Danielle looked around the arena much more thoroughly than the other girls -- thoroughly enough to catch Lorraine doing the same thing as her, and Lena seeking out possible exits -- in order to get a threat assessment. She gave up counting the dickgirls after the first thousand, which only took up one section of the stands. Considering that at least some of the dickgirls would have to still be on duty in order to keep the station running -- a skeleton crew of between 200 and 500 workers, depending on the actual size of the station -- that put the enemy's strength at at least 50,000 by her estimation.
And that was assuming this was all of the enemy's strength... it could be there were enough dickgirls to put this many in the stands and still have a full crew's worth left over to run the station normally without resorting to a skeleton crew. That would raise her estimate by at least half.
She whistled as she realized this, and Priscilla turned to look at her. "What?" she said.
"There's a lot more of them than I thought there were," Danielle replied.
The Commander -- at least the girls assumed this was him, he was the only full-fledged male in the room -- stood. "You're probably wondering as to the reason you've been brought here," he stated in the familiar voice they had heard on the intercom, turning toward Summer and winking at her.
"Kiss my ass," Summer muttered under her breath.
"This challenge will determine which team has to vote off a member. Each team will do battle with creatures from my menagerie, which will become increasingly difficult to defeat as the challenge goes on. Each creature you defeat will earn your team 200 points; however, each girl that gets fucked by one of the creatures is not allowed to proceed to the next level of the challenge and will lose her team 100 points. The last team to have at least one member remaining in the challenge will be the winner by default, but for our entertainment will have to complete the challenge until all members of both teams have been fucked. Your team will earn 1,000 points for winning the challenge."
Lena whistled, surprised at the amount of points at stake. The other girls -- including those on Team 1 -- looked at each other, silently sharing her sentiment.
There was a portcullis in front of each team of girls. Now, those gates rumbled open, letting whatever might be beyond them out.
As it turned out, dryads were first. The dickgirls in the stands cheered or yelled obscenities at the green-skinned women as they started moving toward the girls and trying to work fingers inside their pussies or assholes. Team 1 finished the dryads off without being touched, but Team 2 lost Stacey when a dryad managed to get two fingers inside her cunt.
As it turned out, girls who lost the challenge were transferred to the stands. Stacey spent the rest of the challenge being molested by thousands of dickgirls.
The pink things that lived in the greenhouse with the dryads were next. They moved faster than they had in the greenhouse, compensating for the lack of aphrodisiacs in use with speed and agility. Kim, Shannon and Katie all got fucked, making the teams even again.
Another type of female monster was next. These had wings on their backs, and took to the skies to evade incoming fire from the girls before diving back down to attack. Lena scaled a pillar and fired at them from the top of it each time they went airborne, causing Team 2 to only lose Tina... Team 1 had lost Summer and Angela, who had been the victim of one of the creatures sitting on her cock and making the dickgirl fuck her pussy.
Whatever came next, the girls couldn't see them. Lorraine could see them leaving footprints that looked human enough on the earthen floor of the arena, but they were completely invisible to the naked eye.
Lorraine tossed her gun aside and adopted a fighting stance. As one pair of footprints got close, she lashed out with a foot and connected with something solid. A human-sounding voice cried out in pain, and suddenly the recipient of the kick became visible.
It was a dickgirl, but not like the others... somehow, she was just off. And it wasn't because Lorraine's foot had connected solidly enough with the side of her knee that her leg was now bent at an angle it was never meant to take, either.