Arena Match 5
As they were led to the main room of the Arena, the five women were allowed to whisper amongst themselves. They had four security personnel behind them, but that was more for appearance than anything else. The five women wouldn't go anywhere but the main room because of the thin collars locked around their necks. The security collars were an interesting combination of security devices. The main security board could track them anywhere in the building. If the wearer went where they weren't supposed to go, a number of things happened. An alarm sounded in Security and a mild, uncomfortable shock was administered. After 10 seconds in the unauthorized area, the shock was increased to a stunning charge, equivalent to a taser. If, by some stretch of the imagination, someone resisted that and tried to leave the building, the final security measure activated. A charge of C-4 built into the collar detonated and removed the wearer's head. Any of these measures could also be activated manually from the security board. Since the "authorized area" was controlled by the Security Office, the five women currently only had access to the corridor leading to the main room and the main room itself.
"I still can't believe this is happening! We get caught following Busty's "perfect plan," and now if we don't win this fight, we're probably gonna die!" "Look, my plan was perfect, Muffy! This place has more cash than Fort Knox, and I figured a way to sneak you in wearing masks like fighters and staff. We should've waltzed up to the cash room and walked out billionaires, but I never heard of those Plexiglas panels that trapped us or that gas!" "Don't even mention that fucking gas! I haven't felt that bad before in my life, puking and shitting all over myself! Then, those damned water jets hosing us down from the ceiling so the guards could walk in and slap us around without getting dirty!" Fireball, in a "flame" mask, smacked her fist into her other hand and looked at the guards behind them. "If I didn't feel so fucking sick when they came in, I'd have some testicles for my collection!" She looked at Busty. "Instead, I got beat down and fucked with a cattle-prod up the ass!" Busty swallowed. "At least they didn't know you. Because I worked here as a waitress, I got passed around by the entire security team!" The group reached the door to the main room and walked inside. The guards stayed outside so as not to offend the patrons. The five women knew they would be dropped in an instant if they took even one step toward a patron. They heard themselves announced. "Patrons of the Arena! As you were informed, we have a disciplinary match tonight! The five women walking to the ring attempted to rob the Arena, were stopped and caught, and will fight for their lives and freedom for your amusement." There were some cheers from around the room and the girls looked around at the patrons. It wasn't reassuring. In one corner table, Muffy saw a total stud and a knockout blonde pawing each other with the preserved head of a redhead on the table. Fireball saw the table with Beast watching her girls and Anaconda all seated comfortably while Maxima, Slut Puppy, and Pink Pillows were busily slurping their cunts. Beast, Fear, and Terror were all covered with a good quantity of blood that wasn't their own. They climbed into the ring and were announced as they did so. "First in the ring is Busty, a former waitress in her black Arena waitress mask. She is followed by Bigstuff and Wings, in the red mask with white eyes and blue mask with wings, respectively. Next is Muffy in the white mask with black face, and finally the last is Fireball in the flame-style mask. They face the unbelievable woman from the first match of the evening, accompanied by Ryder, Mastodon!" Little Ryder steps into the room first, followed immediately by the gargantuan Mastodon. It only takes a moment for Mastodon's huge legs to get her down to the ring and inside. "Busty, look at that freak! What have you gotten us into?" "I know Wings, I'm scared too, but we have a 5 to 1 advantage, she can't stop all of us at once," Busty thinks, hopefully. "But Busty, I'm the weakest fighter of us, and what if she... excites us? It'll slow Wings down cause she'll wanna, hold'em, and you know what'll happen to me... I'll be helpless if I get, excited." "I know that Bigstuff, we all do," Busty says, not adding that she can see Bigstuff's nipples are already hard at the sight of the monstrosity across the ring, "but does she look like she knows anything about sex?" Bigstuff looks at Mastodon for a moment. "Well, no. But the little chick on the floor does, and she controls Mastodon." "Bigstuff, do you think she'll use sex?" "Well, no." She sounds a little disappointed. "Hey Busty, what am I supposed to do? There's no way I can hide my bush, that freak'll rip it out by the roots! And probably rip out my pussy afterwards!" "I thought of that Muffy, we'll keep your bush away from her hands, so don't worry. Fireball, we're counting on you. Okay ladies, we're being signaled, time for the match to start. We've fought as a group before, so you all know what to do, let's kick this freak's ass, and leave here rich." They all high-five and spread out in the corner waiting for the bell.
"Mastodon." She bends down to hear what Ryder says. "I know you're happy that we got jobs, and that Goldie, she really knows how to work a clit..." Mastadon smiles big. "Which is a lot of work in your case," Ryder said with a smile. Mastodon's smile goes ear to ear and stretches her mask at the thought of what Goldie's hands and tongue did to her. "And you want to kill these bitches and get back to our room, so Goldie can finish what she started. But looking at them, I can tell they're hiding things from us, so just play with'em for now. You can be a little rougher with Busty. You remember which one she is right?" Mastodon nods. "Okay, have fun, but don't break them until I say so, I think we can make some money off them." Mastodon nods again, then stands and turns toward the 5 women across the ring, her smile totally gone now. Ryder gets out under the bottom rope, and signals that they're ready. The bell rings. They move towards Mastodon, who's standing center ring now, and surround her. Fireball, facing Mastodon, moves in like a boxer. Mastodon raises her fists too, watching who she can see, and listening for footsteps on the mat behind her. Fireball lands a few thudding punches to Mastodon's stomach, and is surprised at how hard the muscles are. As Mastodon starts to move her arms, Fireball jumps backs to avoid the huge fists, but they don't come. Instead, she punches down and to her sides at Busty and Wings, who are trying to take advantage of a distraction they thought was there. All they get are hammer-like fists to their foreheads that knocks both women to their backs stunned. Surprised at how fast she can punch, Fireball doesn't react in time as Mastodon lunges forward like a huge cat, grabs the big redhead by her tits and breast-slams her to the mat hard enough to make her bounce once. Mastodon turns around extremely fast for a woman her size, and sees Bigstuff on the left and Muffy on the right, standing there shaking because they're too scared to move. Mastodon looks at Bigstuff and kind of half smiles at her. The 5'3" brunette gives a brief, nervous, smile back at the huge terrifying woman, not wanting to upset her. Mastodon looks over at the 5'5" woman with the giant black bush, and points to the mat. Guessing at what she wants, Muffy just drops to her butt and sits there, Mastodon nods at her. Muffy sighs with relief that she guessed right. Bigstuff sees that happen, then watches helplessly as she's picked up under her arms, carried to the nearest corner like a little girl, and sat on the top turnbuckle. Mastodon looks down at the tiny girl's hairless pussy for a moment, rubs her own huge pussy briefly, and does the same to the small girl on the corner, using the same hand she used on herself. Then she waves Ryder over to the corner, leans over the ropes and lifts Ryder up and over the ropes into the ring by her hands. Ryder looks up at Mastodon, who leans down right next to Ryder's ear for a moment, then stands back up. Ryder looks at Bigstuff for a second, steps up on the bottom turnbuckle and says, "Guard the corner." Mastodon turns and stands in from of the corner, watching 3 of the other women regroup in the far corner. Muffy isn't going to move from her spot, she doesn't want Mastodon mad at her. She sits there, nervously playing with her huge bush, and staring at Mastodon. Those that can see know that Ryder has her hands on Bigstuff's pussy, and is quietly talking to her. After about 2 minutes, Ryder hops down, a huge smile on her face is obvious to everyone as she moves out from behind Mastodon. Ryder has Mastodon lean down a moment to tell her something, then has a microphone handed in to her. Meanwhile, Mastodon has taken Bigstuff off the corner, and has her cradled in her immense arms while she sucks the rock-hard nipples of the small girl. She's a little worried what's going to happen to her, especially after telling Ryder everything about herself and her friends across the ring, but she's thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being ravished by the monstrous woman.
Outside the ring, Beast talks to Fear and Terror. "Girls, the match is over, but I don't think all these sluts will leave here alive." Looking at Anaconda, Beast can tell Pillows has finished with her job, and did it well, because Ana is smiling through her mask in satisfaction. "Anaconda." She opens her eyes and looks at Beast. "I think Ryder is going sell some of these sluts. If she does, you want one of'em?" Anaconda looks at them a moment. "I might, depends on what they have to offer. What if I want one of'em, and a Patron out bids me? I have enough money to live on really comfortably, but I can't outbid anyone here if they really wanted someone." Beast replies a second later. "You have Maxima's money now too, she won't object to helping you buy someone." Ana visibly holds in a laugh. "Thanks, I forgot about that for a moment. And it's not like she'll need it anymore." That gets a round of giggles from most of the people at the table, including the puppies on the floor. Except Maxima of course, she just whimpers quietly. Beast notices that Ana is trying to secretly watch Pillows and keeps in a grin. She wants Pillows, Beast thinks. She'll be willing to wager Maxima in the puppy fight now.
Back in the ring, Ryder has gotten Muffy up and back to her corner with her friends, and is now standing center ring. "Busty, come here. The rest of you stay there. Move from that corner, and I'll have Mastodon put you back, understand?" They look at each other a moment, then nod as Busty goes to Ryder. At the sound of her name, Mastodon puts Bigstuff back on the turnbuckle in her corner and gently spreads the little brunette's legs so she can finger Bigstuff's pussy while she watches Bigstuff's friends. It becomes obvious why Bigstuff was worried about becoming excited. Mastodon's fingers bring out her clitoris, possibly as big or bigger than Anaconda's womanly shaft despite being a much smaller woman. "I can tell what you're thinking, tits, that you can grab me as a shield against Mastodon. Forget it slut, grab me or hit me, and she'll kill you." Ryder raises the mike to talk into it. "Mastodon, come here," Ryder sees her huge friend eye Bigstuff. "and you can bring the girl." Mastodon walks over, with Bigstuff beside her. Ryder turns toward the curtain. "Come out fellas." The four guards from earlier come out, each carrying his cattle-prod and wearing a belt with handcuffs, mace, and a gun. Ryder motions for each guard to go to a corner and get up on the apron. "One of you stay there, the other 2, each of you go to a corner." Fireball stays in the corner, Wings goes right, Muffy goes left. Once in place, the women put their arms outside the ring behind them on each side of the turnbuckle, and then the guards handcuff their arms to the ropes, locking them there.
"Bigstuff, go back to our corner and let the guard cuff your arms to the ropes. Don't worry, you won't get hurt." Bigstuff kind of half smiles, trusting her a little. She goes to the corner and gets her arms locked to the ropes. That leaves Busty alone in the ring with Mastodon and Ryder. Ryder signals, and the guards return to the back. Ryder is about to talk, when she's tapped on the shoulder. She looks up at Mastodon, who points to Bigstuff then puts her hand on her chest. "Okay, you can keep her since you had to kill the brunette in your match earlier." Mastodon smiles and so does Bigstuff, a little. The little brunette looks away from Fireball's stare from across the ring. Ryder raises the mike. "Okay slut, you're here with us, and not tied in a corner, for 1 reason." "I know why, tiny, to fight your freak for trying to rob this place." "Well, yes and no. You see, after her fight earlier, Mastodon got hired as the Arena's Enforcer." There's an appreciative murmur through the crowd. The patrons like the idea of having Mastodon on the payroll, so to speak. Fear and Terror glance at their mama and see a brief flash of annoyance in Beast's eyes. They say nothing, but both guess that Beast was interested in a private alliance with the monster and Ryder. This could change those plans. "In other words bitch, you're here for 1 reason, to die for being disloyal." Busty panics and starts toward the ropes. "If you try to run, the collar will finish you before you hit the floor!" That stops her from running. "Come on, don't be a pussy, get back over here and die like a woman. Choose bitch. Die like a worthless whore, or like a real woman."
Busty stands there a minute, thinking. "Wh-what about my friends, will they die too?" The four tied up women look right at Ryder. "That depends on them. Your friend, Bigstuff, she told me all about her own, and her friends, gifts. Of course, we can all see her gift, can't we?" Ryder smiles as she says, "gifts." Muffy and Wings join Fireball and turn to look at Bigstuff a moment. The little brunette just lowers her head, ashamed that she gave up her friends so easily. "Actually, Bigstuff will live. It seems that Mastodon likes her, so she's joining us as a sex slave. Mainly for Mastodon, but she'll share her with me." Bigstuff looks at them, runs everything through her head quickly, and makes a decision. "I accept! I'll be her slave, her lover, her puppy, anything she wants! I love unique women like her anyway!" Mastodon looks at the little brunette and smiles big. "Well, that's settled. The others I'll decide one at a time, based on what happens." Ryder gives Busty a smile and says, "If you want a second to say goodbye, I can give you that much." Ryder lowers the mike, gives mastodon a hand-signal, and slips out of the ring under the bottom rope. Busty turns toward Muffy and takes a step in her direction before her shoulders are dislocated. As soon as her eyes left Mastodon, the enforcer followed Ryder's signaled instructions and moved in to destroy the traitor slowly. Two thick, misshapen hands drop down on the big-titted blonde's upper arms and do a pulling-twist that tears out the joints as easily as ripping the drumstick off a chicken. Muffy has the misfortune of being able to see Busty's eyes bug out as her arms were ruined. Busty's mouth opens but no sound comes out because the pain is too much. Mastodon lets go and Busty stands there frozen in place. Mastodon's hands go to the back of her neck and between her legs, easily lifting her above Mastodon's head. Mastodon drops to one knee, and the whole room hears the sounds of shattering vertebrae as Busty is slammed across the outstretched knee. The former waitress might have recovered the use of her arms if allowed to live, but now she has a mangled mess instead of a spinal cord. Busty can't tell it yet because of the shock, but she can no longer feel anything below the neck. She gets dumped onto the stained canvas and lies there on her left side with her back bent at such an angle that her head is almost touching the backs of her legs. It just happens that she's looking in Fireball's direction, and the redhead is pulling at her cuffs and screaming in rage at the massacre in front of her. It's the last thing that Busty sees before Mastodon stomps a foot down on her right side and turns her ribs into pointy shards that perforate the right lung. Busty's still alive, barely, but her eyes close and never open again. "Mastodon!" Ryder calls from ringside and motions for Mastodon to bring what's left of Busty to the corner. Ryder climbs onto the ring apron as Mastodon drags over the wreckage. Bigstuff is crying gently but cuddles her cheek against Mastodon's hand when the big woman tries to pat her in a comforting way. Ryder says something to Mastodon and then raises her microphone. "For any patron interested, we're going to auction off selections of the traitor for your personal collections! Mastodon, the first item please." Mastodon lifted the broken rag doll that used to be Busty by one leg and used her other hand to gather the big, wild, blonde bush in her fist. With one pull, she managed to remove all but a few stray bits of hair and the surface skin. "What am I bid for her bush?" The next few minutes are spent in amassing some extra money by selling off the pubic hair, Busty's thick 5" clit, her saggy I-cup tits, and finally, her mask (complete with head inside). Ryder had to stop Mastodon on that one and make sure that the collar was disarmed first. Any damage to it while armed might have blown Mastodon's hand off.
The Arena's disposal crew comes out and gathers what was left of the body, and unlike the usual procedure, they're under orders to take it to the Fighter/Staff area and hang it on the wall for a few hours, to make sure everyone got the message. Once they leave the room, Ryder looks over at the other three corners. Fireball is still seething and pulling at her cuffs, but Wings and Muffy are cringing in their corners, standing in their own piss. She's not sure if they're worth anything to this crowd and killing them seems like a waste of effort. "Wings! Show everyone how you got that name!" Wings hesitates. "Would you like Mastodon to do it for you?" Wings shakes her head so hard that she makes herself dizzy and spreads her legs. As everyone watches, a guard unlocks her hands, and she reaches into her thick, trimmed bush with the fingers of both hands and spreads her pussy open. There's some surprise and applause as she unrolls some truly amazing labia, true "wings" indeed when they're spread out. They reach her knees when she stretches them a little. Ryder looks over at Muffy, named for a bush that looks like it could use some hedge-trimmers to cut it back. She's got good tits, too, but no "special features" like her friend. Ryder makes a decision. "A special two-for-one offer! I'll sell Muffy and Wings as a set to the highest bidder! Do I have an opening bid?" "I'll bid five-thousand!" Beast and her girls look over at Anaconda, the opening bidder. She looks back and says, "They have what it takes to make some money on the live-sex-show circuit, and as strippers too. I can book them all over and have a little income from them if I get them cheap enough. If I find the right place for'em to work, I could stay here in town. I'm sure your girls would to get a better look at my clit." Fear and Terror smile big. A patron bids six. Ana goes to seven. Another patron goes to seventy-five hundred. Muffy and Wings are a tiny bit insulted. Busty's head went for over ten-thousand dollars. Anaconda bids eight-thousand for them and waits to see if anyone will out-bid her. No one does. Wings' lips are interesting, but this crowd wants more for its money. Anaconda steps over to the ring to take possession of her property. "Hello, girls, you may not believe this, but you're very lucky that I bought you. All I want is sex, with me in private and on stage with each other for customers. You'll make me money, and I'll see to it that you're both going to stay pretty and healthy. Follow me in back to finish the details with the management." Muffy and Wings look at each other and realize that she may just be right about how lucky they are. They follow their new mistress without a word. Ana stops briefly at the table. "This shouldn't take long. Would the girls mind watching Max for me while I'm in back? They can break her fingers if she gets out of line." Beast nods and Ana leads her new slaves out of the room with a guard to make sure they behave.
That leaves Fireball. Her wrists are bleeding a little, but she's not pulling at her cuffs anymore. She's just staring. She's staring at the bloodstain that is all that remains of Busty, she's staring at Muffy and Wings as they willingly follow the woman that bought them, and she's staring at the opposite corner with Ryder, mastodon, and Bigstuff. Ryder says into the mike, "You want to get over here, don't you? Okay, once I'm out of the ring, unlock her handcuffs." Mastodon walks over to the center of the ring. When Fireball is free, she moves to the side circling around Mastodon. Mastodon doesn't bother to turn and watch her, waiting for the redhead to make her move. When she makes her move, it surprises everyone. She gets around behind Mastodon and suddenly spins and runs at Bigstuff. The little brunette is wide open and defenseless with her hands locked behind her, and Fireball tears into her with punches to the face and tits. "You fucking traitor! You turned on us! You told them all about us and gave yourself to them! You miserable, freak-loving whore!" Fireball hears an almost demonic roar behind her, but she'd rather keep hitting the traitor than dodge away so she gets grabbed by the back of the head, lifted off of the mat, and thrown the length of the ring into the opposite corner. Mastodon looks at her little love-slave. Bigstuff is hanging by her arms, and her face and tits are swelling from being pounded by her 6-foot former friend. Mastodon reaches behind the little brunette and snaps the chain on the handcuffs so she can pick up Bigstuff and gently put her on the ring apron where Ryder takes over for her. Mastodon heads across the ring where Fireball is hanging onto the turnbuckles trying to get back on her feet. Mastodon helps in that department, grabbing Fireball by her left nipple and using it to pull her up. Fireball screams, but she doesn't freeze up, throwing punches into the giant's pussy instead. Mastodon doesn't seem to feel it despite the fact that the smack of the redhead's fists is echoing around the room. She raises her own fist and brings it around into the side of Fireball's head in a slap that lifts the redhead off of her feet and sends her sailing along the ropes to the canvas. There's a bit of surprise around the room when Fireball starts pushing herself up on her arms. That slap would've knocked most people unconscious. Mastodon walks over slowly, a little surprised herself, and stomps her foot down on Fireball's lower back and stands on her, putting all of her over 400 pounds on the redhead's spine. Fireball kicks her legs frantically, but she bites her bottom lip until it bleeds so she won't scream. Mastodon steps off and picks her up by the back of the neck. A ham-sized fist crashes into a huge, soft breast. No scream. The other tit is crushed by a monster fist. There's still no scream, and Fireball throws a desperation punch that bounces feebly off of Mastodon's stomach. "Mastodon!" Mastodon stops her fist just short of her target, the redhead's pelvis, and looks at Ryder. Standing next to Ryder is a busty blonde in a red vinyl miniskirt and a tube top. She has a small gold mask over her eyes and a busty blonde on a leash. Lady Buxom hands Ryder an Arena check and Big B's leash and scoots into the ring under the bottom rope, showing off her panty-less ass in the process. Ryder calls in to Mastodon, "Let her go, Mastodon. The patron has just bought a few minutes to talk to the redhead." Fireball really tries to stay on her feet when Mastodon lets go, but she topples after swaying for a minute. Lady Buxom kneels down next to her and pulls Fireball into her lap, laying Fireball's head on her thinly-covered, soft tits. Cradling the redhead and stroking the sore tits, she coos, "I have a proposition for you." "I ain't a slave for anybody, damn it! I'll die irst!" "I don't want a slave. I have one of those. I need something else. My fighter died tonight, and I bought her daughter to be my slave. The trouble is that now I need a new fighter to make sure she stays obedient and represent me here. I want you. I'll buy you and you'll be my strength." Lady Buxom has made Fireball's nipples hard, and her hand drifts down the redhead's stomach to her crotch. In her condition, Fireball is very susceptible, and her long, thick clit peeks out. "Oh my, I can think of other things that I'd like you to be for me, too. What do you say? You'll be living in luxury, and I guarantee I'll never call you or think of you as a slave." Fireball says nothing for a second and then whispers in Lady Buxom's ear. Buxom nods and helps Fireball to her feet, letting the fighter lean on her. They move together over to Ryder and Mastodon. Buxom helps Fireball sit and pulls out another Arena check, filling it out quickly and handing it to Ryder. "That should cover the cost of taking Fireball home with me, yes?" Ryder looks at the check and says, "This is for five-thousand more than the price you offered for her. Why?" "It's a little present for my new fighter, a retainer. That five-thousand is to make sure that I'm the first person you call if you ever get tired of Bigstuff. If you ever wish to be rid of her, I'll pay good money for her so my fighter can kill her personally. Agreed?" "I'll keep it in mind." Buxom nods and slips out of the ring, instructing Big B to help Fireball in back to remove the collar and have her looked over by Doc. Before they leave, Fireball throws a half-smile at Bigstuff that makes the brunette hug Mastodon tightly and vow to do everything to keep her interested forever.
