The She Wolf Reigns

She was skating, boots swishing off the temple grounds as if the block were ice. Skating for god knows how long, to the point where her pale, grimy skin was glistening with sweat, hair drenched to the scalp. All she could hear was the sound of her own labored breathing, and the swishing of her skates along the arena's blood soaked floor. "Where the fuck are you?" This game had been going on for days. Or at least, she had hoped her sense of time wasn't so warped that weeks had gone by instead. That'd be... troubling to say the least, but there were more pressing issues on her mind right now. Laughter. "FUCKING BITCH!" The tube grows hot in her arms as she swings around, pushing back into her chest as she squeezes the trigger and fires. Detonation. Nothing remains in the smoldering crater of the rocket launcher's blast. No guns, no gore, just... Fucking... Nothing... "Goddammit!" It was finally starting to get to her, and it's during the brief moment that she lets her guard down that the Hunter's gaze sets upon her. Everything goes cold from head to toe. The shroud of fear wraps around her and time seems to distill as an all too familiar feeling sets in. A feeling that no one should have to live through twice, but the arena isn't kind to it's contestants by any means.

There's the faint scent of coils rapidly heating. The stench of blood caking the walls in heavy chunks. And the taste of adrenaline flowing through her veins like battery acid, forcing her teeth to grind and jitter. She's experienced this before, sure, but somehow it's getting worse. "Fucking die!" Slash turns around on her skates just like a ballerina, waiting for the precise moment to fire off a rocket at the brown bitch closing in on her. Too late. A rising knee sends the tube flying from her clammy hands, followed up by a swift kick to the gut. "Guh-". She's smiling, the Hunter. Her pink, soft lips are slick with saliva, her gaze ravenous beneath her bone mask. The amazon woman practically towers over Slash as she reels on the floor, gasping, desperately trying to catch her breath and formulate some kind of game plan. Heavily-armored feet give way to a luscious pair of thick, toned thighs, hips wide and sensual, while that brown navel bulges with fierce abdominal muscles. Years of combat put to good work, but she's not without her natural assets either. Full tits nearly  spill free from the pathetic emerald binding holding up her cleavage, heavy droplets of sweat running along the underside. The armored loin-piece doesn't leave much to the imagination either, the amazon's full, round ass on plain display for anyone skilled enough to flank her from behind. Not that Slash was part of that group. In more "civilized" circumstances, she might have found herself jealous of the bronze, muscular woman. Instead she's considering whether or not she should beg for her life. "Don't you fucking get tired of this shit?"

"We kill you, Slash, only so that the rest of the inferiors will remember their place. You are naught but an example."

"Go choke on a dick." She spits, her saliva pink with blood as it seeps into the flooring. May as well take the last word with her. Lucky, or unlucky, the Hunter lowers the barrel of her lightning gun instead, a thick, steel canon with three prongs like a trident. A wicked smile spreads beneath her bone visage, LG strapped to her back while one hand moves to her smooth, hairless crotch. CLACK. The armored loin-cloth falls to the ground, Slash's eye growing wide with disbelief and horror. She can feel her stomach start to rise, nausea coming over her in a wave. 'This is a fucking nightmare.' Between those brown, mocha thighs is a massive ebony cock at least a foot long, angrily throbbing and spewing a thick wad of pre-seed onto the floor with an audible splat that echoes throughout the empty arena. The fat, bulbous head is nearly covered entirely by foreskin, two round, full balls heaving at the base with every breath. The Hunter looks more than pleased with Slash's reaction, casting a shadow over her quivering form as she draws near, cock growing rigid as veins engorge and rise like pylons. While the dumb, punk bitch is busy trying to figure what the fuck is going on, one strong, brown hand reaches out to yank her up by the hair. "NNNG." Tears being to well up in the corners of her eyes, not so much from the pain ripping through her scalp, but the presence of that monstrous amazonian prick shoved right next to her face. One reluctant sniff as she trashes her head, lips pursed defiantly, and she can practically taste the bestial shaft on her tongue from the scent alone. Musk gradually filters into the air off that rigid slab of cockmeat, mixed with the sweat of battle and raw desire brewing in those bloated, brown nuts. All Slash can do is stare up in horror as that massive, fist-like tip is brought to her lips and pressed forward.

"We would not waste our precious thunder on a suckling like you." Inky black lips are forced into a lurid "O" gradually spreading wider until it seems they might split. Teeth are slowly pried apart too, until the jaw begins to unhinge along with them, no choice left but to accommodate the monstrous girth of the vein-ridden prick crammed into her maw. ACK, GLURK, HAAAACK. Saliva trickles down the punk-skank's chin, trailing down her neck before disappearing into her armored cleavage. Humiliation and anger rage in her eyes, but there's little she can do if she doesn't want to join the charred skeletons littering the arena grounds. For now all she can do is bide her time, but as the blunt tip begins to bulge out her gullet, tears rolling over her cheeks in thick black streams, she wonders if it wouldn't be better to simply take a gauntlet to her own throat.

It seems fucking endless until her nostrils are smashed flat against the she-stud's groin, making it even harder to breath as the pungent aroma of sweat and musk clouds her brain. Of course the lack of oxygen might have something to do with that as well, throat clogged with dick while two massive, sweltering gonads press against her chin. HUUURK- GAAAHH. Wrenched out her throat like a sword unsheathed, heavy ropes of saliva and pre cling to her lips in murky webs, splattering over her armor with every ragged, desperate breath. The nightmare restarts the second she gathers her wits about her, eyes rolling back into her skull as her throat stretches to maximum capacity in an instant. HRRRRK. She might have added brain-trauma to her list of worries if she was even mildly capable of thinking right now, head thrashed back and forth, impaled repeatedly on that turgid spire of black cock until everything melted into a blur. The edges of her vision were black and hazy. Her entire head felt full of liquid-thick fog. And there was a hot, heavy throbbing deep in her throat, all the way down to her stomach. Gathering the very last of her strength, hands furl and clench into little fists, pounding  against those strong black thighs with whatever remains of her strength.

"A woman should show humility even in the face of imminent defeat.", the Hunter muses, face flush with sweat as she tightens her grip, smiling. Pre-cum thickens until the stream simply backs up, nuts bulging with a fresh payload of frothy cocksnot. Both hands come to press behind Slash's sweat drenched skull for the coup de grace, creating a black-ringed vacuum seal around the base of her throbbing cock. The hammer-like blows gradually wane down to delicate love-taps before arms simply hang limp, enter body starting to seize up. The angry maelstrom of hatred in those pretty emerald eyes all but fades and flickers as they roll upwards one final time, nostrils desperately flaring while lips inadvertently suck down harder. "Too late for retribution now, Sorg-born scum!" Not just her lips, but throat too, clenching down like a vice in random, desperate spasms, milking up and down that twitching bull cock until her gullet is fucking undulating in visible waves. GLRRRSH. Sweat-slick skin grows tight around those throbbing gonads, hiking upwards as they fire a torrential blast straight into Slash's gut. Her make-up caked face is suddenly jack-hammered as the Hunter loses control of her hips, pumping out load after load of cake-batter thick jizz from the tip of that sputtering she-dick. It fills the skater's stomach and weighs down like cement, rising up past her throat until her cheeks are bulging out obscenely. And then- SPLURRRT. Twin streams of bubbling jizz erupts from her nostrils and lips in tandem, spilling past in heavy clumps. The stuff pools on the ground in a semi-solid paste, thick globs splattered onto her face, sliding down her rolling, heaving throat and into every open crevice of her armor. Not having to clean was one of the few graces of the arena gods.

Slash knew what came next. This time there wasn't even the familiar sense of "fading away" however, or even the sudden detonation of ceased existence. It was all being violently ripped away from her one gasp at a time, and all her body could do was pitifully go along with it. Wracked with unparalleled fear and shame, her cunt suddenly gives, and piss floods from between her thighs in a warm, growing puddle. Her burning lungs seize up one more time, feeling like they're about to explode, and then... Well, it was finally over. SHLRRRRRK, POP. That short black mane of hair is used as rag for Hunter's still-dribbling cock, slathered from base to tip in throatslop and tar-thick jizz. Despite the effort, she can't quite get the black lipstick rings to rub off her shaft. "Another trophy for us then.", she laughs, but not before haucking a wad of spit on Slash's corpse. Gluey wads of excess spunk bubble past its parted lips, make-up smeared into a muddled slurry. Slash's lifeless face remains half-buried in a puddle of the Hunter's cum, as if in testament to the warrior's might.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Her junky ex-boyfriend was one thing. She could deal with the robots and lizards or whatever the fuck they were, those didn't scare hear. But the brown, buxom bitch with a dick like a sledge-hammer? It sent chills running down her spine. Even now she was shaking, twin shotgun barrels swaying out of sync with the motions of her skates. She wanted out. As laughter echoes through the stony corridors, a scream hitches in Slash's throat, too petrified to even act. DOOF, CHK-CHK. She's five seconds too late by the time she finally finds the balls to pull trigger, the Hunter running a full circle behind her. Gritting teeth and a pale, ghostly face is shown in the reflection of her own gauntlet's whirring blades, fist thrown forward in a half-hearted lunge. She can barely muster up the courage to fight back, and it shows. Strong, bronze arms grapple her own, threatening to dislocate bone unless... Clink! The gauntlet drops to the ground, and Slash soon along with it, collapsing in a mixture of fear and exhaustion. Her eyes stare wide at the floor, pupils dilating as her breathing becomes rapid and unsteady. THUD. A metal boot comes crashing into her chest with a kick, armored corset cracking down the middle, and forcing her to roll onto her chest.  "Nggghhh." Her senses seem to snap back in place like a rubberband, but any sense of coherency is obviously a curse as armored footsteps draws near. Why had she thrown the shotgun aside for her gauntlet she wondered, clawing her way across the floor. Whatever glimmer of hope she had left is crushed beneath the Hunter's heel, grinding back and forth as it's planted firmly into the small of her back. "Bark for us, Sorg." She can only squeal in muffled agony, those carefully lined eyelids starting to water over with tears once more. SHRRRRIP.

Any cries or squeals suddenly come to a halt the moment her ass is left bare, fat, white cheeks on full display as the Hunter shreds apart her battle-dress with her bare hands alone. WHAP. Then the confused groaning starts again as panic kicks the fuck in, hands planted behind her shoulders so her chest is smashed flat against the floor, knees pinned behind her own. Those round, full asscheeks show a nice bounce as one dark hand slaps them around, Slash squirming in desperation. With every burst of searing, hot pain, a deep, crimson hand-print blossoms across that creamy canvas of flesh, tooth biting into lip in a vain attempt to hold back the burning shame. "Nothing to say to us this time? Good. It is time for lesson two." There's the firm shape of that thick, bulbous cockhead pressing against her flesh again, it's monstrous size carved into her brain despite the many frags and respawns inbetween. This time however it's ramming against her asshole, fat cheeks spread apart around the girth to cup and caress it like a soft, pliable dough. Already pre-cum starts to pool, the tip hot and sticky to the touch. "Stooooop." The words claw their way out her throat, nails chipping against the floor she tries to cope with the intruder gouging her insides open. The defiance is promptly met with excessive force, hand crashing her skull flat against the pavement while hips drill forward, spreading that backdoor wide open and sinking several inches of hard, veiny dick straight into her ass. "That's... the wrong... fucking... hole, you bitch!", each syllable spat out inbetween sobs and clenched breaths. Spittle runs across her chin as she's reduced to whimpering mess every time another thick, beefy inch is forced between those plush mounds, tears free flowing to ruin her make-up further. Every time her guts are straightened out and the amazon grunts in selfish pleasure, Slash thinks that that has to be the end of it. That the brute can't have a dick that big and that it can't go any deeper. And every time she's proven wrong, her navel bulging slightly as those black, spunk-brewing gonads fianlly come to slap against her rear.

Pulling out is just as bad, if not worse, tight pink pucker tugged back around that mammoth prick, gliding over every bump, vein, and ridge until the tip threatens to pop free. PWAP. "Nnnnnggg!" The first balls-deep slam back into her asshole isn't any better, and it doesn't get any better either. Her body refuses to accept the rigid slab of bitchbreaking dickmeat pounding away at her heaving asscheeks, tightening down and clamping up around those dark, veiny inches any chance they get. Of course, this only makes the Hunter drill even harder, letting her weight rest behind Slash's skull while those sweaty nuts groan and churn with more sticky sludge. PWAP, PWAP, PWAP, PWAP. Every thrust sends Slash lurching forward, ass bouncing with wave-like ripples with each crash of those dark, toned hips. Her cheeks are tanned a deep, brutal red, that once-tight pucker now greedily squelching with frothy bubbles of pre-snot spurting forth. She can't even tell how long it's been anymore, her sense of time worn down like the resistance of her milking asshole. The worst part? Her body will be back to its "virgin" state the moment she's blown away.

She realizes this much much later however, and not when her scalp is being pulled back by an angry hand with jagged, unkempt nails. So far back in fact that her spine begins to arch, the sadistic glint of the Hunter's gritting teeth seen from the corner of Slash's eyes. "The fuck are you smiling ab-" She knows exactly what. The sudden throbbing. The obscene weight of those sloshing balls hammering into her ass with reckless abandon. "No no no no NO pull out pull out pull ou-" Her teeth gnash against one another before she screams like a whore, white-hot tar flooding her belly until her gut starts to distend even further. Tongue thrashes like a wild dog's, eyes rolled up to the whites as her ass CLAP CLAP CLAPs around that throbbing she-prick, bodies glistening with the sweat of their shared labor. Batter-thick jets of alabaster spunk break free past her backdoor one, molten rope at a time, the puddle spreading up past her waist before it finally recedes. SCCHLORP. Her asshole is positively cratered, dully clenching around a dick that's not even there, cheeks sunken inward from the merciless, bowels-deep assault. Cock in hand, the Hunter makes sure to pump the very last of her load onto Slash's back, leaving her slathered from head to toe. "A fitting look for one lower than the Sorg." The greatest high in her life had finally faded. All that remained on Slash's face was the look of a total burn out, cum steadily pumping out her gaping asshole now that there was nothing to keep clogged shut. "Hmn... Do not say we were ever without mercy, Slash." The heel of her boot rises overhead.

CRNCH.

Slash's plump white ass wiggles back and forth, the hem of her dress hiked up so her alpha can get a full view while she puts her lips to good use. Inky black stains practically cover one metal boot, arms locked around those strong, powerful thighs as she drags her tits upward. How many times had she gotten the ever-loving shit kicked out her before the fear gave way to adoration? How many brutal, gore-tastic frags did it take before she recognized the amazon's unrivaled skill? How long ago had it been until she finally stopped trying to run? She couldn't remember, but she'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. The Hunter sits with her legs spread wide, lightning canon at her side, and pale, punkish bitch bobbing away, the wet, slurried sound of a cock buried throat-deep echoing down the endless chambers and corridors of the arena. A pair of green, sparkling eyes stare up past her washboard abs with unbridled lust and submission, the only fear left in her eyes the fear of disappointing her master. At this point though, even punishment is recognized as a gift, something to eagerly accept with masochistic delight. Delicate white hands and dark painted nails come to gently cup those massive balls, massaging them so as to produce the biggest, throat-clogging load possible, even if it meant she'd be lapping most of it off the floor like a shameless mutt. "See, Slash? We are a generous tribe." Lipstick smeared all around the base of that fat prick, face caked in a layer of ruined make-up and dried cum. Slash can only bob her head in throaty agreement, her mind having eroded away by relentless Hunter's assault.