All my life I have been training. I was a bio engineered slave with one purpose, to fight. This was a rogue world system owned and ruled by the Deviants. They were a race of aliens that lived for centuries. The world had many alien people but humans were not one of the majority. The Deviants had one passion, the old roman gladiator games where people fought to the death.
I moved through the maze slowly as I searched for my enemies. This time it was full tech and I carried a short assault riffle. I paused at the hint of sound and knelt to watch the next corner. The huge armored suit flowed around the corner and a large rifle came up. I fired three times and it fell straight back.
It had two scarred marks on the chest plate and a shattered face shield where the plasma round had penetrated. I was up and moving as the suit twitched and went around the corner it had come from. I glanced both ways before tossing a magazine to the right. Turning left I crossed the hall and stepping into a dead end.
I turned to face the way I had come and knelt to watch the feet of the suit. It was several minutes before I heard the other as it moved down the hall and stopped just out of sight. A minute later the armored suit moved past and headed towards where I had thrown the magazine. I fired as it spun and stood to move forward while I shot it in the head twice more.
As it fell I moved down the hall and retrieved the magazine and continued moving. It was awhile before I stepped into the center room and emptied the magazine into the head of a last suit. I dropped the spent magazine and reloaded as it fell and then moved across to the pillar. I had killed all my opponents but had learned the hard way.
I slapped the pillar and knelt at the ready, searching for anyone or anything. The walls glowed and then began dropping into the floor to reveal the arena I was in. I ignored the bodies of those I had killed and stood.
"Well done Sampson!"
I turned and watched as the tall alien appeared in a holograph, "master."
It smiled and waved a snake like arm, "the year end games are coming and I have chosen you as my champion."
I shifted because no slave ever returned from the year end games, "my prize?"
It frowned, "pride at beating the others."
I glanced around, "no slave has ever returned from the games."
It growled as the holograph moved closer, "I could kill you now."
I straightened and looked at my master, "it would save time but then who would stand in my place?"
It stopped moving and hesitated before grinning, "if you win I will free you."
I smiled, "and the match prizes?"
It laughed, "female slaves."
The holograph vanished and I turned to start walking toward a door that had opened in the arena wall. I walked in as the morgue drones went out to collect the suits and bodies. I stripped in the anti chamber and turned the lethal weapons in. After the last one entered the armorer slot the other door opened.
I carried a few personal items out like the rainbow hued battle knife I had won when I was fourteen. I headed up the empty ramp and stood waiting to enter my room. When the door opened I walked in and crossed to set everything I held down on a low table before walking into the corner shower.
After I was done I dried off and collected everything I had managed to save. I made a bundle into a pack before ordering a meal. I started eating and began to feel strange. I stumbled to the pack and put it on before falling. I woke in a large bare room with one corner sunken into a large bath.
I slowly sat up and smiled when I realized I still had my pack. I took it off before standing and moving to a wall fountain to drink. After that I began the careful examination of each wall. The one on the other side of the bath was where I found the way out. I looked at it before moving to the pack and removing the spare plasma magazines for a pistol.
I used water from the fountain and sprinkled the vid cameras. I opened the hidden vent and set the magazines inside before closing it. I went to the door and waited and after several minutes it slid open. I found a drone waiting as I looked around, "exercise area."
It turned and gestured and I followed the gesture before leaving. The large area had several dozen men training and exercising. I went to a sim and punched in my normal workout and started stretching as it counted down. I was watching the others just as I knew they would be watching me.
First it was swimming and climbing followed by running and then mirrored katas. It was three days before the first match. There were a dozen of us standing in the arena. The match was unarmed so there was a chance more than one would survive. The stands filled and the owners boxes lit up and then the horn went off.
I started towards the center and the winner's pillar, that would draw others after me. The first ran at me and leaped. I shifted and turned to kick out and into his chest. I was knocked back but rolled to my feet as the other man tried to stand. I shook my head as I glanced around at the others fighting.
The other man finally stood and took a step but I saw the way he moved. I slid in smoothly and brushed his front kick away before stepping forward and striking into his throat. As he went back and down I turned to start walking again. Five other men were moving towards the center, I moved towards one and he lunged and punched.
I used my right hand to brush it to my left and stepped in. He was spinning to use a spinning back fist when I struck him in the back of the neck. He dropped and I knew he would not get up. I glanced at the others, one was down and his opponent was walking towards me. The other two were circling each other but one was limping.
I faced the man moving towards me and moved to the side to circle him but he shifted to block me. He slid in and punched but I caught his hand as I turned and yanked. I brought my other fist down to break the elbow as he tried to turn away. I spun away and around and my fist snapped out to strike him in the head.
He dropped and I glanced at the other two men. One was walking towards me confidently and the other one was on the ground. I moved to the side and shifted as he approached and flat kicked straight out and into his groin. He tried to twist and pull back but was to close. I spun and snapped a kick out to strike his head.
He went flying sideways as I moved after him and brought a foot down to break the knee. I backed off before watching him and finally turned and started walking towards the pillar, "finish him!"
I stopped and looked at my master's holograph and turned back. I walked to the man and moved around as he tried to stand. I turned and snapped a kick into the back of his neck to break it. He dropped and I looked at him before glancing at the holograph and walking to the pillar and to strike it and kneel.
The sound of people in the stands hit me as the sonic screen vanished. I stood and started walking toward the single door that opened as morgue drones appeared. I climbed and walked to my room and as soon as the door closed a holograph of my master appeared, "what are you doing Spark?"
I looked at him calmly, "he was done and unable to fight. There is no sport in killing the helpless."
He looked at me for a minute before nodding, "you are correct."
He turned and the holograph vanished. I headed towards the bath, "you owe me a match prize."
I heard his laugh as I stripped and walked into the bath. I sat and relaxed as I thought about what was to come. There would be many more fights to select winners for the next round. I looked at the door when it opened and a girl in her teens walked in hesitantly. She looked across the room and walked towards me and held out a document, "my owner's certificate."
I gestured to the table, "put it there and undress."
She did as I told her and I looked at her pale beauty before gesturing, "come here."
She bit her lip as she walked into the bath, "I have never had sex master."
I took her hand and pulled her onto my lap and felt her amazing body before looking into her face, "I am a slave like you and I have not had sex."
She smiled, "but you own me."
I cupped and felt one of her firm breasts, "until I die in the arena."
She wiggled and I looked at her before slipping a hand down between her legs. She spread them and leaned against me as I started feeling and fingering her pussy, "what will happen to me?"
I sighed, "you will probable return to where you were before."
She shuddered and turned her head as one of my fingers pushed into her. I stood and pulled her out and reached to the side for a towel. After she was dry I pulled her to the large bed and pushed her onto it. I stalked after her and leaned down to smell her pussy before pushing her legs wider.
I licked and pushed my tongue into her and she moaned and shuddered. I gently nibbled on the hard nub at the top of her slit. I sucked on it and wiggled my tongue as she spasmed and humped up. I grinned as I realized she enjoyed what I was doing and went after the nub some more. It was several minutes before she wailed and twisted again.
I looked up her body as she panted and moved up before pushing into her. Her pussy was very tight but warm and slippery. I worked my cock deeper until it was all the way in her. I pulled back and began to fuck her with long, slow, deep thrusts. She shuddered and moaned and I looked at her and smiled before kissing her, "I am Spark."
She put her arms around me as her hip lifted and she humped up, "Kyra."
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