenses as she brought the hammer down suddenly, a gust of wind coming at him. He had closed two of his three eyes though his central one remained opened albeit he squinted against the blast barely able to see but it had allowed him to anticicipate the kick that was coming in.

Had he had not been squinting, had he saw probably he might have been able to catch that foot instead of just deflecting the kick with his hand with the same one that ached now, the same one he had blocked her kick earlier.

Just about to deflect it away she came in with the hammer. At the last second he saw it coming in, tried to block with the sword but she was just a hair quicker than he on this occasion.

CRACK! He went flying, tumbling end over end. The sickening crack of bone snapping was heard, Gersham cried out sharply and the crowd roared.

His eyes were glazed over as a fire swam through him. He groaned, having lost his sword somewhere in the tumble but his mind had been smashed too much to worry about it. He was only fortunate in that she was rather strong and it was like her teeing off with that hammer that drove him away

He clutched at his ribs trying to get back up but he found for the moment at least the command to rise wasn't reaching his legs. Gersham was in trouble and he realized it.

Iria still had her hammer and the momentum of the crowd behind her now.


And down the Prince goes! I could hear the cracking of bone from up here! Can Iria take advantage of the situation? We saw Iria in a few tight spots last time, this time we'll see if the Prince can recover in similar fashion.

The blast of dust blinded the demonic alien and gave gladiatrix the opportunity she needed. He managed to deflect the kick away though letting himself be knocked away by it would have probably been better for the creature. The hammer came around and the amazon felt a solid impact. The loud crack would certainly shock the crowds as Gersham went stumbling a distance away. He did not manage to block or soften the blow at all, not that his sword would have endured the attack much better.

Taking a deep breath, Iria rubbed her eyes again. It looked like the demon was hurting badly. Huffing softly, she hefted her hammer and charged for her fallen foe. She had no reason to doubt the monster was heavily damaged after taking a hit from her heavy maul. This was her chance. The gladiatrix was going to finish this here and now and clear her name of this loss.

She ran with her hammer trailing behind her. Once in range, the heavy weapon went up and over her head. Her boots skid into the arena floor, bringing herself to a stop before her foe. With a loud cry, Iria brought the hammer down at the demon. Was he going to be able to move or stop her in time? It was doubtful he could survive another hit like the one before.

Thankfully he had managed to get to a knee as she charged at him though his moemnts had been limited to short bursts at best. Flame seemed to dance through his ribs, the same ribs she had cracked last time he noted, though he saw his blade half way across the arena there was no way to reach it in time. Nor was he close enough to the wall to use the shadows there to simply Shadow Step away to bide some time.

He was close but not close enough. Thus he remained their on one knee thankful that she tid not try to kick then for he doubted that he could have evaded the blow had she tried. Rather she cocked back the maul and swung it down at him. He was still there, still waiting intil the hammer was just below her shoulder level before making a feeble roll oug of the way to the right after she was fully committed to the swing.

While he rolled away even with that brief moment he knew that she was in no way impaired enough this time around, he had to even things up quickly if he would have any chance here. He grabbed at the ankle of her slighly damaged boot punching straight down at the top of her foot. He held nothing back, The act one of desperation as he tried to penetrate that boot, pierce it and have enough force behind the swing to tare into her foot.

Successful or not he would attempt to wrench her off of her feet, to ground her in order to take her advntage of the hammer out of the equation.

The hammer smashed into the arena floor with a loud boom, the demon narrowly avoiding the deadly attack. The impact filled the arena and rippled through the floor and her arms. It was obvious that Iria was holding nothing back and giving no favors to her opponent. She was annoyed about missing her attack but it was obvious the creature was still heavily wounded and perhaps even intimidated by the human gladiatrix's weapon.

Gersham had not given up yet though as he lashed out and grabbed her ankle. His fist smashed right into the top of Iria's foot. The impact was felt through the boot, sending pain as if he had just smashed her foot with his own. "Tch!" she hissed in pain it would no doubt take more than that to stop the voluptuous ex agent.

With her hammer partially in the arena floor, she released the weapon so she could turn to kick the demon off of her. It was then he attempted to pull with all he had on her ankle. Both feet off the ground, Iria fell on her back with an 'oof'. She growled her annoyance and kicked with her still free leg to get this demon off of her. She was at least on the ground but hardly damaged at all. Mounting her like all those times in the previous fight seemed unlikely in this state.

He had been too spent to think about mounting her in that instant though it was simultaneous, her kick and his claws digging into the thigh of her leg dragging down it as the kick found solid purchase on him kicking him away.

Gersham rolled with that momentum though for as long as he could for it took him closer to the sword that he had lost moments ago. When inertial stopped him he began crawling to the weapn and though he was slow he ws fairly close to it now and she across the arena.

She would still have her hammer no doubt and his mind screamed with the pain coursing through his ribs, the pain in his arm and even in his shoulder where she had kicked him where light in comparisson.

He fumled for that blade filiting it's shadowy hilt beneath his palm. He did not realize if he had the time and did not spare amother glance back in her direction hoping that he would hear her approach. No doubt she would charge at him, keep the pressure up for as long as possible, perhaps sensing that she could finish this off in short order. He was dimly aware that there was the risk of her gassing herself out but that was more wishful thinking at this part.

His thinking wasn't crisp but Gersham had good instincts usually and he was almost at the point of figthing by them alone since he was not about to resort to magic and give her that satifaction.

She's got him rattled now! But Gersha survves for the tme being . We saw the moment shift between them several times in the past though I'm unsure why he hasn't just stayed at range and use those black darts of his again? Or any of the other magical effects he used last time. Going toe to toe with Iria isn't bond to work here.