First Match

"AAAAAUGH! AAAH! AAH! AAAAAAAAAUGH!"

Doctor Syber pushes her glasses back up her nose. "Stop being such a baby! It's just attaching to your colon."

"IT HURTS!" The cry is half-anger, half sob. This lunatic cyber-doctor has just stuffed a four-foot mechanical snake up your ass one or two inches at a time. At a number of places on its length the thing had to stretch your sphincter painfully, and now it's causing severe cramps and feels like your body is being invaded. At the end is a sculpted and polished chrome triangular cap that fits your behind like a bikini bottom.

She turns you over in the frame so that you're now facing up. She's holding something that looks like a dildo with a metal plate. "Now for the next part."

"Oh God, what next?"

"This one goes into your vagina and interfaces with the control system. It also provides the wireless connections to the rest of the accessories. Don't worry, you can take this one out when you want to have sex; I'd just use the built-in stimulator though. And it doesn't even block your urethra."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Nurse Fetish said you volunteered to test my new exo-suit. We've already been through the hardest part; once the control system is in we can accessorize."

"I only agreed under duress!"

"But you did agree. That's the important part. Now stop squirming so I can get this thing into your veejay."

"This is ridiculous. How can you call this power armor if it doesn't cover any skin?" You're wearing the equivalent of a bikini bottom in two pieces, pasties, a headband, and two-inch wide bands around your ankles and wrists. Everything is polished chrome, and you're otherwise naked in a covered space about double the length and width of a wrestling ring.

"Who said it was armor? The Silver Sting suit allows you to fly, shoot energy blasts, and erect an energy shield in front of you. That's enough to make you a real competitor in Power Play."

"I don't want to compete in Power Play; I want to get out of here and back to my own world!"

"That's a shame. You have one minute to get used to your powers before Game Master sends in your test opponent."

"I what!?"

But she doesn't say anything else. You realize you have to try this out or else whatever opponent they send in will totally cream you, and not in the good way.

You lift off easily; flying is not hard at all, the trick is not to try to run or walk, just let your will carry you. You're not sure what your speed cap is, but it's definitely better than a fast run. The sting part is activated by pointing your open hand and wanting it; again, pretty straightforward. The shield is activated by holding your arm and fist up in front of you. So these are your powers; if only you had some clothes!

After nowhere near enough practice there's a fizzle of energy and someone appears in the ring. He's almost nine feet tall with muscles stacked on top of his muscles and a pronounced beer belly, dressed in a leopard skin caveman suit strapped over one shoulder and carrying a wooden club. His gray hair, what's left of it, is showing classic male pattern baldness. On your world he was called Cave Man back in the seventies; now he's more Old Man.

He tosses his club at you; your shield deflects it easily, but not so much the 600-pound muscleman behind it. You stop most of the impact but it slams you back into the boundary, where you take a severe electric shock. Your back aches and you're already stiff and tired.

"CA-AVE MAN!"

You zip out of the way and he elbow drops on the floor where you were with a resounding BOOM! He springs into a wrestling crouch.

That makes him a big target. Your silver bolt hits him in the chest; he grunts.

You're ready for the next charge and dive at his feet, hooking his arm as you go by. He does a hard judo flip and lands flat on his back. He grabs your ankle and swings you into the ground like a rag doll. You get the shield up for the second and third time he smashes you down at least. The next swing he lets go and you slam into the back of your shield as it impacts the barrier.

You swing around him in a tight high-speed circle. You can tell the bolts are hurting him but it doesn't look like they're hurting much. He's swinging at you like King Kong trying to swat biplanes.

He slumps partway and starts breathing heavily so you close in and increase your rate of fire. He totters on his feet a bit...

...and then falls on you, knocking out your wind and pinning you beneath him. He pins your chest with one huge hand and then starts hopping on you in quick jerking motions. It feels like you're being beaten in the stomach with a club. When you look down it's worse.

His dick is out; it's erect, it's eighteen inches long and four across, and he's slapping your gut with it repeatedly. You try to wriggle out but his hand on your chest is making it hard to breathe, let alone move. You have **** but to take the pounding.

This whole thing is definitely getting him off. His club is pulsing and his grunts are getting faster. He pulls his hand away from your chest and waves his arms in a triumphant gesture.

"CAVE!"

The shot of spuzz hits so hard it knocks you down from where you'd started to rise.

"MAN!"

You rise just enough to fire a burst of energy darts directly into his scrotum. He screams and falls backwards, grabbing at his balls. After that you fall back again exhausted, soaked and disgusted.

A booming voice announces, "Result: Draw!"