"Entering now is the newcomer to the Colosseum, an elven woman having her first fight, never tasted death. Making her way now into the center of the arena, it's Lucia! Her opponent is a man equally new to this event, Tony!" The MC for the evening, a minotaur wielding a magical bullhorn to project his voice, did his customary job. He was not all that engrossed, though, given that tonight only had a minor spectacle on deck: two greenhorns, nothing more.
The Colosneum of Milan was a massive structure, whose diameter equaled the length of four or five city buses end-to-end. Rows upon rows of spectator seating stacked twenty stories high, arranged in rings with aisles in-between them. Across the large expanse, each row was many meters away from those directly across; though the designers did provide a very powerful set of enchanted lights illuminating the center so all could see the fights. This helped alleviate some safety concerns, especially those who were sitting near the edge and leaning forward to peer through the stone railing and see the matches at ground level.
The crowd watched from their seats with mixed interest as a beautiful white-haired female elf entered onto the floor. She was dressed lightly for combat in leather armor: a thick padded cloth of a bright blue color, enchanted to soften blows (a standard practice among lower-ranked fighters, even in this area, who could only afford to protect vital spots), and had leather straps over and under, strapped tightly with steel studs placed across it at odd angles to help deflect weapons as well. She had a sword strapped to her waist, also common for such an event: a plain double-edged blade.
From the opposing end was her opponent: a man young human male who stepped out wearing similar protection -- albeit, far cheaper in appearance -- and wielding a two handed longsword, though clearly struggling with its weight and bulk. He held it up menacingly in one arm but it did look a bit wobbly.
Upon entering the ring, the man saw her and smiled lecherously; as if his imagination alone was winning this battle for him already. 'Hmph...' Lucia snorted at his unhidden lustful gaze.
"At my ready! Begin!" The minotaur said in a gruff voice that sounded bored.
The two fighters charged and their weapons clashed upon one another several times. The man's strikes were much more powerful than his opponent's; however, Lucia deflected each blow deftly, always able to redirect each powerful thrust into nothing more than a swipe that hardly broke her defense. Seeing no opportunity to land any sort of damaging blow, Tony switched up his approach: he quickly pulled back one arm and attempted to knee her, aiming right for between her thighs. The maneuver was successful as his opponent had her arms forward and therefore left herself exposed.
"Oof!" Lucia grunted when it connected right in her gut. The man took advantage of it instantly and spun around behind her back with unnatural speed before wrapping his arm around her throat in a sleeper hold. She felt like her neck might break from his grip as he choked her viciously while squeezing with incredible power, like iron bands constricting. It hurt terribly; Lucia found it difficult to breathe even after managing to break loose from his hold!
His eyes blazed red; they narrowed with a sense of smugness. The man smiled in a condescending manner and laughed mockingly, as he held Lucia in his grasp. "Awww, the poor little elf girl is hurt~" He mocked as she tried desperately to get away from him.
She rolled backward against his torso but he maintained his grip and began squeezing her ribs together causing sharp pain. Tears pricked at her eyes. The crowd above cheered wildly at his actions and screamed: "Choke her like she is some half-priced whore!" among other insults. Tony noticed that Lucia seemed helpless as she struggled to free herself, so he decided to have some real fun. "Such soft skin~" he murmured seductively as his hands slid around Lucia's body under her breastplate, grabbing hold of them through the fabric and fondling her roughly.
This made Lucia gasp for breath but he only increased the pressure until his hands crushed painfully against her bosoms.
"I'm going to make sure to have fun with you after this fight~" he whispered huskily before running his tongue over the shell of her pointy ear, enjoying the sight of her blush and twitch in his grasp as she attempted once more to break free, which failed miserably.
"Hmpf! Fuck you!" Lucia snarled at him defiantly. "Hurry up and kill me already."
He scoffed at her statement, before proceeding to strangle her in earnest while still molesting her chest savagely through her top with his left hand and kept choking with his right, making it hard for her to breathe as her vision faded slowly...in a desperate final struggle, she rammed her head backwards into his face. It sent him rolling onto his back. He wiped blood away with the palm of his hand as Lucia quickly regained composure from the fall and grabbed for her sword lying on the floor nearby where she dropped it after falling into Tony earlier; however, he quickly sprang up from the ground himself, grabbing her shoulder with one hand and pulling her down onto her back again with tremendous force; pinning her arm out of reach of any sort of weapon nearby or even possible defense now. She had become disarmed completely while he towered over her body without hesitation and pressed one foot against her stomach so hard it drove most of air out of her lungs making her groan in pain again as she desperately tried not to panic about how she might lose consciousness soon if she did not act quick.
She flailed about desperately to get off him while gasping for air as she couldn't breathe properly because of his boot crushing against her diaphragm. She tried punching at his leg in hopes that this might make him move his foot off of her belly yet it didn't work because it hurt too much and all he did was squeeze even harder to pin Lucia completely down beneath him, rendering her helpless in every way imaginable. Her vision began blurring further with each second that passed until everything went black.
"The winner is Tony! Your applause, ladies and gentlemen!" The minotaur, meanwhile, looked less than pleased by what happened during the fight. It was nothing exciting, and hoped they would quickly move on to the next event.
Greeting the victor in the middle of the stage was a man in priest robes, "As the winner, you are given a slave scroll and private room key." With that, he presented to Tony, the scroll with an orange paper; it had several paragraphs written across it and was filled to the brim with strange symbols, each glowing brightly in an unreadable language unknown to others.
"The Colosseum slaves are treated as such when they win the matches. You can do whatever you want, but try not to kill your toy," the man in the priest robe spoke eloquently before leaving towards his quarters upstairs as the minotaur announcer instructed for them to clear the stage.
Looking at his prize, a pretty elven woman who lost the fight and was taken by him, Tony snickered, "Let us go have a good time then." He picked Lucia's small body up in both of his hands by her armpits before throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman carry, before walking toward his prepared private rooms. There were many open ones, since those who won had access to these, along with whatever they pleased.
A long hallway opened up as he neared its end, the door shut firmly behind him and the magical lights began casting upon him as he crossed it to enter inside of a nicely sized square room with soft carpet. Placed next to the wall at his left, right in front of him was a big bed with pink silken sheets folded perfectly on top of itself. In the opposite wall to the far right corner was an old wooden cabinet that had several shelves with different wines and whiskey bottles aligned in rows according to color on them and below were drawers for extra clothes that were provided for him as a guest who would participate in this match. A chair and end table with a matching side table rested at the corner diagonally facing the bed against the wall and the only other furniture of the room was a black lacquered chest pushed into the same wall as well which had a blanket, pillowcases, blankets along with some additional towels for later uses.
The sounds of Lucia groaning in discomfort caught Tony's attention. The elf woman still had her eyes closed as if sleeping deeply despite being on the rough shoulder of this brute. He laid her down on the large queen sized mattress softly and put her weapon aside to inspect her after getting the scroll he got out earlier, still with some indiscernible glowing markings on the paper.
Holding the paper right above Lucia's head, Tony chanted, "The winner of this battle shall be blessed to control the loser. Until death or release from bonds, my will be done." His voice reverberated through the room loudly with his booming, bassy tenor.
All of a sudden, Lucia felt the world shift and sway under her; her consciousness coming back into reality as she started to regain some coherence.
The first thing she noticed was Tony. He was leaning over her prone form, smiling at her in a rather unnerving way. He slowly unbuckled her armor and pulled the straps free. With ease, Tony removed them off of her chest completely.
