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From: motif25626@aol.com (Motif25626)

Subject: STORY: Arena; Episode #15, Part I

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Hi Ya'll! Well, here's the middle story of the series. Once again, multitudinous thanks to Yasmin; whose talent for dialogue continues to greatly improve these stories.

-Motif

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Episode XV - Mikaela

Taking a sheaf of paper from the battered desk top, First Administrator Mikaela swiveled her chair around until she faced the large window behind her. The old high backed leather chair groaned loudly beneath the weight of her hard muscled frame as she propped her feet on the sill; her broad featured face frowning darkly at the view outside her second story office.

Autumn had come early to the arena and the trees around the compound were already dappled with clumps of rusty red and yellow leaves. A few branches still lay scattered about buildings, blown down by the last of the summer thunderstorms. Across a white gravel street, the late morning sun bathed the plain, red brick facade of an old three story building which housed the majority of the arena's administrative personnel. A few off duty guards lounged in the shade of the multicolored trees, watching the morning procession of temple priestesses.

Returning her attention to the pile of morning paperwork in her lap, Ms. Mikaela thumbed past a number of inconsequential reports, the sort that regularly either got passed on to a lower official with her initials or met an untimely end in the "circular file". Her mood improved slightly as she read the last document in the stack. Only three matches were scheduled for the day, so with any luck she'd have the rare pleasure of an hour's workout in the gymnasium before lunch.

Glancing out at the scene below her window, Mikaela's hard-edged features softened as she spotted the petite form of second administrator Dalia strolling along behind the tail end of the procession. Since she was off duty, the blonde official wore a civilian outfit, a summer dress of robin's egg blue belted at the waist to show off her slim hips. Walking along amiably next to the frequent object of her daydreams walked a woman Mikaela immediately recognized, the darkly beautiful Nadja.

Ms. Erika's former lover was considered something of a romantic figure within the arena community, especially by those like Ms. Mikaela, who'd been fond of the popular first administrator. In the months since Erika had been sentenced for the murder of her sister, Nadja had yet to publicly take another lover and, it was rumored, had privately vowed not to.

An irrational feeling of jealousy tinged Ms. Mikaela's thoughts as she idly speculated about the two strolling women. Though she realized she had no claim on the young officer's affections, she couldn't help but feel envious of the lovely dark haired warrior walking beside her. As the figures of the two women dwindled into the distance, Mikaela sank deeper into her thoughts, trying to reconcile the unrequited feelings she had for Dalia with the respect she felt for Nadja.

A chime sounded from a nearby monitor, signaling the start of the days combat. Slapping down the report frustratedly on the desk the tall veteran warrior stood and strode over to the monitor as it flare into life, revealing the familiar stark white room where the main business of the arena was about to begin.

The young woman lay naked on the wide bed, her perfectly smooth white skin a stark contrast against the black silk sheets below her. Thin strands of red silk cord stretched tautly from each bedpost to the loops encircling her wrists and ankles, holding her trim, petite body spread-eagled. Shining golden hair lay like a halo about her pretty, heart shaped face. Her eyes were closed above a small, pert nose and soft red lips; seemingly calm and unconcerned despite her bound condition.

Small, pale round breasts, swelling firmly upward from her chest, rose and fell slowly as if she were asleep. The shallow concave bowl of her stomach lay like a soft depression above the shining tangle of yellow hair covering her sex. Only her tiny pink nipples, pointing stiffly toward the ceiling, betrayed the feelings of erotic anticipation thrilling throughout her small frame.

The familiar sharp slap of leather on bare skin brought the young official's soft blue eyes snapping open and she turned her head to look at the woman standing in the doorway of her bedroom.

She stood poised in the doorway, long athletic legs set in a defiant angle. The glow of the light behind her outlined the sleek flow of her body through the sheer black lace gown, tied at the throat and undulating down the woman's slender frame. A wild mane of jet black hair framed her beautiful oval face, cascading down to caress her round shoulders and ending just above the round swells of her high, thrusting breasts.

"Now that I have your attention..." she whispered seductively.

The dark haired woman strode forward, each step a deliberate provocation, the dusky brown flesh of her thighs breaking through the gap in her gown as she approached the bed. A short handled, black leather whip dangled causally from her right hand, it's multiple foot long straps, gleaming as if recently oiled, brushing against an already reddening mark on the dusky brown skin of her leg.

Standing next to the bed, the svelte young woman looked down at the startling untanned white X of Dalia's bound form. Her lovely almond-shaped eyes roved coolly over the woman's attractive body; examining every inch of smooth pale flesh with a proprietary air, as if searching for the minutest imperfection in her property. At last, their eyes met and Dalia's suddenly moist lips parted as she began to speak.

Instantly the dark haired woman's wrist flicked once, sending her whip slapping down on the tautly stretched skin of Dalia's belly. "You may speak when your spoken to." she said firmly over the young officers surprised gasp. "Speak out of turn, and I'll make you regret it."

Dalia's looked up at the beautiful, almost regal looking young woman, her wide blue eyes wet with growing hunger. Her gaze eagerly drank in the slender woman's sturdy symmetry, each curve of her sensuous body coursing into another beneath the flimsy, transparent gown.

"Do you understand?" the dark haired woman asked.

"Yes, Ms. Nadja." Dalia said breathlessly.

"What the hell is this?"

First Administrator Mikaela stood stunned in the open door of the gymnasium, utterly aghast at the unruly scene before her.

Battle sounds rang through the room; deep throated war cries, high-pitched shrieks of pain, shouted threats and encouragement from participants and bystanders adding to the din. A score of warriors, clad in green or purple workout clothes violently struggled amongst the training and exercise equipment. Another ten or so stood by, apparently holding themselves aloof from joining in the melee.

A deafening wall of sound assaulted Mikaela's senses. Her brain gradually unfreezing from the shock, Mikaela saw that most of the combatants were warriors of the rival Baruch and Shimmura clans, while fighters scattered around the edges of the various combats were largely League members. "Why am I not surprised." she groaned inwardly, anger rising within her like a red tide, replacing her initial surprise.

In the eleven years since she'd been appointed to the arena's security division Mikaela had never seen a riot. Indeed, it wasn't so much the scale of the combat which upset the tall administrator, she'd experienced far more bloody and violent battles on her tours of duty in the north. But what deeply offended the veteran warrior was the seemingly flagrant violation of the arena's most strict prohibition, violating the sanctity of the first rule of arena combat: unsanctioned fighting.

"Public brawling!" She steemed, "I can't believe this! This is incredible - fighting like beasts! How shameful!"

Mikaela's eyes bulged, anger boiling through her muscular frame, making blue veins stand out beneath the dark brown skin on her thick neck. Her normally deep brown eyes darkened to a glittering black as her rage rose. "In *my* arena!" Every muscle in the enraged administrators brawny frame tensed and bulged, adrenalin fueling her already intense outrage. "I'll ban the lot of 'em!" she raged inwardly, stalking toward the nearest pair of combatants, itching to assert her authority.

A few feet away from the furious administrator, two young warriors fought next to the unconscious form of an older blonde woman draped over the back rest of a weight bench. The taller of the two, a long legged Baruch clanswoman with beautifully smooth cocoa skin, kept her shorter brunette Shimmura foe on the defensive. Her long red hair whipped about her athletic frame as she kept up a lightning barrage of snapping jump kicks aimed at her stockier green clad opponent's head and chest. Catching a glimpse of movement behind her, the red haired fighter reflexively whirled about on one foot, gracefully spinning around to land a flashing high kick on the red uniformed woman's rock like jaw.

Mikaela barely felt the blow as she towered over the young warrior, glaring down furiously at her suddenly apologetic face. Realizing who she'd just attacked, the purple clad fighter opened her mouth to stammer out an apology. But before she could utter a sound the muscular veteran's fist shot out, crashing against the side of the red haired woman's head, sending her lithe body spinning unconscious to the floor.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Mikaela looked up from the downed woman's prone form to glare at her former opponent. The green clad brunette stared thunderstruck at her suddenly unconscious adversary, her gaze finally lifting to the tall, angry official who'd so abruptly brought their fight to an end.

"Uh oh."

Trembling slightly under the furious older warrior's withering gaze, she brought her hands up before her, palms forward, signaling her surrender.

"Sit." Mikaela barked, pointing at the weight bench.

Quickly, the young fighter complied with the first administrators order, sitting down next to her unconscious kinswoman.

"Stay." Mikaela said sternly. Ignoring the woman's vigorous answering nod, she strode determinedly forward into the melee.

Feeling a little calmer now that she'd expressed her displeasure physically, Mikaela realized she'd probably need some help to separate the two warring factions. Scanning the room full of struggling fighters, she saw the new League captain standing casually with her back against a wall, avidly watching a pair of battered fighters wrestling on the floor nearby.

As the angry administrator strode toward the wrestlers, one of the fighters, a mature Shimurra warrior, knelt behind her younger half naked opponent, choking her with one scratched and bloody forearm. Her air cut off, the slim purple clad fighter clawed wildly at her foe's arm while her lovely round face, framed by her long, chestnut brown hair, nearly matched the shade of her own torn purple shirt. A grin spread across the green clad fighter's bruised lips as she viciously raked the sharp nails of her free hand across her opponent's bare, sweat slick chest, leaving a set of ragged red trails across the pale white skin of the younger woman's small round breasts.

Upon reaching the struggling pair, Mikaela's heavily muscled leg pistoned out, her heavy boot hammering into the side of the kneeling warrior's head. The older woman's arms flew from her choking opponent and she pitched to one side, unconscious before she hit the floor. The young fighter sprawled backwards, clutching her bruised throat and looking up wide eyed at the seething red uniformed administrator glowering down her.

"Don't move." ordered Mikaela in a steely voice, pointing a thick finger down at the gasping young woman. "Your under arrest."

"Yes, Ms. Mikaela." she replied hoarsely.

The recently elected LIW captain fought to suppress a smile of amusement as Mikaela stalked over to where she stood leaning against the wall. Though she could see the first administrator was definitely not in joking sort of mood, Lana's sense of humour got the better of her.

"Hey, I was enjoying that." she protested.

Mikaela fixed the smaller woman with a pointed stare. "Not now, Lana." she admonished her old friend. "You like this anarchy? Either get over here and help me stop this or send someone to get a squad of guards here while I handle this."

"I'm not about to put my people in the middle of a clan feud." Lana asserted. Since the roar of combat echoing through the room made shouting useless, the League captain waved at a slim woman, wearing a blue and gold singlet, who watched disinterestedly as two combatants exchanged roundhouse blows nearby. After a moment, she caught the slender asian woman's attention and waved her over.

"Say," Lana said as the lithe warrior strolled up, "Would you mind getting a squad of guards for Ms. Mikaela?"

"Sure." said Nga laconically. "It's getting pretty boring here, anyway."

After the new captain had thanked her fellow League member and Nga had sauntered off toward the nearest guard post, Mikaela turned to scan the gymnasium full of battling warriors.

Almost directly across from Mikaela and Lana, two women fought back to back against twice their number of attackers. Using the wooden weapons they'd been practicing with, Liau and Lynn battled four purple clad fighters, deftly guarding each others blind side while simultaneously keeping their opponents at bay. As Mikaela watched the melee, Lynn's baton thumped into the side of a well-muscled Baruch fighter's head, sending the woman reeling sideways towards Liau, where a deftly timed back swing of her quarterstaff caught the staggering woman in the back of her head, instantly knocking her to the floor unconscious.

"Hey, isn't that one of your league members over there?" Mikaela said accusingly, pointing at Lynn.

"Yeah," Lana replied indifferently. Pointing at the woman Liau fought back to back with, she said, "And that's Lynn, Liau's partner. You think Lynn would listen to me if I told her not to fight?"

A high, piercing shriek rose above the din, bringing Mikaela's attention to a spot near the gymnasium's practice ring where a burly Baruch fighter, clad only in a pair of purple shorts, had just slammed one meaty fist into her green clad opponent's crotch. Next to Mikaela herself, the square shouldered warrior was easily the tallest woman in the gymnasium, perhaps an inch over the first administrators own 6'1", though Mikaela estimated they must weigh about the same. The muscular woman's stricken adversary staggered back, fetching up against the platform of the practice ring and with surprising speed the burly Baruch warrior sprang forward, mercilessly pummeling her foe's shuddering torso with short, powerful jabs.

Watching the uneven combat, grim smile creased Mikaela's thin lips as she formed a plan.

Nadja's full, pouting lips twisted in a half smile, half sneer as she looked down into the panting young officer's hungry eyes. This was much more to her liking than the rough and tumble style of lovemaking that Sandra preferred. Though she enjoyed the raw physicality of the Baruch warriors tall, perfectly muscled frame, Nadja found that she always experienced a much stronger erotic charge in the willing submissiveness of this exquisite, doll-like woman's body. Besides, it was Sandra's almost boundless ambition which provided Nadja with the means to control the proud young fighter, not, as with Dalia, her sexual desires.

Nadja dangled the whip over tautly stretched skin of Dalia's belly, skillfully dancing the tips of the leather straps across her skin, making the muscles beneath jump and twitch uncontrollably.

"You like my new toy." she observed.

"Oh yes!" Dalia breathed, her small body stiffening in response to the warm glow radiating in slow waves from her lower belly.

Nadja's whip whistled again, this time slapping the soft white skin just below Dalia's small left breast.

"That wasn't a question, girl." she said angrily, deftly landing a second harder blow on the blonde woman's trim right thigh.

Dalia's breath caught in her throat, the pain shooting from her thigh melding with the growing fire in her loins. Gazing up at the her beautiful tormentor, she nodded her understanding.

Nadja again walked the leather tips of her whip over Dalia's pale young flesh, now flushed with pink highlights as her desire mounted. Gently, she brushed the ends of the leather straps lightly against the golden fur adorning Dalia's aching crotch, sending electric ripples coursing through the moaning young woman. As tiny pearls of moisture appeared amongst the thick yellow hair, she again slapped her whip smartly across the shining alabaster skin of one thigh, drawing a deep gasp from the writhing blonde official as pain mixed inseparably with pleasure.

Carefully gauging the young woman's mounting arousal, Nadja skillfully alternated gentle caresses with sharp strikes, driving Dalia's flushed, trembling body closer and closer to that particular kind of ecstasy she so desperately sought.

First Administrator Mikaela marched steadily toward the practice ring, her angry gaze locked on the Baruch warrior's broad, naked back.

Course looking, deeply tanned skin covered the tall fighter's powerful frame, tightly stretching over the slab-like muscles of her back. A number of scars of respectable length adorned her back and shoulders, their white jagged lines standing out in shocking contrast against her sun-browned skin. Droplets of sweat dripped from her closely cropped blonde hair, rolling down her sweat slick torso as her heavily muscled arms pistoned back and forth, continuing her relentless barrage of punches thudding into her battered, half-conscious opponent.

As Mikeala neared the ring, the muscular amazon suddenly stepped back from her dazed enemy and hammered a brutal straight kick into the green clad woman's lower belly. The battered asian warrior's long, silkily black hair whipped across her agonized face as she doubled over, the air whooshing from her body in an audible rush. Clutching her wounded belly, the stricken woman looked up at her solidly built foe with lovely sea green eyes glazed with pain, her mouth moving soundlessly, trying to gasp out her surrender.

After taking a moment to enjoy her enemies distress, the viciously grinning Baruch fighter spun deftly around, one powerful leg flashing out to land a hard kick on the side of the dark haired woman's head that sent her reeling to the floor unconscious.

Mikaela's foot thumped between the tall warrior's broad shoulder blades as she stood over her beaten foe, making the heavily muscled fighter stumble forward a step and eliciting a grunt of surprise. Quickly she spun around to face her new attacker, a furious scowl replacing the triumphant grin on her angular, close set face. The Baruch warrior's large, sloping breasts heaved angrily, twin orbs of untanned ivory flesh with blue veins visible beneath white skin made almost translucent with perspiration and contrasting sharply with the surrounding sun-browned skin covering her broad chest and wide, flat stomach. With a low, throaty growl the tall, burly fighter took a step toward the equally burly red clad official standing calmly before her.

"Your under arrest." Mikaela said sternly. "Don't make this hard on yourself."

A flicker of amusement crossed the caucasian fighter's gray eyes as she met the tall official's impassive level stare with her own furious glare. Tension thickened the air between the two massively muscled warriors, gazes locked in a battle of wills. Their silent confrontation was an island of calm amidst the swirling sea of combat, drawing quick glances from the fighter's battling around them. Finally, frustrated at her inability to stare down the burly red clad official, the muscular blonde fighter took a quick step forward and, with a startlingly loud shout, sent a high standing kick speeding toward her new foe's head.

Mikaela swiftly ducked beneath the angry warrior's flashing kick and launched herself at her carefully chosen opponent, ramming a shoulder into her antagonist's wide chest. One of the blonde fighter's flailing hands caught the edge of Mikaela's shirt as she staggered back, popping the metal snaps down the front of the blouse and tugging her opponent after her, sending them both stumbling toward the ring.

Losing her grip on her foe's shirt, the Baruch fighter stumbled backwards over the body of her previous adversary and fell heavily against the raised platform of the practice ring, grimacing as the small of her back jarred against the edge of the platform . Unable to stop her staggering advance Mikaela also tripped over the unconscious fighters body and managed to throw an awkward punch which just grazed her opponent's square jaw before she stumbled awkwardly into her a moment later.

The two heavily muscled warrior's bodies slapped together, shaking the ring with their collision. Strong hands slapped against sweat slick flesh

as both fighters tried to recover her balance using her opponent's closely pressed body. The blonde fighter was the first to regain her feet and immediately wrapped her muscular arms around her foe's broad shoulders, trapping the squirming red clad official's arms against her sides and crushing their bodies together in a powerful bear hug.

Her thin lips peeling back in fierce grin, the first administrator suppressed a groan as the burly baruch warrior tightened her hold. Mikaela's heavy brown breasts flattening painfully against her foes equally full, pale tits; their hard muscled stomachs pressing firmly against each other as her adversary heaved, straining unsuccessfully to lift Mikaela off her feet. The tall official jerked her right knee up blindly, drawing a grunt of pain from her foe as it jabbed into the inside of blonde fighters right thigh, then a shriek as the thick heel of her boot stamped back down on her opponent's bare left foot.

Feeling the powerful, crushing arms loosen fractionally about her shoulders, Mikaela braced her feet and broke her antagonist's painful hold with a mighty wrench. Allowing herself a gasp relief, the red clad official skipped back a step and quickly sent a vicious right jab speeding at her opponent's head. The blonde fighter blocked the punch with a hastily raised forearm and counter punched with a right hook, which sped past Mikaela's head as she dodged. With practiced speed the veteran first administrator grasped the muscular amazon's outstretched arm at the wrist and elbow and, spinning her back to her foe, used her opponent's momentum to throw the big warrior neatly over her out-thrust hip.

The blonde fighter tucked her head in and took the fall on her broad shoulders. As she rolled to her feet, her red clad foe levered herself onto the platform and rolled beneath the lower rope, springing erect with a mocking grin on her broad face and motioning the tall baruch fighter to join her in the ring. Her own visage flushing red with anger, the tall Baruch fighter sprang toward the practice ring, howling her acceptance of the muscular official's challenge.

Mikaela scanned the gymnasium as she backed toward the center of the ring, noting with satisfaction that a few of the warriors closest to the ring had broken off their fights to watch her confrontation with the huge warrior. While her opponent clambered over the ropes, Mikaela stripped her flapping uniforms blouse from her sweating torso and cast it aside, congratulating herself that she'd had the foresight to have her shirts made with snaps instead of buttons.

"Now all I have to do is beat the big cow." she thought to herself, bracing to meet the muscular warrior's charge.

The sheer black silk gown parted with a whisper, revealing the sinuous ripples of muscle stretching tautly beneath the shining satin brown skin of Nadja's thighs as she straddled the bound woman's slim hips. A light sheen of sweat covered the moaning blonde officers alabaster skin, marked here and there with parallel rows of light red lines where her dark haired lover had plied her whip.

Nadja began slowly brushing the leather straps over the panting young woman's helpless body, allowing their full lengths to lovingly caress the shallow valley of her trembling belly and entwine about the urgently rising hills of her small, achingly erect breasts. The long shiny black straps seemed like slithering snakes exploring the gently writhing landscape of Dalia's pale, vulnerable body and excitement thrilled through Nadja's own slender frame as she looked down into the slender officer's beseechingly soft blue eyes.

Lost in the sweet agony of pain heightened pleasure coursing through her tensely aroused body, Dalia fought the growing urge to open her mouth and beg her lover for release. Every inch of her petite frame yearned insistently for the dusky beauty's merest touch; her skin tingling electrically where the softly glowing brown skin of her lover's shapely thighs rested atop her hips. An achingly intense sensation suffused her lower belly, pulsating with every stroke and slap of her beautiful lover's whip and Dalia longed to wrap her tightly bound limbs around Nadja's athletic frame and crush their bodies together until they melted into a single orgasmic whole.

A gentle heat insinuated itself through Nadja as she stroked the whip, it's long handle grown hot her hand, over the trembling, straining body of the lovely blonde woman below her. She reveled in her control over the young official, bringing her achingly close to the thundering release she craved, then driving her back from the brink, groaning with frustration. Pausing a moment to allow Dalia's ardor to cool, Nadja noticed a very faint row of red scratch marks, barely visible on the flushed skin of her lover's left shoulder.

Nadja's gorgeous almond shaped eyes darkened as she gazed at the marks she'd missed in her initial inspection of Dalia's youthfully supple body. Slowly, she rose up on her knees and leaned forward, careful not to let their bodies touch, until her face hovered closely over Dalia's.

The soft silken ropes keeping the young official bound to the bed thrummed as her body surged upwards towards Nadja's athletic frame hovering a few scant inches above her. Dalia's petite body shook uncontrollably, as if she were made of sweetly aching iron filings drawn irresistibly toward the shapely magnate of her lover's body. Her anticipation mounted unbearably as Nadja cupped the back of her head and slowly lowered her lovely face nearer and nearer. Dalia breathed in the spicy/sweet aroma of Nadja's breath as she stared transfixed into her dark, fathomless eyes. Finally, Nadja's ripe, sensuous mouth drew within millimeters of her own lust-swollen lips and Dalia exulted inwardly, sure that release from her erotic agony was at last close at hand.

Twining a length of shining yellow hair about her slim brown fingers, Nadja abruptly jerked her lover's head back, drawing a yelp of surprise from the panting young officer. Reversing her grip on the whip, she slapped it's long leather wrapped handle across Dalia's narrow sweat slick chest and forced her arching torso back down to the bed. "Now," Nadja said levely, staring intently as Dalia's suddenly wide blue eyes filled with a conflicting mixture of frustrated lust, pain and confusion. "Who else have you been screwing?"

The heavily muscled caucasian fighter charged her opponent, her howling war cry ringing loudly off the bare stone walls of the gymnasium. As she closed with her waiting foe, the burly blonde warrior suddenly dove forward, attempting to knock her adversaries red clad legs out from under her.

Mikaela's standing jump neatly cleared her opponents rolling body and, as her charging foe rolled to her feet, the tall veteran warrior quickly spun about and lept toward her blonde antagonist, sending a strong kick slamming into the middle of her broad back. The Baruch fighter shrieked angrily as she pitched forward, slamming down heavily onto the canvas with a bang that shook the entire ring. Mikaela sprang into the air, aiming a vicious knee drop at her prone adversary; but just as her feet left the floor, the muscular fighter twisted to one side and twin bolts of agony shot up from Mikaela's knees as they slammed down onto the hard canvas.

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