The Tournament

Lucy the young gladiator pinches her knob as she stirs up a load of freshly squeezed juices to supercharge her blaster. Her heart races away while her team mates Fawn and Bailey perish under the masterly aim of Grace from one of the opposing teams. This is the moment she's been waiting for. She's chosen this path, like letting go, there's no regret and she loves every second of it. 

The young gladiator's body is a bodacious high performance sex weapon. Her proud jewels held taut and stretched apart with the satisfying feeling of dominance. Her sword suspended in a tingling aphrodisiac filled soft casing. Her body encased in a tightly shrink wrapped latex suit. Her round cheeks hug the inserted control phallus's that's madly vibing away between her muscular hip and undercarriage. She quivers feverishly at the full and magnificent feeling of being so simultaneously indestructible and vulnerable within her mind, body, and heart. This is her first Pan-Galactic Grande Tournament.

While young in her game, Lucy is no stranger to the tournaments. Having been a mercenary before becoming a pro gladiator, she’s dealt several crushing death orgasms while climbing her way up the minor leagues. To her, this is freedom. The corporate conflicts she fought in meant nothing. How else would she get to be who she wants and afford the panties, the makeup, the toys, and other fine things in her life? Despite her confident looks, Lucy's just one of many contestants in the arena who crave to unleash their lustful and deadly desires on each other. 

Smack. She licks her tongue again at the savory opportunity to eliminate Grace from the leader board. Fawn lets out a cute gasp while resisting the futile urge of blowing her precious load. Bailey screams her head off in dying orgasms while releasing a torrent of weapons grade goo. Another casualty from the purple team rests lifelessly against the wall with her knob still violently ejaculating. Meanwhile, Lucy pleases herself to the sound of her team-mates being terminated. All of this happening under Grace’s sadistic and fiendishly attractive purrs. 

It can’t be that bad as Lucy thinks to herself. After all, that’s 2 less bitches to split the booty with once she wins the prize for them this year.

She cums. 

Again. 

Lucy lets out a purr as she feels her breast pumps quicken its tempo, pounding away with firm excitement. She can't wait!

(to be continued)