Prelude: This story found its beginning in "The Pirate Raiders of Eros".
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It was hard for Kayla to think. The heavy wooden doors reverberated from the deep pounding of the drums. A roar ascended from the raucous crowd for some unknown reason. The tiny holding pen where they waited was not well ventilated; the humid air was heavy with a mix of perfume and fear. A trickle of sweat found a path down Kayla's collarbone and between her melon-sized breasts. She wanted to get up and walk around, but there was little free space and besides, the iron chains made moving all but impossible.
Kayla had no idea what was planned for them in the arena. The fact that they were scantily dressed was not a good omen. Just a few hours earlier, the king's eunuchs had bathed her and massaged her skin with fragrant oils. The eunuchs then dressed her and her companions in exquisite and suggestive clothing. The hemline of Kayla's tunic rode high on her thighs. She was a tall and long legged girl, and the tight fitting tunic was definitely a cock teaser. Fortunately, a pair of silk thong panties gave her at least a small measure of modesty.
Kayla watched the gladiator as he went around the room, removing the manacles from the wrists of the captive girls. Bare-chested and pony tailed, his hard body looked as if it had been carved from stone. A jagged scar marked his left shoulder. Although clearly a warrior, he was gentle with his hands, carefully removing the restraints.
"What will happen to us?" stammered Alisha, a slender blonde sitting across from Kayla. Her wrists were still bound tightly together. The gladiator turned and looked at her.
"You will face the orcs," he replied, "If you defeat them, king Orak has promised your freedom."
"Orcs? What creatures are these?" replied Alisha, her eyes wide.
"I have heard of them." said Kayla, "They are foul creatures from the mines. Many are freaks, deformed by the strange glowing rocks which surround the gems they have digging. King Orak purchased them from the wizard who owns the mines. Some of our sisters from Eros were used for barter."
"What? We must go to them!"
"Yes, even Arwen and Daphne were taken by the wizard." exclaimed Kira, a long haired brunette sitting next to Alisha.
"How can we defeat these monsters? What will they do to us?"
Kayla turned to the gladiator. They needed his help but what could she offer him in return?
"Gladiator, what is your name? How came you to be here?" she asked.
"I am Jarn from the Adari people. My village was raided by king Orak and those who were not killed were taken prisoner. I was made to serve as a gladiator."
Kayla responded, "And I am Kayla. My sisters and I are from Eros. Pirates came to our coast. They captured a patrol of young girls training to be warriors. And then they defiled the sacred temple of our goddess and took the acolytes as hostages. Our princess escaped but we were taken defending her. We were brought here after a long journey by sea and sold to king Orak."
Kayla paused.
"And you, Jarn, are you a free man?"
"I will be. I will fight whatever man or creature Orak puts in front of me and some day I will have my vengeance on those who attacked my village."
"And so will I." thought Kayla. She remembered the pirate who coated her face with milky white cum while she knelt bound before him. She would never forget the utter humiliation and even more the frustration from the betrayal of her own loins. How the spurting cock made her sex ache with lust. Yes, there would come a day when she own that cock.
"You have fought in the arena. How can we kill these orcs and win our freedom?"
He looked at her but was silent.
"Tell me, Jarn, do you have a woman?"
Kayla lowered her gaze past the rippled abs of the gladiator's flat stomach to his bulging loincloth. She opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue over her lips.
The gladiator shifted uncomfortably. He had never seen a woman so beautiful as Kayla. Luscious chestnut hair fell to her shoulders and was complemented by her emerald eyes. Cantaloupe sized breasts defied gravity and sought escape from the insufficient tunic. It was a wonder how that tall body with such a thin waist supported those ripe breasts. Jarn swallowed as she parted her thighs, allowing a glance of white silk panties promising a treasure underneath. Gods, Orak had not permitted him to be with a woman. It had been so long.
The gladiator handed a sword to Kayla.
"Yes, I know of these orcs. They are powerful from many years of working in the the mines. Most of them are dim-witted brutes, but a few are smart and become the leaders. They can track anything, no matter how poor the trail. The orcs are also very possessive and will turn on their own."
Kayla listened intently. The beginnings of a plan started to form. They would win their freedom in the arena and then go to the land of the wizard to retrieve their sisters.
The roar of the spectators grew. A feral scream pierced through the crowd noise. My god, what creature could be making that sound?
The gladiator handed a shield to Alisha. "You will need this."
Belted at the waist by a gold cord, Alisha's white hip cloth hung down just above her knees. Silky brown thighs were exposed by slits on each side and it was evident that she wore nothing underneath. She was naked from the waist up with proud little breasts. A small sapphire stud adorned her navel. Feeling self-conscious, she lifted the shield to conceal her pink tipped mounds from Jarn's view.
Trumpets sounded.
"It is time. May your gods protect you."
The gladiator released the deadbolt and opened the heavy wooden doors, filling the room with blinding sunlight. The crowd cheered lustily as the girls were ushered into the arena.
Kayla squinted as her eyes became adjusted to the brightness. The stadium seats were filled with throngs of drunken spectators. Vulgar jeers and lewd gestures greeted the girls as they stepped out onto the white sand. On Kayla's right was a decorated platform where king Orak sat, accompanied by various dignitaries and soldiers. Orak's bald head gleamed in the sun as he reclined naked in his seat. His enormous stomach gave testament to his excesses. A young slave girl kneeled in front of his fat body, her head furiously bobbing over his lap.
Kayla continued to survey her surroundings. A high circular wall enclosed the sand pit in which they stood. Protruding from the wall a few meters up from its base were beryl horns with polished, mushroom shaped heads. The horns were a deep green color and were spaced at intervals around the entire circumference of the arena. Bolted to the wall a few feet above each horn were a pair of shackles.
Directly across from where they entered was a second set of heavy wooden doors. Something on the other side was thudding against them.
The two dozen or so girls clustered together, unsure of what would happen. They clutched spears, short swords, and shields that had been provided in the holding pen. A lucky few were adorned with short tunics or hip cloths and tops but most wore only silk panties. What made the spectacle even more visually stunning were the vivid colors of the skimpy panties. The spectators were treated to a vision of nubile young girls holding swords, naked except for crimson, teal, canary, and emerald bits of cloth covering succulent little pussies.
Galina, a short haired blonde, gripped her sword tightly. She was one of the fortunate ones to be given a short pleated skirt, white with gold trim. Kira, however, was almost entirely naked. She had long brunette hair and wore only delicate lavender colored panties. Her petite body was deeply tanned. Kira's lips shined with a glossy lipstick matching the color of her thong. King Orak had ordered his eunuchs to dress and primp the girls to accentuate their sexuality. Their vulnerability would drive the crowds crazy.
A distressed cry emanated from Orak's platform. One of the guards yanked up the startled slave girl from Orak's lap. Cum dripped from the corner of her mouth. She momentarily disappeared from sight but not for long as soon the struggling girl was dragged into the arena between two guards. She was completely naked. The bewildered girl looked at Kayla and then to Orak, unsure of what to expect.
Another long blast from a trumpet sounded. The crowd quieted as a tall, gangly man sitting next to Orak slowly rose to his feet. He wore a long purple robe trimmed with white borders and appeared to be some sort of advisor or counsel.
"Citizens of the kingdom! Our great king Orak welcomes you."
The gangly man paused and extended an arm towards the girls standing in the arena.
"Today, our most wonderful king has provided for you the beauties of Eros. Exotic pussy, from a remote land, brought here for your entertainment!"
The crowd cheered and stamped their feet. The spokesman continued.
"These wenches of Eros desire their freedom. What do you think? Shall it be granted them?"
More shouts from the crowd. Many held their arm outstretched, thumbs pointed down.
"King Orak is a merciful king is he not? This freedom our lovelies shall have, provided they accomplish one small task."
The spokesman paused again.
"Provided they defeat the mine creatures of Tarokner!"
