Posted by Wavedancer on August 11, 2003 at 13:01:29:
This is the first time that i post astory, anywhere, so i thank in advance any of u who will put themselves in the ordeal of reading through my bad english.
Anxious for your comments, i still hope u ll enjoy it a bit
Wavedancer
The final match
By Wavedancer
It was a warm, sunny morning of early autumn. The sun shone in a very clear blue sky. It was a pleasant Sunday morning and the crowds had started massing in queue outside the arena’s four entrances since daybreak, shuffling in line and murmuring in excitement, betting on the upcoming fight, discussing politics, advertising their wares. The crowd consisted mostly of men, since today it was gladiatrixes fighting, however the proportion of women spectators was bigger than one would expect.
Today’s fight was special. There would be five fighters on the turf today: The amateur league champions of the five main provinces. The fight was to be a simultaneous melee, everyone against everyone, last girl left standing would be pronounced imperial champion and have a chance to partake in the professional championship next year.
The sun had already baked the dirt in the arena to a claylike consistency and there was lots of dust. The slaves had marked the field’s boundaries with white chalk and the imperial archers had taken up positions to shoot any fighter who tried to fight out of boundary.
The crowd started slowly taking their places and soon the arena was full while lots of spectators were standing on stairs and walkways.
The day started with hand-to-hand fighting of the junior leagues, which got the spectators warmed up. The sight of teenage athletic girls wrestling, bodies glistening from sweat and oil was exciting and to many a spectator highly erotic. Just the right kind of foreplay to lead to the main event, coming to a culmination when in the last fight the winner managed to get behind her opponent, a young and beautiful blondine and break her neck with a powerful twist of her arms. The crowd went wild and the cheers could be heard for miles. Then the Emperor himself entered the arena amidst standing ovations, the brass horns sounded and the lord of the arena entered the turf to start the main event.
This, he announced, will be a death match and only one fighter will be allowed to leave the arena alive. Weapons choice is free, but no projectile weapons will be allowed. Any violation of the rules will be dealt with instantly by death… Let the games begin.
The crowd cheered and the five girls entered the arena.
First came Mary, a blond girl, 5’3”, slim and athletic, wearing only a loincloth affixed with a belt, body oiled, barefoot, carrying a double edged straight sword with no hand guard, a weapon customarily used in the northern provinces, where she came from. She also carried a dagger in her belt. She bowed to the Emperor and the crowd and took up her designated place at the rim of the fighting circle, sword resting blade down between her two feet, arms resting on the pommel, her face set in a grimace of determination.
Next came Tonya, the champion of the eastern province, standing quite a bit taller than Mary, also athletic yet a bit heavier set and more muscular, her long brown hair worn in a topknot, wearing a short chain mail shirt, reaching barely to her nipples and leaving all of her midriff free, more of an ornament than real armour, a studded black leather kilt reaching a handbreadth over her knees and a pair of sandals. She carried a short stabbing spear, a round hide buckler and a short sword hang at her waist.
Then came Trudy, the tallest and most muscled of all the girls, her beautiful blue-eyed face encircled by a mane of flaming red hair. As customary for the southern province the girl would fight naked, but for her weapons belt hanging loosely at her waist. Her skin glistening with perspiration, a well trimmed red thatch between her legs.
Trudy was armed with a double-edged war axe and a heavy hunting knife hung from her belt. Around her wrists she wore spike-studded straps of leather.
The western province champion, the most lithely build of the girls, seemed like an under aged child entering the arena after Trudy. Liz stood at 5’2” and 95 pounds with brown hair and grey eyes. She wore a leather vest, open at the front, exposing her small but well formed breasts, a tight leather thong and sheen guards made of bronze, shining like gold. She carried two wicked looking stabbing short-swords, one in each hand while at her belt hung a strangling wire.
Last entered Ashley, from the central province, also a lithe short girl with brown curly hair and hazel eyes, a little fuller than Liz. Ashley was topless wearing only a gladiatrix leather skirt reaching up to mid-thigh and carried a curved long sword as well as a long dagger.
Once all had taken their places they bowed to the crowd once more and took up fighting stances. The Lord gave the sign and the games begun… .
At first the girls circled each other cautiously, trying to pick their opponents, searching for weak spots, each reluctant to make the first move, lest they open them selves to attack by another one of the fighters. Then suddenly Trudy gave a hair-raising yell and stormed at Mary, who at the time was eying Liz cautiously. As if that was the signal, the girls all broke rank and came at each other. Mary recovered quickly from her initial shock and turned to face Trudy, blocking her downward axe stroke with her sword, while lashing out with her dagger, so that Trudy, overextended and slightly off balance had to suck her abdomen in to avoid it being slashed open, she did however get a superficial cut, across her belly just over her navel, and blood dripped down to her pubic hair.
Tonya found herself immediately in a tight spot as both Liz and Ashley simultaneously attacked her. However she was quick and agile. She caught Ashley’s outward sword stroke on her buckler, while managing to parry Liz’s bimanual attack with her spear, but was driven back towards the edge of the circle. She kept fighting a strictly defending action, while coolly trying to study her opponent’s tactics, looking for a weakness in either of them. Although the two attacking girls had the advantage of numbers, there was no coordination of their attack, as both were weary of each other and Tonya took full advantage of the situation, managing to fend them off in turns, as their attacks hindered each other, like it usually happens when two attackers who haven’t practiced together attack the same opponent. After a while Ashley seemed to miss a step and that gave Tonya the chance to face solely Liz, who at that moment launched another vicious double-handed attack. The slim girl attacked with incredible speed, her two stabbers whirling like shiny disks of light, but Tonya prepared herself for the attack unfazed. She stepped inside Liz’s attacking pattern and kneeled, catching the overconfident Liz off balance. Liz tried altering the course of her attack, hastily bringing her left stabbing sword in a downward arc at Tonya’s chest, but Tonya caught it on her buckler, and stabbing out with her spear, managed to knock Liz’s right stabber out of her hand, injuring her at the wrist. Realising she was to close to swing her spear for a killing blow, Tonya fell on her left knee, lashing out with her right leg to kick Liz hard in the gut and send her sprawling, out of breath. She barely had time to turn towards Ashley and see her coming at her, sword held high, breasts jiggling tantalisingly as she run yelling. Tonya, fell to the right abruptly, while Ashley’s sword hissed next to her ear, slicing the air, where split second ago Liz’s head had been. Following her motion through, she curled up and rolled as she fell, turning and lashing out with her spear, she felt it make contact and heard Ashley cru out in pain as the razor sharp blade cut into her lower leg. Ashley stumbled and fell and Tonya, turned to glimpse momentarily at Liz, who still was winded, on all fours trying to get up and holding her belly, but that was a mistake because Ashley bounced right back and came at her again, feigning a high low attack, and Tonya fell for it trying to block high, At the last instant Ashley reversed her stroke, the blade lashing out low and cutting Tonya’s skin just above her thigh, blood gushing out. Tonya let out a yelp of surprise and alarm, bur managed to bring down her buckler hard hitting the broad side of Ashley’s blade with a terrible blow, knocking it out of her hand. Not expecting such swift recovery and already gloating a victory in her mind, Ashley was caught off guard and tried hastily to jump back in order to draw her dagger, but thus she opened her self up to attack and Tonya despite the pain, lost no time and followed through, stabbing out with her spear. Ashley’s cry of alarm turned into an agonized shriek of pain, which was abruptly cut off as the spears blade crushed her breastbone and entered her mediastinum, severing the major blood vessels and exiting her out her back, filling her mind with white hot shearing agony and stealing her breath away. The stricken girls eyes widened and she opened her mouth, trying in vain, spasmodically to draw a breath that wouldn’t come. Her legs buckled, and she fell on her knees. She made a strangling yelping sound, then her tongue lolled out of her wide-open mouth. She went slack jawed, her head fell to her left side and she fell backwards dead, the spear protruding between her gorgeous breasts.
Excited Tonya run to her dead opponent, who was lying stretched backwards, on her knees, back arched, and placing her foot on the dead girls chest, she grabbed the spear and giving a war yell she pulled back hard to wretch it free.
The spear didn’t budge… .
Liz came at Tonya in a fury of motion. All Tonya had time to see as she turned her head, warned, albeit too late, by the whirling sound of Liz’s twin swords, was Liz’s mask of determination. She abruptly let go of the unmoving spear and tried in vain to bring up her arms in a futile attempt to defend herself with her buckler. Her victorious war yell was cut of abruptly by the blinding pain in her belly, where Liz’s left stabbing sword entered her, just under the navel, in effect gutting her, then turned into a gurgle as the second sword went viciously into her slender neck, severing the jugular vein and carotid artery and opening her trachea. The windpipe promptly filled with blood passing it to the lungs, cutting off all air. Tonya was practically drowning in her own blood. She fell to the ground heavily, in a sitting position then toppled over onto her back and started spasmodically thrashing around for a couple of minutes, her face twisted in mortal agony, mouth agape, eyes as large as saucers. Then she gurgled one last time, arched her back, and went limp flopping spread-eagled and dead on the ground.
Liz spend another minute watching the inert form of her opponent then lifted her head to see how the rest of the fight went.
She saw Mary and Trudy engaging one another relentlessly and instantaneously thought of running to them to engage one of the two, but then decided to use the time to catch her breath and then face whomever survived the other fight fresh and rested, so she folded her arms akimbo and stood to watch…
Mary and Trudy were fighting hard but Mary was slowly showing signs of tiring and that had been Trudy’s plan all along. She had initiated the attack ferociously, goading her opponent into a frenzy only to swiftly pass into a defensive action, calmly blocking Mary’s vicious swift attacks, giving a little ground every time, wearing the other girl out and now she was at a place where she had used her superior stamina to wear Mary down, so the other girls agility was no longer a factor and Trudy could bring her overwhelming strength to bear as Mary now was obviously slower.
Trudy judged the time right to once again take the offensive. With a blood-chilling cry she started a series of strong attacks, which Mary was barely able to block and hold on to her sword as the force of impact of Trudy’s massive battleaxe threatened to dislocate her shoulder. Then came another such bone-jarring overhead blow and Mary who by now had lost all initiative and could merely respond to Trudy’s well coordinated attacks by blocking, was forced to her knees. Then came another and another blow and Mary’s sword arm hurt more and more until with the latest down stroke, the screeching sound of metal on metal sounding like the bells of doom in Mary’s ears, paralysing pain shot through Mary’s arm, her fingers went numb and the sword fell from her almost limb hand and Mary knew instantly she was as good as dead.
She opened her hands wide, too tired to defend herself by drawing her dagger or to try to run, she just lifted her face, matted short blond hair clinging to her forehead and looked up at Trudy with pleading, large green eyes filled with tears. But Trudy was remorseless. Without even blinking once she raised her axe once more, paused, holding it high overhead and brought it forcefully down in an arc ending between Mary’s breasts, shattering her breastbone, biting and lodging itself deep in her thorax, shattering bone muscle sinew and vital organs in its way, cleaving Mary’s heart in two.
An inordinate gasp was all that came from Mary, as a fountain of blood shot out of her mouth, spraying Trudy’s body red and Mary toppled over on her side like a log, instantly dead, the axe still embedded in her chest. She flopped onto her back, her legs twitched spasmodically a couple of times, and then she was utterly still.
Trudy, without any sign of triumph, coolly wretched her axe free with a sickening wet cracking sound and more blood welled up from the ghastly wound. Then she turned and faced her diminutive last opponent who was slowly walking towards her.
The two girls met each other at midfield and started wearily circling each other, none of them giving the other an edge. Trudy towered over the little Liz and looked ferocious, drenched as she was in Mary’s blood, mixing with her own from the cut she had suffered early in the fight. Trudy’s looks coupled with the pain and numbness that Liz felt in her right hand made her feel uneasy and unsure and it must have shown in her face or eyes, for at exactly that moment Trudy bellowed and sprang forward bringing her upraised axe down, in a blow that would have cleaved the little girl in two, had she not agilely sprang to the side. Liz countered now with one of her usual high-low double handed lightning fast attacks and she drew blood, stabbing Trudy in the fleshy part of her thigh, real deep. Aiming for Trudy’s unprotected belly, she lashed out with her second stabbing sword but the wound to her thigh caused Trudy to stumble and fall backwards and Liz’s stabber found nothing but air in its course. As Trudy fell heavily on her back, shearing pain in her injured thigh the heavy axe fell from her hands with a loud thud and Liz’s spirit soared in triumph seeing that her big opponent had trouble getting up and was holding on to her bleeding thigh and wailing in pain. Taking instant advantage of the situation she kneeled next to the large fighter and raised both stabbers over her head, poised for the death stroke, much like a matador and then her eyes met Trudy’s, and she saw no pain in those eyes and no fear, just cool calculation and she knew she fell for Trudy’s ruse but she had no time to react. Trudy kicked out with her uninjured leg, hitting Liz hard on her flank. Two ribs cracked audibly and Liz gasped and wailed in pain but then the wind was knocked out of her as she received another kick, in her belly this time, doubling over exhaling with a loud whoosh. Trudy bounced back on her feet, a bit unsteadily due to her injury yet with catlike speed, which she had meticulously hidden through out the match surprising the stunned Liz and landing a fearsome punch to her temple. Liz felt a numbing thud to her head, just as she had caught her breath and was righting herself and momentarily saw stars, everything went out of focus, the arena around her seemed to swim and her weapons dropped onto the turf. She shook her head trying to clear her vision and tried to locate Trudy but couldn’t. Her heart thudded fast as she anxiously tried to locate her enemy, the fear retching her gut, but Trudy was easily circling behind her dazed opponent, then darted in from behind griping the smaller girl from the waist, lifting her off the ground single-handedly as she stole Liz’s strangle wire from her waist with the other hand. Liz felt her self griped tightly and lifted and wailed fearfully as she kicked out in panic, but didn’t make contact with anything. Then she was just as abruptly dropped onto the ground, on her rump and before she could do anything she felt her own strangling wire wound around her throat, she lifted her hands up in defence and tried to tag at it, but was too late. Trudy already jerked the wire tight on the slender throat and Liz could only scratch at it in vain making strangling noises as it bit into her skin. Her eyes went wild and her mouth opened in a futile attempt to breathe and her tongue showed from between her teeth as the bigger girl lifted her once more off the ground, by the neck this time. Liz kicked out spasmodically in panic, without any coordination, fear and hypoxia made her nauseous, her face was turning red then blue, and her feet kicked wildly and faster and even more erratically, her mouth opened wide and her tongue struck out in a grotesque expression of ultimate suffering and terror, her arms were flailing at her sides, saliva dripping of the corner of her mouth. Her arms jerked a couple of times more, as her legs kicked out a couple of times more then stretched out spasmodically taut as her toes curled upwards and she peed herself, letting a long stream of urine wet her legs, then with a last sigh all her limps went slack, her jaw dropped, her tongue lolled out of her mouth limp, head dropped to the side and she died.
The new champion kept the pressure on for another minute almost, then she released the wire but caught the dead girl by her waist, pulled the limp neck stretching her head back, and bending her own face head forward she kissed Liz’s corpse, deep throating her with her tongue, feeling a wild exaltation at having bested her opponent and steeling her soul as she believed, by the last kiss, then she righted her self once more and letting the limp body drop ungraciously to the ground, she raised her strong arms in the air above her head, eyes closed, neck tilted backwards to bask in the crowds wild applause…
The end