You fight (and win)

The vampire slams into you before you are even braced for the attack. The impact knocks the wind out of you and the vamp grabs the collar of your coverall and rips it open. Your huge, milk-swollen tits burst free. In fact, they save you from her attack. She leans in ravenously moaning, attempting to bite your neck, but her slender body presses against the tight flesh of your bosom and she can't quite reach.

Before she can adjust, you get your feet beneath her and push off, sending her flying from you. With a practiced rising flip, you land on your feet, bare breasts bouncing as you cross the distance to her and deliver a crushing knee drop on her abdomen. The wind goes out of her, but the not the fight. She gets her clawed hands around your throat and begins squeezing.

"You think you can beat me?" she laughs. "I'll drink you like a milkshake."

You reach up to her throat. She laughs, knowing she cannot be strangled, but you continue higher, getting your fingers into her mouth. Your index finger and thumb find one of her enlarged fangs. Your face is red, your muscles straining from the strangulation, but you remember the skill you were taught. De-fanging. With pressure and a slight twist the fang pops free. Blood gushes suddenly from the surprised vampire spawn's mouth. She drops you on your back and recoils, grabbing at her bloody mouth.

"You bithhh!" she screams.

You're on your feet again and this time you deliver a roundhouse kick to her head that puts her out cold. Turning to the galleries, making no effort to cover your blood and sweat-smeared breasts, you raise the fang to the audience and hold it aloft.

"Victory!" cries the announcer. "Our volunteer has won her second bout."

The lights dim and orderlies emerge to drag the moaning vampiress back through the doors. A larger bottle of cold water is handed to you as the announcer explains that you will be given a short break. You pour half of the cold water over your head, refreshing you, clearing your mind. The icy liquid stiffens your already protruding nipples. When you get the coverall as descent as it will allow your nipples are still like fingertips poking against the material. You can even see the outlines of your swollen areolae. You really wish Headmistress Swift had let you express milk before bringing you here.

All too soon the lights cycle back up and the announcer crackles over the loudspeakers. "Please, everyone, take your seats. We begin this third and final pairing with our volunteer. We have seen her face cave creature and bloodsucker, both opponents to be respected, but both of them humanoids. The true struggle of a monster hunter is to face things far from human. Now our volunteer must defeat..."

The doors begin to open. You know that whatever he is about to announce it will be your greatest challenge faced.

"A sentipede!"

Your skin prickles with fear as the sentipede scuttles on a hundred legs into the arena. It is a large specimen, a dozen or more feet in length, with a back carapace made of wide, armored segments. Its fat, yellow-white body is shielded beneath these natural plates. All you can see of its face are its dangling mandibles and two tiny black eyes. The sentipedes are very dangerous. Bred for intelligence, they are said to be smarter than most non-human mammals. They are also known to use human females as breeding hosts for their young.

Would Miss Swift allow that to happen? The thought renews your will to fight.

The first third of the sentipede's body rears up, exposing its mouth and dozens of flexing, insectoid legs. It screeches at you in an inhuman voice and charges at great speed.