Queen of the Pits

A woman taller than Arerto emerged from the shadows. She was older, probably on her thirties, assessing brown eyes, heavily tanned skin, and plain face, lastly sun bleached brown hair. The woman was wearing a cloak that covered her whole upper body. The only thing showing was her face, hands that had a strange bracelet on her wrist, and thick thighs in black pants, and leather boots. A satchel and sheathed short sword , with sword belt around her shoulders and waist.

"Hi there names Gemma! " she said in a friendly voice and smile on her lips.

"What do you want!" Arerto replied in while not a unfriendly tone, but still cautious.

"Well I'll just get straight to point since I dont like to waste time, I'm a slaver from off the island. I was traveling through with my caravan when I saw your fight, and thought damn she would make a great fighter for the pits!"

"You think I'll let you enslave me, I'm going to gut you, for your hubris!" Arerto ready to dash foward and cut down this slaver.

"No I don't think you'll let me, but your going to be mine all the same!" she said with a cocky smile and readied herself for battle, with one hand on the hilt of her sword.

The two rushed each other and as Arerto neared the slaver, at the last moment Gemma reached into her satchel, and threw at Arerto's feet a jar full of a dark purple liquid. The jar broke and released a dark purple cloud of gas. Arerto was consumed in the cloud and some of the gas was breathed in. She immediately felt her consciousness slipping away.

"Arerto you must resis..." The mysterious voice tried to say,but it's voice faded away as Arerto's world went black. Her body falling over, not moving except the raising of her chest.

Gemma then removed from her satchel a collar with runes etched into it. The runes glowed red in tune with the runes on the the bracelet. A magical **** collar that the wearer of the collar would have to obey the commands of the wearer of the bracelet. Gemma snapped the collar around Arerto's neck, and then picked her limped form up, threw Arerto over her shoulder and walked back to her wait caravan.

Epilogue

20 MOONS LATERS

Far away from the island she was born on, Arerto practices with a training sword on a practice dummy in the practice area of Gemma's mansion. Now a woman of 44 moons old, her height had remained the same. Her golden blonde hair now cut short into a boyish style haircut. Her face had filled out a little more, the **** collar still around her neck. Wearing a white tunic, it not hiding the fact that she had put on a little more weight, but it was all muscle, a few scars littered her body, arms, legs, and one going straight through her right eyebrow. A 18 moons old golden blonde haired girl with the same emerald eyes as herself, ran up to her with a towel to wipe her brow. Arerto wiped herself and the girl took back the towel, giving Arerto a big smile before she ran off. The girl, her daughter she had many moons ago.

"Arerto! Get ready you have a fight! "Gemma shouts as she comes out in a fancy dress.

Arerto is now standing nude in the fighting pit. All manner of humanoid and non humanoid slaves are pit against each other for the crowds viewing pleasure. Naturally bets are placed on who wins, its decided beforehand by the ****'s owners if it will be a fight to the **** or not.

As she waits for her opponent in this not to the **** fight. Arerto starts reminiscing, she never heard that voice again after being captured. Gemma had been kind enough to tell her the goings on in her homeland. Apparently there had been a civil war between her sisters. In the end the kingdom had been split into two new kingdoms, her sisters each ruling their own.

As her opponent an naked adult female drow or dark elf entered the pit, Arerto felt her pussy get wet, as she looked upon her strong looking opponent. Arerto had won many fights in the pit, and people had started calling her Queen of the Pit for all her victories.

The match soon begun she and the drow's swords clashing. Attacking, dodging, parrying, defending,countering, in the end the drow lay on her back gasping. Arerto's foot on her chest, sword raised in the air, pussy dripping. The audience cheering her name!

END