"If you beat me, you can have me." She said.
I smiled. This would be easy. She was half my size and didn't look like she packed enough muscle to swat a fly.
She laid aside her pole axe and removed her Nav Belt. Like a fool, I stood and waited for her, calling myself being a gentleman.
"Are you ready?" She said.
All I could see were her magnificent breasts half showing through her thin black combat shirt. Yeah I was ready all right. All I could think about was the sweet prize between her legs.
I swung at her head, not really trying to do any damage; I just wanted to get my point across. I was going to fuck her, but I didn't want to do it if she was bleeding all over my cock.
Faster than I thought possible, she grabbed my wrist and I was suddenly flying over her.
The impact with the ground stunned me for a moment. I lay there thinking to myself, 'This bitch is for real!'
"You said you were ready. Don't play with me. I really want to fuck but I'll kill you if you don't try."
I saw her foot coming at my head and managed to deflect it in time.
When I stood I realized that I might have to kill her. She was looking at me with an intensity that I'd only seen in the arena.
She came at me this time. Her first swing was at my gut, but it was only a feint. I blocked that one and she nearly took my head off with her left. She hit harder than some men.
Her follow up was a roundhouse kick. I ducked underneath and kicked her leg out from under her. She went down hard onto her stomach.
I heard the breath whoosh out of her as I threw myself onto her from behind. Her ass was solid and fleshy and only made my dick even harder.
Even as I wrapped my arm around her throat I began to hump her through the lower armor.
"Come on bitch. Give up that ass!" I fully intended to rape her when she passed out. And if she died, oh well, it wouldn't be the first time I'd fucked a corpse.
For a moment she tried to fight me. But she suddenly went limp. I held my arm in place for a few more seconds. I'd had someone play dead like this before. When it didn't appear that she was moving any more I lifted my arm and started to remove her lower armor.
Her left arm flashed back so fast that I didn't even see it until the stars formed in front of my eyes.
"Bastard." She said as she squirmed from under me. "You gotta work a lot harder than that if you want this." She ran a hand inside her shirt and played with her nipple.
I held my nose and felt the blood running around my fingers. It was strange, but the violence seemed to be making me even more aroused than normal.
I'd beat any number of people to death over my career. Sometimes for profit, but mostly because I enjoyed it. It didn't matter to me. Men, women, animals were all the same and all felt the same when I came inside them just before or as they were dying. I just loved ripping their tight little assholes or pussies with my enhanced dick.
Hell, there'd even been one woman that I managed to separate her jaws while I skull fucked her.
But this bitch was different. She could fight back and I felt myself getting larger and larger. Already I knew I was past 10 inches and still growing.
She noticed it too. Despite the job she'd been sent to do, I could see the plain lust in her eyes. She wanted to feel this dick ripping her pussy walls to shreds.
"I can see why they want you." She said.
Ignoring the blood running down my hand I rubbed my cock through the material of my pants. "I've fucked them all and I'll get you too."
"Maybe, but you'll have to earn it."
In a way that had never happened before, she intrigued me.
She swung at me and I blocked it. Back and forth we went like that for a while. I landed a few good blows on her, but nothing good enough to take her down. And although I was bleeding from a few small scratches she hadn't really landed any kick or punch that disabled me.
She was good. When I pressed forward, she would meet me and give as good as she got. I launched a kick at her mid section and without breaking stride she leapt over me and landed with cat like grace.
My dick was throbbing now with desire. I wanted more than just to crash it through her pussy lips and into her sweaty moistness. I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to cry out my name as she rode me with that magnificent ass.
Her flat stomach was bathed in sweat and she was breathing hard. Her perfect areola and nipples showed through the wet shirt. Her long hair was plastered to her face and back.
I had to admit to myself that she was beginning to tire me out. None of the others had lasted this long. Not even the ones in the arena had met me on this common of ground.
"Too hard for you?" She taunted. "You are supposed to be the best. Mr. Big bad killer. I'm starting to loose interest in you."
She backed away from me and removed the armor covering her lower body. Her legs glistened and the muscles beneath moved fluidly below her skin. With a contemptuous toss of her hand she flung the armor away.
"Let me make it a little easier for you." Below the armor she only wore a loincloth. When she moved back into a fighting stance I could see the ripe pink wetness between her legs. I had enough time to notice that she was shaved before she came at me again.
Without the armor on, her legs were free to move. She launched a series of kicks at me that it took all my skill to avoid.
She was fast. Faster than anyone I'd ever faced and though I hated to admit it, she might be able to beat me if I couldn't end this soon.
I managed to get a good solid blow in to her jaw, but as she spun she brought up her fist and caught me in the side of my face.
I stopped and spit out a mouthful of blood and a tooth.
