The Other Adventures of Nancy #8: The Arena By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Other than a few references to some comic book characters, all characters in this story are my creation. Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you try and keep their character in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * * * Nancy stepped out of the dimensional portal and found herself in a dimly lit room that reeked of the smell of sweat, blood and fear. There were several other people around her, looking way too frightened to have noticed someone appear out of thin air. The walls of the room or rather the cell she corrected herself upon seeing the bars that formed one wall were concrete with water dripping down them in several places to form puddles on the dirt floor. Suddenly the bars were pulled aside and half a dozen purple skinned aliens came in brandishing whips and electrified prods. "Ok humans, it is time for you to entertain us in the arena," said one of them as he flicked his whip at a frightened woman to get her moving. The Emperor is in attendance today, so try and die well for him." As she started to move with the others, Nancy could hear the roar of thousands of spectators rising in cheers. The cell opened onto a muddy ramp that led upwards at a modest incline towards a large opening, beyond which there appeared to be bright sunlight. Nancy hung back a little, trying to get her bearings and figure out exactly what was going on, though she had started to form a few nasty suspicions. One of the purple skinned guards poked her in the back with one of the metal prods and it sent a strong electric shock into the blonde, enough to make her stumble. "Keep moving human scum," yelled the guard and threatened Nancy again with his weapon. Now I know what a cow feels like when it is on the receiving end of a cattle prod, thought Nancy and made a mental note to feed that thing into a suitable orifice of the guard at the first opportunity she got. For now though, she increased her pace and was among the first of the group to emerge through the opening where the guards halted them and Nancy looked around curiously. It was, as she had half suspected, an arena with a vast open area surrounded by ten foot walls. Above the walls were rings of seats that could hold around twenty thousand people and every seat seemed occupied with wildly cheering beings of the same race as the guards. The noise was deafening and it almost was enough to distract attention from the other opening directly across the arena, but to Nancy's experienced eye, there was something dark and forbidding about that barred opening. There was a metallic clang from behind the small group of humans and when Nancy looked back, the opening they had come through was now barred in a similar fashion to the other opening and trapping them in the arena. Trapped with whatever was behind that second opening and even as Nancy watched, she saw its bars swing aside and several dark shapes padded out of it. "Oh fuck, those are Voxens," said a middle aged man who was standing next to Nancy. Glancing at him Nancy saw he was wearing the remnants of some kind of uniform and while he looked clearly terrified, he was forcing himself to face his fate without surrendering to the terror. "What can you tell me about them?" asked Nancy as she studied the half dozen figures that had begun to slowly stalk towards them. The man turned to look at Nancy and despite the danger, looked surprised. "Who are you? You weren't on the ship. How did you get here?" "What ship?" asked Nancy. "The Minnow," replied the man. "I was the second mate and the only member of the crew still alive, though probably not for long," he gestured to the closing figures. These, Nancy could see as they got closer, were feline, but definitely not any Earth species. The six limbs instead of the regular four made that rather obvious. "No, I wasn't on your ship," Nancy confirmed. She didn't see any point in the limited amount of time they had in starting a discussion on dimensional portals, so went with a simpler explanation. "The purple skinned aliens picked me up a few days ago and I didn't know there were other humans here until just a few minutes ago when they shoved me into that cell down below." The man grunted. "The purple guys are the Rastori and this is apparently their home planet of Rastor. I can’t tell you much more than that about them since no one had ever heard of them before they attacked our ship.” He smiled with no trace of humour in his expression. “I suppose other human ships might have encountered them before us, but if everyone is killed or captured like with what happened to us, who is left to report the meeting? By the way, my name is Middleton, Jasper Middleton, not that it matters much I suppose." "I’m Nancy," replied the blonde. She glanced behind them at the others. There were a dozen other humans, about half male and half female. Two of them were quite young, not into their teens even from the looks of them. "Getting back to our furry friends there, you called them Voxens?" "Yeah, my minor at university was in xenobiology. The boxen aren’t native to Rastor, they are the alpha predator on Borealis. Nasty, vicious things at the best of times and I suspect the Rastori don't feed them more than they have to. It helps keep an even nastier edge on the things. If you know much ancient history, you might have heard about the Romans throwing Christians to the lions as a blood sport. Well, I think all aliens are the new Christians to the Rastori." Nancy glanced up at the screaming crowd and decided the parallel was probably quite accurate. "Ok, people," she said turning to face the others. "We need to stay together and not panic and go running off. Let's form a semi circle against the arena wall there," and she gestured to the left of the barred opening. Put the kids in the center and I'll take point. Try to hit any vulnerable spots such as eyes and genitals." "Are you insane?" burst out a woman with short red hair. "We don't have a chance in hell against those things." "Well trying to fight back is better Dinah than just laying down and dying," put in a second woman and Nancy now noticed she was holding the hands of the two young children. "Those bastards killed my husband already, but they are going to have to go over my dead body to get my kids." "That's the spirit," grinned Nancy as she began to direct the others into a more defensible position. "Personally, I intend to go down fighting instead of cowering like these bastards want to see." "I have always hated optimists," said Middleton, but he moved to help organize the defence and now the voxens were only a dozen yards away. They were moving in cautiously despite their hunger, perplexed because their food was not running around and screaming like it normally did. The crowd too seemed to reflect the uncertainty of the predators as there was a faltering and uncertain note in their shouting. One of the Voxens was a short distance in front of the others, perhaps the leader thought Nancy or a young male eager to prove himself, or more grimly simply hungrier. Well, it did present an opportunity to reduce the odds a bit and maybe make the pack rethink their attack entirely. Nancy darted forward and slammed into the clearly surprised creature who was not used to the concept of food that fought back. The Voxen was about the size of an earth mountain lion and while a normal human without Aphrodite abilities wouldn't have stood much chance in this kind of one on one fight, Nancy's enhanced speed and strength made her more than a match for any one of these things. She also didn't want to prolong the fight until the rest of the pack could join in, so she wrapped her arms tightly around the neck of the Voxen and applied all her strength. The Voxen collapsed with a crushed windpipe, gasping for breath as Nancy quickly returned to the defensive perimeter. "Holy fuck, how did you do that?" demanded Middleton who was standing to her left. "I work out a lot," replied Nancy as they both watched the Boxen twitch and then lie still. The watching crowd had been stunned into silence, this was not how the script was supposed to go. A couple of the other voxens paused to sniff the corpse of their dead comrade and they stopped their advance on the humans and regarded them with yellow eyes. "How smart are these things?" Nancy asked Middleton The former second mate shrugged. "Damned if I know. All I know about them is a short article I read about them in my second year. They are feline analogues, but hunt in packs more like Earth canines. I don't think they would rank too highly on the sentient life scale, but they are probably pretty smart when it comes to hunting." "I was hoping one of them getting killed would dissuade them from attacking," said Nancy as she studied the voxens who were now starting to close in again on the ring of humans, "but I think they are probably just too damn hungry to care." As Nancy spoke, the remaining five voxens charged as a group. Nancy caught the one in the middle with a kick to the head that sent it reeling backwards and then managed to grab a second of the animals and they went down in a rolling heap on the ground. She felt claws raking at her and she twisted to avoid them, but felt several stabs of pain as the claws scored hits on her legs and arms. Nancy heard screams coming from the other humans, but couldn't see what was happening. Twisting around, the blonde agent got astride the back of the voxen as it tried to get to its feet and she pulled back its head with everything she had until there was a loud snap as its spine snapped. The creature went instantly limp under her and Nancy looked wildly towards the sounds of fighting. The other three voxens had all taken down one of the humans, but some of the others had rallied and tried to attack the creatures. Middleton was sprawled across the back of one of them, desperately trying to yank it away from its victim or at least distract it. As Nancy watched, the mother of the two children flung herself at a voxen that had another woman pinned down and gouged at the creature's eyes while screaming a war cry that might have given Conan pause. Ignoring the copious bleeding from her wounds, Nancy rushed towards the third voxen which had thrown off the feeble attempts of two men who had been trying to pull it off the woman who had thought fighting was insane. Unfortunately, it looked like she had been right in her case as the voxen had ripped out her throat on its first leap. The feline just wanted to feed now and wasn't thinking of anything else until its world became filled with pain as Nancy's boot connected with its genitals. With a horrible yowl, the creature lurched away, but Nancy didn't have time to celebrate as she caught a glimpse of the creature she had kicked out of the corner of her eye. She threw herself to the side as it leaped and felt more pain as a claw raked one shoulder, but the jaws of the animal closed only on empty air. The voxen landed and turned to spring again, but Nancy was a bit faster and already on her feet. She closed quickly on the thing and with her hands interlocked like a club, she caught the voxen a powerful blow on the side of its head, stunning it. As it tumbled onto the ground, Nancy delivered several kicks to its head and throat in rapid succession and the voxen never got up again. Spinning around to view the rest of the fight, Nancy saw another one of the voxens staggering away from the humans, its eyes now just ravaged holes and it was quickly joined by the one Middleton had been fighting. The second mate lay on the ground bleeding profusely, but he was still alive and had apparently with the help of several of the others done enough damage to the boxen to drive it off. Besides the dead woman Nancy had already seen, one more of the humans was clearly dead and all the survivors had multiple scratches, some of them looking quite serious. The surviving voxens had by now retreated to the far side of the arena, clearly not wanting any more fighting. As Nancy and the other humans stood there bleeding and wondering what would happen next, the bars over the opening they had entered the arena through swung back and a dozen or so of the purple guards appeared. "Back to your cell," snarled one of the guards giving his whip a crack. "Leave them," he ordered when the humans started to pick up their dead to bring them along. "Go fuck yourself," snapped Nancy. "We aren't leaving our dead to be food for the voxens. That isn't what we fought for." "You will do as you are told, or you will feel my prod again," growled the same guard who had used his device on Nancy before. "You can try," replied Nancy conversationally. "I don't think you are any tougher than the voxen," and she looked around at the dead creatures meaningfully. The guard raised his prod threateningly, but the leader of the group snapped an order in an alien language and he lowered it quickly. "Very well, you can bring your dead," sneered the leader to the humans. "It is your own cell you will be stinking up." * * * They were left alone in the dank cell for about an hour before the guards returned. There hadn't been much they could do for the wounded under the conditions they were kept in. There were a couple of buckets of fairly clean looking water that they used judiciously to clean the wounds and strips of clothing had been used as bandages. "It will be a miracle if the wounds don't get infected," said the woman who was the mother of the two children and who introduced herself as Carol and a nurse. She had taken charge of the first aid such as it was. "We need clean dressings and anti-biotics at the very least and some of those wounds need stitches." "I don't think the Rastori are about to provide any of that," said Middleton in a strained voice from where he sat hunched against one of the walls. He had probably the most serious wounds besides Nancy and was in a great deal of pain. "I thought you got clawed a lot worse than this," said Carol who was now examining Nancy's wounds. "Damn, some of these cuts are deep, but they are already starting to heal over. That just isn't possible without some of the latest regeneration drugs." "It is a long story," replied Nancy who could feel her healing factor working in overdrive to restore her and reduce the pain which was not inconsiderable. "The short version is I have some genetic mutations that are pretty damn efficient at dealing with injuries. I know it might sound a bit gross and even dangerous under normal circumstances, but if you take some of my blood and apply it to the wounds others took, I think it will help them." Carol shot Nancy a questioning look and then nodded. "Yeah, gross and it probably violates a zillion medical regulations, but I don't exactly see any fully equipped hospitals and bureaucrats around here. From the looks of how fast you are healing, I can see where there might be special enzymes and antibodies in your blood. Besides after what you did for us out there, I would follow you into hell if you held the door open." "You can experiment on me if you like," grinned Middleton through the pain as he had been near enough to overhear their conversation. "I'm willing to take my chances, though I hope I don't end up with a huge set of boobs like you have." "They have their advantages sometimes," Nancy admonished him. The truth in her words was borne out about an hour later when the guards showed up and demanded that she go with them. "What for?" she demanded, not wanting to be separated from the others in case they planned to do something to them while she was gone. "The Emperor wants to see you," replied the guard captain who was looking somewhat nervously at her. "He isn't in the habit of confiding in me about his intentions, but I was told to tell you that the other humans would be kept alive as hostage for your behaviour." Nancy considered this. It might well be that the guards would kill the others as soon as she was out of sight, but the guard's nervousness seemed to indicate that wasn't the case. Besides, she didn't have too many options to work with here. "Fine, let's go see what the Emperor wants then." The guard captain held up one hand in front of her. "The other stipulation is that you are to go to him naked. He wants to ensure you have no concealed weapons or anything that might be used as a weapon." "That's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard," began an indignant Carol. Nancy held up a hand to prevent any further outburst. "It doesn't bother me," she assured the other woman. "Do your best to look after the others and I will see if I can get some supplies and food sent to you." Quickly Nancy stripped off the tattered and bloody remnants of her clothes, taking the time to remove her red dragon pin and secrete it in her hair. Carol stood as a resolute shield between her and her two young children, but Nancy couldn't help but notice that the boy who was the older of the two kept trying to peek around his mother despite her injunctions for him to stop. You humans are even more disgusting without your clothes," sneered the guard captain. "Yeah, that's why you are getting a boner," remarked Nancy as she walked past him and out the small cell door into a corridor and waited patiently for him to scurry after her. * * * Elsewhere in the city, a pair of Seekers appeared in an alleyway. Their initial shapes were rather amorphous and without definition, but swiftly changed to match the purple skinned Rastori. "The target is within this city," said Seeker 198 as they emerged from the alley. "Agreed," replied Seeker 1309. "This is a Rastori city, likely their capital. They are currently extremely hostile towards humans. It may be that they will save us the trouble and eliminate the target for us." "That is possible," agreed Seeker 198. "We will precede cautiously, but if the Rastori do not quickly eliminate the target, we must be prepared to do so and as much of the city as necessary to ensure her elimination." "Agreed," said Seeker 1309. "I have the quantum grenade if it is required. Should we consider using it immediately though? That would simplify our mission." "Negative," said Seeker 198. "The Rastori are currently hostile to humanity and hence useful to our masters. We will not jeopardize that usefulness unless it is absolutely necessary. Also, we do not know if the target is currently within the blast range of the quantum grenade, so we will reserve it for a final strategy." * * * If someone was writing up a tourist brochure for Rastor, the home planet of the Rastori and the Rastorian Empire, they probably would have commented on its unique mixture of traditional elements with the futuristic. What Nancy saw then was after leaving the arena which as Middleton had noted would have done the Romans proud and which seemed hardly more evolved was a bustling, modern city. There were tall, stately buildings of more than two hundred stories built of gleaming metal and glass. Wide streets were filled with ground vehicles, while aircraft of various sizes and designs crisscrossed the sky. Nancy was shoved into a large ground vehicle with half a dozen armed guards who made no effort to hide their open ogling of her naked body. "You guys act like you never saw a naked woman before," commented Nancy, but this elicited no verbal response from the guards. Nancy could, however, see a visible tenting in the pants of the guards, so she knew something about her was getting through to them. On the premise that it never hurt to make your guards think you were a bit of a bimbo and so underestimate you, Nancy gave them a bit of a show. She crossed and uncrossed her legs to flash them her shaved pussy and also played with her nipples until they were fully hard. It was in some ways quite illogical she thought for these aliens to be getting turned on by a naked human female. You would think their natural standard of beauty would lean towards someone with purple skin, a hairless skull and six fingers per hand as she had observed in the female Rastori she had glimpsed in the arena audience. A beige skinned being with long hair and only five fingers shouldn't be attractive to them, yet their bulges clearly argued otherwise. It was almost as if some cosmic playwright had decreed human females to be universally attractive just so they could incorporate a kinky sex scene into their story. The journey across the city looked like it was going to take some time and after you have seen a few ultra modern cities, they lose their attraction somewhat, so Nancy closed her eyes and let herself fall into a light healing trance. By the time they reached the Imperial Palace, even her deepest cuts had closed up to little more than angry, red looking scratches. She was pretty sure she could take out the half dozen guards without much difficulty, but what good would that do her? Her ring had sent her to Rastor for some reason which was probably tied to the humans back in the cell at the arena. Even if she took out the guards, found her way back to the arena and freed them, then what? Getting them to a spaceport whose location she didn't know, stealing a spaceship and somehow evading any pursuit seemed like the kind of longshot that only happened in really poorly written movies. For now, it seemed wiser to play along and see what the Emperor wanted and gather more information before trying to do anything that was almost certainly doomed to failure. The only word to describe the Imperial Palace was well palatial. If you combined the decadence of Versailles, the Taj Mahal and Buckingham Palace, you still wouldn't come close to this place thought Nancy as she was led through the main doors and down several wide corridors with marble floors, and walls adorned with rich tapestries and paintings. There were hundreds of the purple skinned Rastori scurrying about and they all either openly or out of the corner of their eyes ogled her as she went past. Sheesh, had none of these people ever seen a naked woman before? At the large gold or at least gold coloured doors to the imperial audience chamber, a Rastori in glowing silver robes was waiting for them. "Lord Vash," said the guard captain with a bow of his head. Lord Vash didn't say anything for several long seconds, but let his gaze travel over Nancy's naked body from her blonde hair to her toes, though she thought he lingered more than was necessary when he encountered her breasts and pussy. "This is the human who killed three voxen bare handed?" he asked the guard captain with obvious disbelief in his voice. "Yes, Lord Vash," replied the guard captain. "I would not have credited it without your vouchsafing for it Captain Jaxel," said Lord Vash. "Is someone going to perform introductions, or do you want to continue talking about me as if I am not here?"interjected Nancy. "Silence human," snarled Lord Vash. "Slaves should be quiet unless they are permitted to speak. I will, however, indulge you this one time. I am Lord Vash, Grand Vizier and High Advisor to his excellency Emperor Telpar. His greatness wishes to meet you in the antechamber of the audience room and I was sent to conduct you to him." Both children and slaves should be seen and not heard, thought Nancy, there is probably a moral in there somewhere. You can also never trust a Grand Vizier in a story, but maybe that is just stereotyping. Having put her in her proper place, Lord Vash gestured for her and the guards to follow him and they wound their way through several corridors until they came to a small, plain looking door on which the Grand Vizier knocked. The door swung open to reveal the largest Rastori that Nancy had yet seen. He didn't quite have to turn sideways to go through the door, but he definitely would have to duck. "I have brought the human to see his excellence as he requested," said Lord Vash. The giant didn't say anything, but stood aside to let Nancy enter the room and then closed the door in the face of Lord Vash when he made to follow her into the room. When Lord Vash had called it an antechamber, Nancy had imagined a small room where the emperor might retreat to for a rest while conducting imperial business, but the room she found herself in was several times larger than the penthouse apartments of some of the rich and famous she had visited on Earth. There were, however, only three people in the luxuriously appointed room. Besides her and the guard, there was a medium sized Rastori dressed in gold robes, similar in design to those worn by Lord Vash, though looking another step or two up on the expensive scale. This, Nancy assumed, was Emperor Telpar and he was currently gnawing on what looked suspiciously like a chicken drumstick. Or at least the Rastori equivalent "Make her kneel Moustafa," said Emperor Telpar with a wave of his chicken leg and before Nancy could react a massive hand smashed down on the back of her head and sent her sprawling to the richly carpeted floor. "You cost me a lot of money and status," said the emperor conversationally as Nancy looked up somewhat fuzzily at him from her position on the floor. Nancy opened her mouth to ask him what the hell he was talking about, but glanced back at the looming Moustafa and closed it again as there was no point in getting concussed for nothing. The emperor, however had noticed and gave another wave of his chicken leg. "I give you permission to speak." "I don't understand how I cost you anything," said Nancy as she carefully moved from her prone position to kneeling so as not to trigger any reaction from Moustafa. Nancy had already added the large bodyguard to her list of people she had a score to settle with, but now wasn't the time for that. "There is always betting on the outcome of matches in the arena," said Emperor Telpar. "When an emperor loses a bet, it causes doubt among his subjects." "I find it hard to believe anyone would have bet against the voxen," replied Nancy. "Of course, no one would," sneered Telpar. "The bet was on how many minutes before the voxen had killed all of you humans. The pathetic vermin only managed to kill two of you. I, of course, had the ones you didn't kill exterminated immediately." Nancy felt a flash of unexpected sympathy for the voxen who had only been following their instincts. They had been starved half to death and then shown what to them would only seem like food. What else could the things have done? "May I ask why you have brought me here?" she asked, putting thoughts of the voxen aside. "You are going to help me recoup my money and my status," replied the emperor. Nancy knew before she asked the question that she was going to regret asking it. "How am I going to do that?" "In two ways. First, you are going to become my personal champion in the arena. You are what I believe humans call an Aphrodite, though other species have other terms for your kind." Telpar saw the flash of surprise in Nancy's eyes and smiled wolfishly. "I am not aware of anyone else in my empire who has made a study of the Aphrodite genotype. There are parts of the story that are so far in the past that sometimes all I have is speculation. The short version is that there once was a near galactic wide empire who created Aphrodite females for sex slaves. In time and in some places, science might have become confused with myth and the creators remembered as gods." Telpar shrugged, "Something happened to that unnamed empire. It might have been plague or war, but it vanished. On many worlds, however, they left behind their sex slaves who as either a deliberate manipulation or an unforeseen side effect often possessed powers and abilities beyond the normal. As soon as I saw you fight in the arena, I knew what you were. If I had any doubts, your near lack of any sign of wound after such a short time is more proof. You will be my ringer in arena combat. I shall pit you against the mightiest gladiators and when you defeat them, I shall reap the rewards." "Sounds like a plan," Nancy allowed, though she didn't especially like the fact she would be pitted against the best fighters they could find. Being an Aphrodite didn't mean you were automatically the better fighter and couldn't be killed when you ran into someone who was just a bit faster and stronger. The more you fought, the greater the odds were that you would do precisely that, so fighting in the arena didn't promise a long and happy life. "I believe you mentioned there were two parts to your plan?" she finally ventured. "Ah yes," Telpar smiled. "It will also add to my status to have this fiercest and most feared warrior as my personal concubine. In fact, your introduction to that service will happen shortly in the audience chamber for all to see. Let me forestall any objections you might raise by reminding you that I hold the lives of the other humans in my hands. I saw your weakness in how you fought so valiantly for them, so I know you will do whatever I want to keep them alive." If Telpar hadn't already been on her list of people that Nancy planned to settle a score with, he now added himself close to the top. That reckoning, however, would have to be postponed to some future date. "I, of course accept your generous offer," replied Nancy, "and I would never dream of trying to bargain with your excellence, but I would humbly request that the other humans be given better accommodations and medical treatment for their injuries." "You are wise to frame your words as a humble request," replied Telpar gravely. "It shall be done and they will not be sent into the arena again as long as you please me in both my required services." "Thank you my lord," replied Nancy bowing her head to touch the ground and contented herself with images of disembowelling the asshole when she could do so safely. * * * Emperor Telpar sat on a large golden throne on a raised dais with his Grand Vizier and Chief Asshole Lord Vash standing beside him. Nancy saw a second, smaller throne on one of the wide steps, one level below Telpar and it was occupied by a female Rastori who looked like she had swallowed the earth equivalent of several large pickles. This was the emperor's sister Telmie who the emperor kept close apparently following that old universal advice about where you kept your friends and enemies. There were several hundred other Rastori in the large room who all seemed to be trying to dress more lavishly and wear more jewels than the others without rivalling the emperor who brooked no rivals. Lord Vash struck a small gong that sat beside the emperor's throne with a small hammer he had produced from somewhere in his robes and the buzzing in the room fell to absolute silence. "Attend all you nobles of the court of his excellence Emperor Telpar, ruler of land, sea and all the stars in the heavens. It is his pleasure to proclaim that he has selected a new imperial champion for the arena." The guard behind Nancy gave her a prod in the ass with his spear and that was her signal to climb the shallow steps to kneel in front of the emperor. "His new champion will now demonstrate her unswerving fealty to his excellence!" Nancy had been prepped for her role in this farce and she could feel several hundred pairs of eyes on her as she lifted up the emperor's golden robe to reveal his throbbing erection. It was a darker purple than the rest of the body and not that different in shape from a human cock, though the head was more bulbous than that of an average human. There were two circular holes in the tip as apparently the Rastori had separate tubes for sperm and urine and the large scrotum had four testicles which promised a nasty surprise to come. Oh well, time to be a good little sex slave and degrade myself, thought Nancy as she flicked out her tongue and swirled it around the large plum sized head. "Ah yes my little human whore, worship my mighty imperial member," moaned Telpar as he ran his hands through Nancy's blonde hair. Assholes are assholes, no matter what species or where they come from in the galaxy decided Nancy as she took the cock head into her mouth. They seem to have a universal need to run their mouths to try and show how superior they are and don't realize they just end up sounding like jerks. Oh well, let's get this little humiliation out of the way as quickly as I can, the loudmouths are often the quickest to cum. She wrapped her lips tighter around the purple shaft and began to plunge her mouth up and down on the cock, making sure to produce the requisite gagging and choking sounds to boost his ego. Nancy reached out with one hand and gently cupped the large dangling balls which also met with the emperor's approval, at least according to the moan he let out. From the corner of her eyes, Nancy could see the emperor's sister watching intently and squirming a bit on her throne, her sour expression replaced with one of lust at the sight of the human blowing her brother. Nancy could also see the tent in the robes of Lord Vash which somehow didn't come as a shock, considering his previous ogling of her body. "Oh fuck yes, make me cum you human slut," groaned Telpar and then his hands gripped Nancy's head and held it in place as his four pack of balls began to spew thick, warm goo down Nancy's throat. The blonde agent made sure to swallow every drop as it had been explained to her that an emperor's seed was too precious for a single drop to be spilled. That kind of talk tended to translate into the person doing the sucking getting a good whipping in Nancy's experience, so she made sure not a drop was wasted. It was a near thing though as the Rastori had indeed produced at least double the average amount of cum for a human and at a high speed which made getting it all down without mishap a challenge. Thankfully, Nancy had more than enough experience with swallowing such big loads, though Lord Vash appeared to be a little disappointed. He is probably one of those who think a good whipping of a slave is a fun time, thought Nancy. "You have done well my champion," said Telpar as he pulled his cock from Nancy's mouth and returned it to under his robe. "You will share my bed tonight and tomorrow, we will find you a worthy opponent in the arena." Oh goody, I can hardly wait for either of those rewards, thought Nancy. * * * After her audience with the emperor, Nancy was led through the palace to a small room which was almost as bare as some of the prison cells she had been in over the years. There was a bed and a chair and that was it. The one good feature was the private bathroom which included a large tub. Nancy doubted she would spend much time sleeping in this room, but at least sex slaves in the empire were expected to be clean from the looks of things. Apparently they were not expected or allowed to wear clothes as the room had no clothing and none had been brought by the time she had a long hot bath. She was brought a fairly nutritious if somewhat bland meal on a tray which she ate using the chair as a makeshift table while sitting on the bed. An hour or so after Nancy finished eating a pair of guards came to fetch her to the emperor's personal quarters. Moustafa was standing guard outside the door and gave her ass a slap as she went past. Strike two for him, thought Nancy grimly as she entered yet another lavishly furnished room where the emperor was waiting for her, wearing only a dressing robe. "Ah there you are my lovely one," said Telpar as he once more ran his eyes over Nancy's nude body and made her feel like she already needed another bath to clean the residue his eyes left on her skin. "I have had your friends brought to the palace. You may visit them in the morning to assure yourself that they are unharmed." "Thank-you my lord," replied Nancy, bowing her head and keeping her eyes downcast as befitted a good little sex toy. "Your ability in bed will be thanks enough," replied Emperor Telpar as he dropped his robe to once more reveal his throbbing erection and he gestured Nancy towards a bed large enough to hold a marching band with room left over for the cheerleaders. "You will also repay my generosity tomorrow afternoon as I have arranged your first solo match in the arena." "I shall do my best to earn your generosity," replied Nancy as she straddled the emperor's groin and teasingly rubbed her pussy against his hard cock. "I am sure you will," agreed Telpar and then he gave a loud moan of pleasure as Nancy slipped his cock between her labia and slowly lowered herself onto it until the entire length was buried inside her. Nancy tightened her pussy around the emperor's member and began to drive herself up and down using her leg muscles. After a while, Telpar reached up and grabbed two handfuls of her large, dangling breasts and began to knead and squeeze them as Nancy continued to ride up and down on his cock. Nancy varied the pace, going faster for a while until she saw the emperor was close to cumming and then she slowed down to tease him. "Fuck woman, you are as good in bed as you are in the arena," growled Telpar. "I am so close to cumming despite your teasing, but I am going to fill you to overflowing with my seed." With a loud grunt, the emperor held Nancy in place, fully impaled on his cock and began to empty his balls into her. As promised, his imperial cum filled up Nancy's pussy and squeezed out around his shaft to run down her inner thighs in a white sticky river. After he finished cumming, Telpar pushed Nancy off him and lay there panting. "Give me a few minutes to recover wench and then I am going to sample that ass of yours. I suspect it will be just as heavenly as your cunt was." The emperor had an amazing amount of both stamina and cum as he did indeed fuck her ass for a good hour before cumming a second time. After that, Telpar fell into a deep sleep and Nancy gladly joined him as by then she was running on the last of her reserves. The fight in the arena and the overdrive her healing factor had gone into to take care of her wounds along with several hours of sex with Telpar had drained her. * * * "How are they treating you? Nancy asked Middleton the next morning when she was escorted to their cell in the basement of the palace. "It's a better quality of dungeon anyway," replied the second mate. "They gave us food which isn't crawling with bugs at least and clean water. They took away the bodies of Dinah and Alex which I didn't like, but realistically we couldn't keep them with us any longer. They said they would cremate them which I guess is better than feeding them to animals." As the man spoke, he tried not to stare at Nancy's naked body, but his eyes kept returning to her breasts like two opposite poles of a magnet. "Look, the guards were sniggering when they moved us and fell all over themselves to tell us about the deal you cut with the emperor and what it cost you. For what it is worth, I, we are all grateful to you." Nancy looked down at her naked body and then back up into Middleton's eyes. "Yeah, it is not the kind of glorious rescue they depict in holovids is it?" She glanced around the cell and didn't see any signs of cameras or microphones. She didn't think the Rastori went in much for subtle, but she lowered her voice anyway. "I'm still working on a more permanent escape, but that might take time. We didn't have a chance to talk much at the arena, What were the details behind you ending up in this place?” "The Minnow was mainly a freighter with some limited passenger capacity. We were on a routine run to Cygnus IV, a route I have been on a dozen times when an unknown ship suddenly appeared and opened fire on us. We weren't armed and we lost people in that first volley including First Mate Gilligan and some of the passengers. We were disabled and then they boarded us. Captain Hale and the rest of the crew were killed trying to resist the boarding. I only survived because I got knocked out, so they took me with the surviving passengers. In hindsight, there have been a couple of other ships that have disappeared without a trace over the last year or so and the Rastori might be behind it. They did seem to be familiar with humans at least, but if anyone from those ships survived, we haven't seen any sign of them" Nancy nodded grimly and the pair briefly shared a memory of the voxen. "Look, just try to hang in there. I will visit you when I can to make sure the emperor is keeping his word." Middleton nodded and Nancy knocked on the cell door to let the guards know she was ready to leave. * * * At the arena, Nancy was taken to a room where a tall, yellow skinned alien was waiting for her. "I am Holgan of the Carrom. I have been assigned as your trainer and armorer for as long as you can survive in the arena." "That's not the greatest pep talk I ever heard," observed Nancy. Holgan grunted. "I saw you fight against the voxen, so I don't doubt your ability or courage, but the arena wears one down. Day after day, the pressure and the fatigue grows, small injuries accumulate and you slow down just enough that one day you dodge a blow just a fraction of a second too late. That is bad enough, but you must also bear the burden of being the emperor's new favourite." "Why does that last bit matter?" asked Nancy. "For two main reasons," replied Holgan. "First, it paints a target on your back. All the other fighters will try just that much harder to defeat the emperor's champion and win glory and a longer life for themself. The second reason is the emperor is a untrustworthy son of a bitch. At some point, he will tire of you as he has tired of dozens of others in the past. He will find a new champion to pit against you and stack the odds in their favour, or he may simply decide to bet against you one day and if that happens, he will again stack the odds against you." "It sounds like you know what you are talking about," observed Nancy. Holgan laughed. "I was once the emperor's champion girl," and now as Holgan moved over to one wall and selected a sword from the rack there, Nancy noticed he moved with a bad limp. "I was Telpar's champion for nearly a year, winning over a hundred battles for him until he decided to bet heavily against me. I was badly injured as you have noticed and never fought again. Losers of fights are normally dead or killed, but Telpar spared my life. I had made him a lot of money by winning and even more by my loss, so he spared me in a rare moment of generosity and now I train his newest victims." "I don't intend to be anyone's victim," declared Nancy as she took the sword Holgan held out to her. "What you want or intend doesn't matter girl," snorted Holgan. "eventually everyone who enters the arena dies there." "Except you," Nancy pointed out. "Yeah, lucky me," replied Holgan. "Still, I will die here in captivity one day. Nothing is for certain here and one day the emperor might decide I am more useful as voxen food." "I have never encounter the Rastori or the Carrom before," said Nancy changing the topic. "What can you tell me about the Rastori and your own people if you are willing to share." Holgan shrugged. "I can't see how it will help you, but I will tell you what I know about the Rastori. My own world was conquered and absorbed into the Rastori Empire about twenty years ago. Their ships came out of nowhere and attacked without mercy. To the Rastori, all other species are insignificant and only fit to serve them. The Rastori have only risen to empire in the last fifty years. They did not develop the technology they use and which you have doubtless seen in the city. Fifty years ago, they had not even discovered space travel. That goes a long way to explaining why they still cherish such barbarian things such as the arena. That is a part of the culture that space faring races have normally left far behind" Nancy nodded. "That is largely true for my home world of Earth, though some of the team sports we still have tend to reflect our more barbaric past. How did they get the technology?" asked Nancy. "That I don't know for sure," replied Holgan. "I gathered that the technology was a gift from some other race, but what their motives for doing so, or who they were is hidden from me." Nancy filed this information away for now. It was possible that someone, such as those backing Perfection, were aiming the Rastori at humanity as part of their plan, but it might just be run of the mill aggression. "So, what is up for me this afternoon?" she inquired. "You have drawn Grok," replied Holgan. "He is a big brute from Korinth. He has won a dozen fight so far and I think he figured he was in line to become the emperor's next champion which means he is going to be extra motivated to kill you. My instructions for you said a sword and that's it." "It would be nice if I got some clothes," replied Nancy, "but I suspect that is part of the entertainment package." "We've never had a whore as the emperor's champion before," replied Holgan. "It is creating a lot of interest and betting." "Well, at least I don't seem to be stimulating you with my body," observed Nancy looking pointedly at Holgan's groin. Holgan laughed. "Sorry girl, the standard for female beauty on my world consists of large women with double my weight and eight nipples. I find you as sexually attractive as one of the voxen." * * * Nancy stood in the center of the arena and watched Grok approach. She had been let out into the arena first, mainly she suspected so the thousands of spectators could ogle her naked body. Unlike Holgan, Human females seemed to be just fine in terms of sexual desirability among the Rastori. Nancy sighed and turned her attention back to Grok. While she had only a sword, it seemed that Emperor Telpar had decided to spice up the show and change the odds a bit by giving Grok some kind of flexible, metal armour that covered him from foot to neck as well as having a metal helmet and a large shield to go with his sord. Nancy glanced at the odds board that she had been too busy to notice in her first frenzied trip into the arena and saw Grok was now favoured at 3:1 odds. Apparently the oddsmakers were quite willing to overlook what she had accomplished the previous day when they saw the heavily armoured Grok advancing on the naked whore. "I don't suppose you want to call the fight a draw and go back to our cells for a refreshing glass of almost clean water?" asked Nancy when Grok was only a few paces away. The little of her opponent that she could see where he wasn't covered by the armour showed a humanoid with green tinted skin. At nearly seven feet in height, Nancy felt like she was going up against the Hulk, or at least his little brother. "I intend to reduce your body to small bloody lumps of flesh," declared Grok. "Once I have done that, I shall be Emperor Telpar's champion. as is my right." "I guess I will put that down as a 'no'," replied Nancy. "You should be careful what you wish for though. You might also have to share Telpar's bed if you win." Grok narrowed his eyes at her and charged forward swinging his sword in a powerful arc, intending to cut her in half and end this farce as quickly as he could. Nancy danced back out of range as she studied Grok's style. There was no doubt she was faster and more agile than he was, but while that would keep her away from him, it wouldn't do much towards defeating him. It was hard to tell about strength until she tested herself against him. Her Aphrodite genes gave her a lot more strength than she appeared to have, but Grok was definitely a powerhouse in his own right. Damn Telpar all to hell for being such a clever bastard, thought Nancy as she closed with Grok and their swords clashed and locked. The huge alien strained to throw her back and he was visibly surprised when the tiny human was able to hold her ground and then with a grunt threw him back several paces. With Grok off balance, Nancy quickly brought her sword around and struck at his sword arm only to have her blade bounce off the armour without inflicting any damage to the armour or Grok,. Nancy threw herself backwards in a backflip with everything she had just in time to dodge Grok's counter attack. Time to end this stupidity, she huffed and brought the flat of her sword down with all her strength on Grok's extended wrist and the sword fell from his numb hand. The blonde fainted a low blow and when Grok instinctively moved his shield to protect his valuables, Nancy drove the point of her sword through one of the few places not protected by mail, to wit through Grok's right eye into his brain. Nancy could hear the crowd screaming in excitement as Grok's body toppled backwards onto the ground. * * * Nancy's win in the arena seemed to energize Emperor Telpar to new heights that night. It had a lot to do with psychology, decided Nancy as she lay on her back in the huge bed while the emperor straddled her chest and titty fucked her. He was demonstrating his dominance over the person who had won such a huge victory in the arena. The fact that he needed Moustafa and a dozen hostages to ensure her submission was irrelevant in his mind. "You were magnificent today," Telpar gasped as sweat poured off his body as he slid his dark purple member between Nancy's large, soft globes. "I made more betting on you today than I have in the last three months." Nancy glanced around the luxuriously appointed room in a palace that screamed decadence and wondered why in the hell someone with this much wealth cared about the money he made or lost betting on the arena events. It all came back to needing to prove his dominance she decided. He needed to prove his greatness by dominating her in bed which in turn made him feel superior to all the great warriors in the arena and through his betting, he was trying to prove how much better he was than the other Rastori nobles. "Oh fuck whore I am cumming," screamed Telpar as his cock began to spurt blasts of hot cum over Nancy's breasts and face. By the time his double set of balls were empty, Nancy's face was a white mask and her blonde hair plastered to her skull. "Go back to your room and clean yourself up," said Telpar as he climbed off Nancy's chest and admired his handiwork. "I have a meeting scheduled with Lord Vash to discuss important matters of state tonight. I had to release some tension among other things first, or I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate." Nancy had to walk back to her room with cum dripping from her face which drew looks of disgust and snickers from those she passed in the halls. It was just another way for Telpar to show his dominance to the world. Nancy was still soaking in the large tub in her bathroom when she was surprised to hear the outer door open. The door was kept locked with a pair of guards on it, so someone dropping in for a friendly visit seemed unlikely unless it was the emperor himself. The bathroom door slid open and the mystery was resolved when the emperor's sister stepped into the room. “I don’t see why my pig of a brother should be the only one to enjoy your body,” said Telmie as she let the yellow robe she was wearing drop to the floor and leaving her naked. Nancy liked to pride herself on not being surprised at much. That tended to come from careful planning and considering all possibilities and contingencies. In this case, however, she certainly had not anticipated this development and she watched almost hypnotized as the naked Rastori noblewoman stepped into the large tub and lowered her body onto herself. Rastori women seemed to have a skin colour that was several shades lighter than their male counterparts. While Telpar was quite dark, his sister was more of the shade of lilac, with darker shading only found in her nipples and labia. Telmie captured Nancy’s lips in a hungry kiss and a larger than human, dark purple tongue pushed its way into the blonde’s mouth. Hogan would be disappointed that she only has two nipples thought Nancy as she felt the alien woman’s large breasts press into her own. Well it seems like my options are to scream rape and call for the guards who she probably bribed or go along with this decided Nancy as she wrapped her arms around Telmie, running her hands down the other woman’s bare back until she cupped two round mountains of ass cheeks. “Mmmmm, you are as good at love making as my brother says,” purred Telmie when she finally broke the kiss and pulled her tongue from Nancy’s mouth where the blonde could have sworn it had gone into her throat, it had been that deep. “You are too kind your excellence,” replied Nancy meekly as she tried to figure out where any possible landmines were hidden in this latest development. “Kindness is not something I am renowned for,” replied Telmie candidly, “but I can be generous to those who serve me faithfully. We will speak of what other services you can be to me after our lovemaking.” Oh goody, more palace intrigue, thought Nancy, but then something else caught her attention and made her think about something else. One other difference between Rastori women and human females was the size of the Rastori clit. They were certainly not shemales or hermaphrodites if you wanted a more polite term, but Telmie’s clit was nearly two inches long. As Nancy lay under the noblewoman, she felt Telmie position her clit against her netherlips and it pushed far enough inside to lock them together. Once more kissing Nancy, Telmie began to move her hips and grind her body into the blonde in an ever increasing frenzy. After several minutes of this, Nancy felt Telmie ‘s body stiffen and then shudder after shudder of orgasm racing through the alien body. They lay entwined like that in the water for another few minutes before Telmie finally stirred and got off of Nancy and out of the tub. “My body cries out for more, but there is not time now. Telpar is in a meeting with Vash, but he could be done at anytime. I have been wanting to sample your body since I first laid eyes on you in the audience chamber and could not wait any longer. Listen to me attentively now though human whore. If something were to happen to my dear sweet brother, I would become Empress of the Rastorian Empire and I would be grateful to the person who helped me achieve such a thing. I bid you to think seriously about that. Also, you should think equally seriously about your peril if you stand in the way of my desires. Before Nancy could formulate a reply, Telmie donned her robe and was gone, leaving wet footprints on the floor. Nancy lay back in the tub and blew out a sigh. How could this situation get any worse? * * * While Nancy was called into service in Telpar’s bed every night, she was given a reprieve from fighting in the arena for several days. During those days, she trained intensively with Holgan whom she learned to greatly respect and consider a friend. For his part, Holgan was amazed at how quickly the human female mastered weapons she had never used before. “I have used a saleth, for twenty years and after two days you are my equal,” panted the yellow skinned alien as he and Nancy sparred with a weapon that was a weird cross between a trident and a sword. “Having a talent for the destructive arts is built into my genes,” replied Nancy as they finished the session and racked their weapons in the training room. “I sometimes wish I had a talent that didn’t involve fighting and killing.” Holgan arched an eyebrow and gestured to her sweat coated and still naked body. “I mean no insult to you girl, but from the jests the guards make, you have demonstrated a talent in bed that few can surpass. It has even piqued my curiosity as repulsive as your form is to me.” “Sex is just another form of fighting,” replied Nancy somewhat bitterly. “Surely not totally,” countered Holgan. “It is the source of new life after all.” “Maybe for others, but not for me,” replied Nancy as she headed for the showers. Nancy’s second fight in the arena pitted her against Lorax, a being from the planet Merus. He was smaller than Grok, but much faster as if someone had noticed Nancy’s considerable edge in that regard in her first fight and was trying to nullify that advantage. Rather than the hair and skin of humans, Lorax’s body was covered with very fine interlocking scales that suggested a reptilian origin. He was armed not with a large sword like Grok, but a more slender rapier like blade while Nancy had only been allowed a knife. “We don’t have to fight and kill each other,” Nancy had said when she faced Lorax in the center of the arena and the crowds screamed for blood. Lorax shook his head. “I have been promised my freedom if I kill you human. It is the only way I can go home to my mate and younglings. It is nothing personal against you, but I have no choice but to kill you.” Lorax was good enough and fast enough to score a few hits on Nancy as she tried too hard to defeat him without killing him. Her wounds were not serious, but between them and Lorax’s continued rejection of her offers to end the fight, she finally felt herself getting annoyed and she threw the knife at Lorax’s head. He dodged easily, but that had been precisely what Nancy had wanted as it allowed her to chop down on his wrist with a flat handed blow that numbed the alien’s nerves and made him drop the sword. Lorax was no match for her in hand to hand combat and she soon had him on the ground with her arm across his throat. “Kill him, kill him, kill him,” screamed the crowd. “Fuck you,” muttered Nancy looking up at the spectators and walked away from Lorax, leaving him alive on the ground. A squad of the purple skinned guards almost immediately came charging into the arena. They ignored Nancy and before she could react, their spears and swords rained down on Lorax and reduced him to a bloody corpse. “Bastards,” snarled Nancy and balled her hands into fists at her sides as she glared at the guards. She longed to tear into them for what they had done and in fact it took every bit of her control not to do so as she fought to remember her mission and the other humans who depended on her. “You didn’t have to kill him.” “All matches are to the death by the decree of the emperor,” replied Captain Joxel. “It is a lesson that you must learn,” and he produced a tube like device and aimed it at Nancy. When he touched a button on it, Nancy felt a tremendous pain wrack her body and drive her to her knees. It had happened so quickly and was so new to her that she had no time to brace herself for it as every neuron in her body felt like it was on fire. “That is the Terrox Force,” said Joxel as he released the button and put the tube away. “You experienced only ten seconds of it, and a full minute is lethal to any being it has been used on. The emperor decrees that if you disobey again, it will be used to execute you.” Nancy staggered to her feet and stumbled from the arena, barely able to walk, but damned if she was going to crawl in front of the bastards. That night Telpar added to her punishment as he handed her over to Moustafa and the rest of the guards to do with her as they pleased. The huge bodyguard was not gifted with a small penis as many large men are, but instead he was hung like a bull. His cock was much larger in length and girth then the emperors and he was an ass man. He forced Nancy onto her hands and knees and mounted her ass from behind, driving his massive member into her ass with savage force. It was only Nancy’s healing factor that saved her again as the alien took her without any lubrication. Nancy bit down hard enough on her bottom lip to draw blood to keep from screaming with pain as Moustafa hammered his cock in and out of her rear entrance with a bestial like ferocity. The only relief came when he unloaded his spunk into her, the thick goo oddly soothing the pain. That had only been the start of the long night, however, as the rest of the guards now took their turn with her. Sometimes it was just a single guard, but often Nancy’s body was left shuddering under the impact of two or even three cocks shoved into her mouth, ass and pussy. When morning came, Telpar appeared and looked down at Nancy’s cum coated body while more semen dribbled from all of her abused openings. “I trust you have learned it is not wise to disobey me. This is your first and only warning.” Nancy could only nod her head in understanding as her throat was too abused for speech. ** * It was another three days before Nancy was returned to the arena and she wondered if Telpar had already tired of her and bet against her when she saw her opponent. She had been surprized when Holgan had given her a large double headed battle axe for her only weapon and more surprised when she was held back while her unknown opponent entered the arena. The audience had clearly enjoyed ogling her naked body while she waited to fight, but now she could hear an even more deafening roar than any time in her first three appearances from the assembled crowd. When she was let into the arena, Nancy saw why the crowd had been so amped up. The central mass of the thing was about the size of an elephant, though it had no legs. What it did have were several dozen tentacles that started out roughly twice the diameter of her waist where they joined the central mass and then tapered to roughly the size of her arm at the tip. The creature was vomit green in colour with here and there flecks of other colours. An opening large enough to swallow a horse in the central mass was another feature that was hard to miss, especially since it was lined with several rows of foot long teeth. The sentience or lack thereof the creature quickly became a moot point for Nancy who didn’t get a chance to inquire about it before the thing surged towards her with unexpected speed, walking on some of its tentacles. Nancy retreated and hacked at the tentacles that reached for her, lopping off great chunks from them. This damn thing must have been invented by Hydra, thought Nancy since it seemed like two tentacles reached for her with every one she hacked. Some of the tentacles eventually got through, wrapping around Nancy’s arms, legs and torso and only with skill and more than a bit of luck was she able to retain her grip on the axe and cut her way free. Rough suckers on the tips of the tentacles tore at her skin and soon her blood was added to the growing pool of foul smelling liquid dripping from the creatures hacked limbs. It was starting to look like a war of attrition thought Nancy with the loser being the one that bled to death first. Her healing factor was doing its best, but Nancy felt herself weakening as the battle continued with the arena floor now looking more like a slaughterhouse. The end came suddenly and at first it appeared fatally for the blonde as she slipped on the mud created by the blood and fell onto her back on the ground. Several tentacles latched onto her legs and she was pulled rapidly towards the maw in the central mass. Somehow, Nancy had hung on to the axe and rather than trying to cut the tentacles holding her, Nancy let herself be dragged towards the creature. She put all her failing strength into a blow into the softer tissue of the central mass and heard the creature make a sound for the first time. It was an ear piercing scream of rage and pain that reminded Nancy too much of Lorax, but there was nothing for it but to continue and she swung the axe again and again. The tendrils holding her legs released Nancy and getting to her unsteady feet, the blonde continued to wield the axe until the creature lay unmoving and cut into hundreds of bloody chunks. Nancy was drenched from head to toe in the creature’s gore and her own blood and whether the cheering crowd understood the gesture or not, she dropped the axe and gave them both middle fingers as she stumbled out of the arena. “I don’t think I can take much more of this,” muttered Nancy to Holgan as he met her at the arena entrance and let her lean on him as he guided her towards the training area and the shower. “I didn’t know they were putting you up against a Kraklor,” said Holgan as he turned on the water and shoved Nancy under the spray. Nancy had to clench her teeth to keep from screaming as the water beat down on her wounds. The water in the shower ran red for several minutes then pink in a slowly decreasing intensity for several more before it finally ran clear. “What did you call that thing again?” asked Nancy as she stumbled out of the shower and began to gingerly pat at her body, trying not to reopen any of her wounds as her healing factor screamed at her that there were limits to what it could do. “A Kraklor,” replied Hogan as he returned from the door where he had been talking to the guards. “I think they are sentient, but it is a level of intelligence that is so different from humanoids, that so far no one has found a way to communicate with them. The Rastori found one in a badly damaged ship and being good little bloodthirsty bastards they used it for special occasions in the arena. Normally, they give a dozen or so hapless newcomers weapons and send them out to fight the thing. They don’t use it too often since after eating those poor bastards, it goes into a deep sleep for a couple of months.” “I seem to have given it a case of terminal indigestion,” said Nancy as she sagged onto a bench and just sat there feeling too weak to move. “At the end there though, I felt it was just one more victim of this fucking place.” “I think you are right, but they gave you no choice,” replied Hogan. “I told the guards that you are in no shape to return to the palace tonight, even the emperor has to be able to see that.” Nancy only nodded in mute agreement and let Holgan guide her towards the cot he normally slept on. “It looks like you finally got me into your bed,” remarked Nancy as she collapsed into the cot. “You are still short six nipples and at least three hundred pounds for me to find you attractive,” retorted Hogan, but Nancy was already asleep. ** * Nancy slept for twelve hours and only woke up when she felt someone climbing on top of her and more to the point, something hard rubbing over her stomach. Her first thought was that maybe Holgan had been deceiving her all along, but she offered up a quick mental apology when she got her eyes to focus and saw Lord Vash leering down at her. “The emperor requested that I investigate how you were doing after your monumental battle with the Kraklor,” said Vash as he reached down and roughly grabbed Nancy’s boobs in his strong hands and squeezed them while the blonde could feel his cock leaking slimy precum over her stomach. “I doubt he intended this type of an intimate investigation,” remarked Nancy who made no move to throw the Grand Vizier off as she was tempted to do. “Probably not,” conceded Vash, “but I have been wanting a chance to be alone with you for some time. Pleasure before business though I think. I cannot tell you how much you inflamed my desire last night when I saw you standing in the arena covered in blood and gore. Truly magnificent!” Truly sick, thought Nancy, but instead of voicing that idea, she reached down a hand and began to gently stroke Vash’s hard cock. “Yes, I can see the idea turns you on too,” said Vash as he thrust his cock into Nancy’s hand. “Maybe when the emperor is out of the way, we can have some fun with whips my dear. Would you like that?” “I would love it,” murmured Nancy who was sure that if whips came into the picture she and Vash had very different ideas about who was on which end of the whip. “I thought you would like that,” gasped Vash as he lifted himself up and grasping his member with one hand guided it towards Nancy’s pussy. He gave a louder moan of pleasure as he slowly sank his cock into her an inch at a time until he was fully hilted. He paused there for several seconds, savouring the feel of the warm flesh around his cock and then began to rapidly pump his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out with enough force that Nancy was worried that Holgan’s little cot might collapse. “Oh yes, that’s it fuck me,” moaned Nancy who decided the Grand Vizier’s ego could use a little stroking just as she had done with his cock earlier. “Fuck me hard and shoot your load in me!” she begged and that was enough to inspire Lord Vash to drive his cock into her even harder and faster until with a great cry, he began to empty his balls deep inside her. After he came, Vash continued to lie on top of Nancy with his cock still inside her pussy while he toyed absently with her breasts as if thinking about something. Finally he gave his head a shake and took one of her nipples in each hand and pinched them while he stared down into Nancy’s eyes. “You are in a unique position to do me and the Rastorian Empire a great service.” “I don’t understand my lord,” replied Nancy, despite having a pretty damn good idea already of what was coming next. “Telpar is not worthy of being our emperor,” replied Vash. “If you were to kill him, I could seize power and then you would find me very grateful.” Yeah for about all of three seconds until you decided to clean up some loose ends, thought Nancy, but it didn’t seem prudent to say that. “I am not saying no, but I would need to know just how grateful you are willing to be and what of Telmie? Would she not automatically succeed her brother?” “Telmie has some support,” admitted Vash, “but I have more among the nobles and the palace guard. She is only a woman after all. I may even allow her to live as my slave. As to your reward, what is it you desire?” “That’s simple enough,” replied Nancy, “a spaceship to carry me and the other humans home.” “I thought you would suggest something like that,” smiled Vash. “Indeed, I have already secured such a ship in anticipation of your request. It is fueled and sitting ready on a pad at the spaceport as we lie here.” ‘Not that I don’t trust you,” replied Nancy as she squeezed her pussy tighter around Vash’s cock and made him moan with pleasure, “but I will need some proof of your statement before I act.” “I have had many put to death for daring to question my word,” said Vash, but there was little heat in his voice. “I am certain you have,” agreed Nancy as she wrapped her legs around Vash and began to gently thrust herself against him. “Still, I would be a fool to not ask for some proof.” “I suppose that is true enough, gasped Vash. He had never gone soft after cumming inside Nancy and now he began to thrust in and out again, eager to repeat their lovemaking. “I will give you computer access here in the training area to the ship I have prepared so you can verify my good faith. Is that acceptable” “Very,” murmured Nancy as she pulled Vash’s mouth down to hers and kissed him hard while he fucked her for the second time. * * * “I didn’t think Lord Vash was such a fool,” said Holgan an hour later as he looked over Nancy’s shoulder at the computer screen. “I mean no one who is worthy of being emperor would ever give someone like you access to a computer. What was he thinking?” “He was thinking with his cock,” replied Nancy as her fingers danced over the keyboard. “Unlike you, he finds me very sexually attractive and when most men do that, their brains stop working.” Hogan nodded at his cot and shuddered. “Yes I noticed that and now I need to requisition a new bed since I am not sleeping in that one again.” “You are really hurting my feelings,” replied Nancy glancing at the cot. “All that mess belongs to Vash after all. I have lost track of how many times I’ve been fucked since I got here and I haven’t had an orgasm yet.” Nancy paused in her work and glanced up at Holgan. “If I can swing it, do you want to come along? What about the others being held here for entertainment in the arena?” “I am not human girl,” growled Holgan. “You owe me nothing.” “Friendship doesn’t have to be confined to your own species,” replied Nancy. ‘You have helped me and I have learned a lot from you. Despite your injury, you are one of the best fighters I have ever encountered.” Holgan grunted. “I heard how you buttered up Vash, but I can recognize the sincerity in your words. I don’t see how you can manage it, but I will go with you if it can be arranged. I am sure the same is true for all the others held captive here. Frankly, none of them want to have to face you in the arena.” “That’s settled then,” replied Nancy. “There are only a handful of guards here at night when you are all locked in your cells. It is going to have to be soon, so pass the word to those you trust and be ready.” * * * Soon came much sooner than Nancy had anticipated. That night, she was once again entertaining the emperor in his bed when she heard a thumping sound just before the bedroom door swished open. The blonde agent had been riding Telpar’s cock in his favoured cowgirl position and with her instincts screaming in her head, she threw herself violently off his cock and rolled over the edge of the bed a fraction of a second before an energy beam flashed through where she had been and hit Telpar. The emperor gave a strangled cry and his upward pointing cock spasmed and shot its final load into the air. A second energy beam cut into the edge of the bed where Nancy had disappeared, but she had kept on moving and the beam left only a smoking hole in the expensive rug. Nancy didn’t have a clue what was going on as she couldn’t see either Telmie or Vash being behind this attack as they both were expecting her to do their dirty work for them. Further speculation though would have to wait until later, assuming she was still alive to speculate. Nancy’s hand closed on one of the late emperor’s boots and she spun and tossed it blind at the point where the second energy beam had originated. She heard a thud and a grunt as the boot connected which had to be the luckiest shot she had ever taken. The bed still blocked her view of her attackers and also her from their view, but Nancy heard someone moving around it. Nancy’s foot lashed out and kicked a chair sending it skidding towards that sound while she vaulted back over the bed using the spring in the mattress to give her more height and speed. There was a crackle of an energy beam that missed her by less than an inch and a curse from the direction she had sent the chair flying. Nancy hit one assailant feet first in his chest and they went down in a heap. She got her first look at her foes and saw they were just two palace guards which didn’t make any sense. Nancy slammed a fist into the face of the one attacker and he crumpled then she rolled away just as an energy beam blew another hole in the carpet. Seeing the first attacker’s weapon Nancy grabbed it and fired at the second attacker, who screamed and fell to the floor. “It has been ordered that you must die whore,” gasped the first attacker who had pulled himself back to his knees and who was now fumbling with a silver, egg shaped device in his hands. Nancy didn’t know what the device was, but doubted it was anything she would like and without hesitation cut the Rastori down with her scavenged weapon. Breathing heavily, Nancy scrambled to her feet, prepared for more attacks, but none came. Cautiously the blonde examined the bodies of her two would be killers and watched as they began to rot and dissolve before her eyes. Damn, she had seen this before, back in the stable at the rodeo. These two were not Rastori, but more of the same kind of shape shifting creatures that Perfection had sent after her then. Nancy picked up the silver egg to examine it. A memory clicked into place that she hadn’t been aware of until just that moment and she smiled. She had a very good use for this device in mind. Opening the bedroom door, Nancy discovered the thump she had heard had been Moustafa’s head bouncing off the stone wall. The giant was still alive and Nancy briefly considered changing that status, but as she was sure Perfection would remark, she was too squeamish to kill an unconscious foe. Maybe Moustafa had no more option than she had in serving Telpar, so let him find his own way now if he chose. It was the middle of the night and the corridors of the palace were mostly deserted as Nancy made her way silently to the dungeon where the other humans were being held. A pair of guards proved no problem. “Anyone here want to blow this popsicle stand?” she asked as she opened the door to the cell. “What the hell is a popsicle?” asked Middleton as he looked up groggily from where he was laying on a sleeping pallet. “Damn pop culture references never last,” grumbled Nancy as she gestured the group to gather around. “The shit is going to hit the fan here any time now, so it is now or never. I’ve got a truck outside the palace and a ship prepping at the spaceport.” “I’m not complaining,” grinned Middleton, “but this beats turning a pumpkin into a coach anyway you look at it. My thanks to your fairy godmother.” “I don’t suppose we have time for you to get some clothes from that fairy godmother?” asked Carol. Nancy looked down at her still naked body. She hadn’t even considered taking the time to stop and find some clothes after being forced to walk around naked for the last few weeks. “Sorry about that,” she smiled apologetically at Carol. “There should be time on the ship for you to have that talk with your kids.” Carol sighed. “The problem is, they will probably end up explaining some things to me.” “About that spaceship,” said Middleton as he sat beside Nancy as they drove away from the service entrance to the palace where the self driving vehicle had parked itself thanks to Nancy’s computer manipulations. “I’m the only crew member from the Minnow and I can’t run a ship by myself.” “I’ve got some experience myself,” replied Nancy, “but we are going to make a quick stop to pick up some more experienced spacers.” * * * Lord Vash stepped over the groaning form of Moustafa and peered into the imperial bedroom. He saw Telpar’s corpse and smiled. He hadn’t expected the gullible whore to act so quickly, but he had been prepared in case she had. Once the populace learned that it was him who killed the assassin of their beloved emperor, the throne would be his. * * * “Nice work,” said Holgan when he stepped out of his room and saw Nancy standing over the unconscious guards. One of them was twitching and foaming at the mouth with his electric prod inserted into his rear orifice. “Just fulfilling a little promise I made to myself,” replied Nancy. “Actually, I would have just knocked him out like the others, but he made a crack about how much he wanted to use that prod on me again and in ways no gentleman ever should say.” “It couldn’t happen to a nicer sadist than Krath,” replied Holgan. “Do you really think we can pull this escape off though?” “Let me put it this way,” said Nancy as she moved down the corridor to release the other prisoners. “Telpar is dead. Do you want to stick around and see how that plays out?” “I think I would rather spit in the eye of a Kraklor that hasn’t eaten in a month,” replied Holgan as he quickly joined her in freeing the others and soon, they had about twenty beings from a dozen different races assembled. “I have one more thing to do first,” said Nancy before leading them to the waiting truck and she produced the silver egg. Holgan blinked. “Where did that come from? You weren’t carrying it when you got here and you don’t seem to have acquired any clothes yet, let alone pockets.” “I wouldn’t want to gross you out,” grinned Nancy as she slipped out into the arena and placed the silver egg in the center of the open space. She knelt over it, manipulating some small button controls on it and ran back to join the others. “Was that what I think it was?” asked Holgan as they climbed into the truck and they resumed their flight to the spaceport. “It wasn’t a Cadbury Easter Egg,” replied Nancy and saw blank looks all around on human and alien alike. “Forget it, I obviously need fresh material.” * * * Lord Vash checked his pocket computer when it chimed and smiled. Everything was going according to plan. The spaceship he had arranged for the humans had just lifted off and they must think themselves free. It was too bad for them that the ship he had secured for them was not only unarmed, but had a very limited amount of fuel on board. That contrasted badly for them with his own ship that was waiting for him at the spaceport which was most definitely armed and well fueled. Once aboard, he would announce to the Rastori about the death of the emperor at the hands of the treacherous human whore and then he would claim the throne by blowing the escaping ship out of space. Vash’s vehicle pulled up in front of his ship and he hurried on board. The hatch clanged shut behind him as he hurried to the bridge and began issuing orders the instant he entered. “Take off immediately and give me a channel to the public nets,” he ordered. “Taking off immediately affirmed,” said Nancy as she turned the high backed co-pilot’s seat around to look at Vash. “As for the communications, I am afraid that isn’t going to be possible just yet.” Vash found himself just staring at the human female with his mouth open, but unable to say anything for several seconds. “You! What are you doing on my ship? You are supposed to be on the other ship. What is going on here?” The Grand Vizier looked around the cabin to order his men to take this lunatic into custody and realized that in his haste, he hadn’t noticed that all the others manning bridge stations were from non Rastori races. “You gave me access to a computer,” Nancy said taking pity on the astonished Vash. “You really need to work on your password policy since I guessed it on my third try. At least you didn’t use ‘123456’ or ‘password’, but ‘emperor’ wasn’t hard to guess considering your ambitions. Once I got in, I couldn’t help but notice the rather decrepit state of our escape ship and this nice sleek warship sitting in the berth next to it all fueled up and ready to go. I decided I liked this ship better and launched what I think we both know is the target ship via remotes.” “I see,” said Lord Vash drawing himself up to his full height. “I imagine you intend to kill me now?” “Tempting, but no,” replied Nancy as their ship accelerated away from the planet unchallenged thanks to Lord Vash’s security clearance. “Then what?” Vash demanded. “Stick him in a life pod and send him back to Rastor,” Nancy told Holgan who had materialized behind the angry Grand Vizier. “Both you and Telmie tried to get me to kill Telpar for you,” went on Nancy. “I’ve left a message to that effect for public consumption. As far as I am concerned, the two of you can fight it out to see who gets to run that rat’s nest. You might also want to run a DNA analysis on those two assassins in Telpar’s bedroom if there is enough left of them. It might make you wonder about certain allies who have been supplying you with free technology.” Nancy wondered if she should have told Vash about the second, non verbal message she had left for him as she watched his life pod separate and head for a landing back on the planet. Oh well, he would find out soon enough she decided as she glanced at the chrono on the control panel. The quantum grenade that detonated a few minutes later left a huge smoking crater in the center of the city. The Rastori could always build another arena, but there would be no more blood spilled in the name of entertainment ever again in that place. * * * “Roger Minnow 2, we will be rendezvousing with you in just under an hour,” said the voice of the Earth Federation warship’s captain over the radio. The Federation ship had taken some convincing before it had been ready to accept the newly rechristen ship as friendly. “I can’t believe they didn’t know who Joe DiMaggio was,” muttered Nancy. “Hell, they didn’t even know what baseball was and that used to be the gold standard for proving you were human in situations like this.” “Look on the bright side,” said Middleton, “they still knew who Peter Parker was, so they aren’t going to blow us out of space.” “That’s good for you, since I won’t be here,” replied Nancy standing up from her chair. Middleton looked confused. “What do you mean? We are in the middle of space, so it isn’t like you can just get out and walk.” “Actually, I can,” replied Nancy as she saw the dimensional portal opening behind Middleton. She stepped around him and headed for it, waving good bye as she went. “It is up to you what you tell the rescue ship, but you might want to lie and take credit for the escape. They might think you are nuts if you start telling them about the naked woman with the big hooters. It won’t hurt my feelings. I am hoping the Rastori are going to be too busy with a little civil warfare to be attacking more human ships, but at least humanity will be warned about them.” Nancy was about to step through the dimensional portal when Holgan spoke. “Good luck girl,” he called. “You were a good enough warrior that I almost considered sleeping with you despite how repulsive you are.” Nancy laughed and stepped through the portal which closed behind her. * * * “I am really glad I found some clothes,” muttered Nancy as she discovered herself standing in the middle of a crowded marketplace. “Stop! Unlicensed thief!” yelled a voice and Nancy looked around trying to make sense of such an incongruous statement. A man ran past her clutching a purse and a moment later he was followed by a golden haired blur on four legs. “That looked like a werewolf to me,” commented Nancy to herself and wondered just what kind of world she had landed on this time She also could have sworn the werewolf was wearing a collar with a police badge fastened to it. The End