Part 26: Victory And Defeat In The Same Breath

The room was large and round, and the floor curved up to meet its walls. It must have been a storage tank before the slavers' adapted it into the coliseum. Shackled and gagged, Jane stood in its center, doing her best to not quiver. Her spirit was rattled, she knew it. She needed this win. Her reward would be a respite, a few hours without being spanked or teased to collect herself and plan Amare's rescue.

As humiliating and restrictive as her new "armor" was, it reminded her of her training as a soldier. More importantly the muscle memory for close quarters combat was still there. She just had to figure out how to tap into it while wearing stripper heels and restrictive elbow shackles

Dozens of slavers lined the room's perimeter, the bowl shape of the floor allowing them to look down at her for a better view. They laughed viciously as Jane attempted to swing a practice punch and was stopped short by her chains. Desperation started to **** her; she looked at the ring of scum and wondered if she should beg for mercy. She'd gotten better at speaking while gagged, and maybe they'd give her at least a chance if she sucked a few of them off.

A sound drew the terrified woman's gaze. Another door had opened and through it her combatant had been curtly shoved. As Lilith had suggested, the other gladiator bore some resemblance to a Nebula Raider with both her sleeker speeder-bike helmet and the black on purple starburst pattern of her bodysuit. But unlike any Nebula Raider Jane had seen, this woman wore such a tight suit that it might literally have been painted on. The woman's large breasts swayed enticingly as if they were naked, so at the very least their cupless pouches had been formfit to her large tits. Moreover Jane could easily see the woman's nipples and camel-toe through the skin-tight covering. But despite the extremely thin nature of her foe's armor, Jane wasn't about to assume this fight would be easy. For one thing, her opponent wasn't bound, while Jane tugged her pussy lips with every step she took. And for another, the other woman held a long, twin-pronged rod that crackled with electrical energy.

Staring intently at the Nebula Raider, Jane banished any exhaustion from her body. She'd win this fight. She had to.

There was an obvious hesitancy as her opponent considered her options. Jane took this pause to prepare herself as well. To give her right hand as much freedom as possible, she further twisted her left arm behind her back and turned her torso slightly. Her tits were totally exposed she knew, and her cunt was an easy target as well, but with her open palm towards her enemy, she might be able to counter an attack and gain the upper hand.

The Nebula Raider paced slowly, never looking away. Her full breasts swung invitingly; a well timed tit-slap could be quite effective.

"Before we begin," bellowed Fisk as he entered the room. "I know you sluts can't wait to get all hot and bothered, but do you mind if I show off a toy I picked up last time I visited Teron IV." Having reached the front of the crowd, the traitorous commander tossed a grenade-sized disc between the two women. Two hatches opened on either side of it, and it shot a ball with trailing cable at each combatant. After passing through each woman's legs, the strange projectiles arced up. Jane stumbled forward as the thick object **** itself up her ass.

The Nebula Raider seemed even more affected, arching her back and shaking her tits as the intruder tore it's way through her suit. Seizing an opportunity, Jane lunged forward, but winced when the movement caused the clamps to painfully tug at her cunt. Taking advantage of the distraction, the Nebula Raider jabbed her stick and tapped Jane's breast. A spasm of pain danced up her tender flesh, but her opponent withdrew her weapon just as Jane began to cry out.

The surrounding crowd laughed cruelly as if they were aware of some hidden joke. Jane realized she was being toyed with. A mixture of humiliation and anger surged through her. She clung to the latter and let it smother her embarrassment; now was not the time to get aroused.

Jane advanced again. To avoid tugging the clamps on her poor pussy, she hopped forward. She was still twisted a bit with her right hand extended and her pert breasts presented to her left, so it was no surprise when her combatant swung her shock stick towards the jiggling twin targets once again. This time however, Jane was ready, and with a quick shift and a slide of her arms behind her back she was able to grab the weapons shaft before it struck.

The half-naked soldier pressed her attack. Managing to jam her knee between her foe's legs. A muffled moan escaped the other woman's helmet, as she began to rub her groin against Jane's armored thigh.

"You bitches better give us a real fight," growled fisk, "or you'll both be punished."

Jane was momentarily distracted by this threat and paid for her mistake with a sharp steady jolt to her collar bone. Screaming through her ring-gag, she tried to twist away from the electrified tip, but had to break her grapple to escape. Jane continued to retreat as the shook stick was thrust towards her, taking as small steps as possible, but still feeling a gentle tug on her cunt lips with every movement.

The cable connected to her anal insertion made things difficult too. As she moved back it tugged at her trying to pull her forward or at least turn her around. And as Jane continued to resist this gentle pull, she felt her buttplug inflate. It was such a degrading way to keep the combatants close that Jane felt a moan churning up from her loins, but she smothered it. She couldn't think like a ****; she needed to win this fight.

Jane attempted another ****, this time diving forward. Evidently, she caught her opponent off guard and only received a grazing shock while tackling her. By kicking her legs, the functionally-naked officer managed to pin the other woman under her, her petite breasts pressed into her foe's much larger orbs. Grunting around her gag, Jane twisted to keep the squirming woman beneath her turning her pert chest and pierced nipples towards the crowd to better control the shock stick with her shackled arms. Try as she might, none of Jane's **** writhing allowed her to grab the weapons haft, and a few times her fingers accidentally tapped the business ending, leading her to yip in surprise. After a minute of no success, Jane adopted a different strategy instead and focused on shoving the weapon away. This was easily done, and soon her foe was helpless, or so Jane thought.

"Don't forget the tit handles," yelled one of the ogling mercs.

Evidently Jane had. The teasing dangle of her weighted piercings had been pushed to the back of her mind along with anything else that could arouse her. This lapse was quickly taken advantage of by her opponent who managed to grab hold of the handy piercing before Jane could defend her tits. Twisting the nipple adornment, the Nebula Raider was able to throw off Jane's balance and wriggle out of her grasp.

Once she was free, the woman didn't relent; she kept her grip on the handle and thus her dominance over Jane. The bound officer was **** to scramble to her feet as her opponent rose and tugged painfully on her nipple. Jane clumsily attempted to trip her foe but was easily out maneuvered by a spin. Frustratingly, she was **** to walk a half-circle around her opponent, who kept her grip while turning.

The malicious crowd laughed as the officer was led around in such a humiliating manner. "Yeah that's it. Make that whore run laps. That ought to make her drool down low too," one shouted. From the man's sneer Jane wondered if he was some petty criminal whose plans she'd thwarted and he now held a grudge.

"No, make your dog crawl, bitches should be on all fours," countered another amid her cackling. She was a Gavleth and two of her hands were sensually squeezing her own breasts. Jane tried not to think about how long it would be until the surrounding goons would be jizzing in her direction.

The humiliation tugged at her, beckoning her to arousal, but the officer resisted. She needed to keep a clear head and win this match for Amare's sake. An opportunity to reverse things would present itself eventually.

Jane didn't have to wait long. After only a few moments of public humiliation, her opponent took her attention away from the degraded soldier to pick up her discarded shook stick. No doubt to further torment Jane, but she didn't get the chance. As the raider turned her gaze, the experienced officer twisted her torso, slipping the handles from the other woman's grasp then shoulder checked her.

Jane kept pushing until they were both on the ground. There she made full use of her relatively free legs to grapple her opponent. Her foe resisted, but despite being dressed in such exposing armor, Jane was still a skilled soldier; by wrapping her legs around her enemy's she was able to twist the woman into a tits down position.

Of course, the clamps were still a hindrance. They cruelly stretched her cunt lips as she swung her limber legs to hook around her enemy's arm. This scrap of pain caused her to falter mid swing, and rather than pin her opponent's arm, their limbs were left tangled. Jane's leg was spread high and continuously tugging on her poor pussy. Whimpering in pain, she squirmed to keep her waning grip on her opponent, knowing full well that this pain was preferable to what the raider could do if she regained the upper hand. And it was insignificant compared to the punishment she'd endure if she failed.

But things only got worse for the spread officer. As they twisted into a scissoring position her foe, kicking her feet against the floor in an effort to escape her grip, caught Jane's clit ring on her stiletto heel. Jane immediately grimaced and squirmed helplessly as her tenderest numb was yanked painfully.

"That's it bitch," barked Fisk, "now her cunt's spread and ripe for a good zap."

Jane knew what was coming before the shock stick came into view. Somehow, her opponent had retrieved it in their struggle. The grappled officer squirmed but couldn't escape from the tangle of limbs. She watched as the tip grew closer. Why was the raider hesitating? Did she want to savor Jane's fear? The prod's tip lit up with crackling energy, its sharp crack making Jane flinch. It slowly approached her cunt; she could feel the hairs of electricity stretching towards her.

Then the shock stick was thrust forward, and Jane's sex exploded with white hot pain. The helpless officer spasmed, throwing her head back and arching her body as a scream burst from her gagged mouth.

"Get that bitch again," Fisk said between growling laughs, as Jane panted. "With her head arched back like that, the fuck-slut's mouth is at the perfect height for a givin' a blowjob. Plus we all like hearin' that stuck up cunt scream."

His comments prompted a murmur of agreement from his mercs, and the onlookers began advancing.

The shock stick tenderly tapped her cunt again and sent another volcano of pain erupting through her nerves. Jane's whole body shook.

"She screams quite vigorously," cooed Lilith, as Jane panted to stay conscious. "I can't wait to hear the volume she'll reach while enduring her punishment for losing this match. I'm sure Amare will appreciate how easily Jane gave up."

No! desperation filled Jane and her highly trained reflexes took over. If it was just herself, she'd have given in to the suffering and punishment, but Jane knew she had to keep soldiering if she was to help Amare, wherever she was. Digging deep into her waning strength she rolled into the other woman. The clamps yanked on her pussy as she wrapped her legs around her foe, but the pain was worth it if she could win. Determination and hot furry slammed through Jane as she pinned the fumbling woman beneath her. Her hands found the shock prod and repeatedly jabbed it into the crotch of her feeble enemy.

Some nebula raider this woman was, Jane thought to herself as the confidence of victory rolled through her. Lilith must have noticed the change in her posture because she commented, "it's so sexy to see that she still has a shred of the staunch defender she once was, but master are you still going to make her cum on her opponent's face to prove she has won?"

"Yes, of course," laughed Fisk. "Keep shocking her cunt too, bitch. You'll regret the tables being turned."

Jane immediately straddled her opponent's faceplate and began rubbing her crotch against it. Occasionally, she felt a twinge of remorse as she masturbated in such a domineering way, but she knew it had to be done. Otherwise she'd soon be a hollow fucktoy for the slavers' whims.

Even now being naked and bound only heightened her arousal as she masturbated in front of her captors. Jane moaned liberally through her gag and continued to zap her defeated enemy's cut, making the bitch's helmet twitch against her cunt. Jane's orgasm was close now. She felt the victory budding within her loins. She'd won the game, proving she was still a combatant. Her eyes closed and she imagined herself rescuing Amare. How grateful would the other woman be? Jane could almost taste the councilwoman's lips.

Just as the triumphant officer reached her climax, her opponent's faceplate retracted. And Jane's exaltation instantly became horror as she squirted directly on Amare's face. Reeling from the shock, Jane barely felt the slaver's paws as they pulled her away. She shook her head and sputtered through her gag.

"Don't worry," soothed Lilith, while Jane was dragged away. "You won. She'll be the one to be punished for hours, not you." The silky Luxvan gently stroked Jane's cheek while she struggled and whimpered into her gag. "You get to relax."