Arena Station

48 Pages·2010·0.32 MB·English

by  Grace Viola

The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via
any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal, and
punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and
do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted
materials. Your support of the author's rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are
products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to
actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Champions of Terra Arena Station Copyright © 2006 Viola Grace SERIES
ISBN: 1-55410-732-6 Cover art by Angela Waters
All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization
of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or
other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written
permission of the publisher.
Published by eXtasy Books Look for us online at: www.extasybooks.com
Champions of Terra
Arena Station
By Viola Grace
Prologue
yra Dannick was elated. “I found it! I actually found it!” She tore out of the
archive as if the hounds of hell were on her heels, skidding through the library to
a communications terminal. She dialled in the codes she had been given for just
such an event.
“I found it, Councillor Rand. The lost planet of Admar. I have the co-ordinates
and the jump keys.”
“This is a most exciting discovery. As soon as your findings are confirmed we’ll
send out a probe.” He sounded sceptical, but was willing to follow protocol for
archaeological discovery.
“When can someone check on my findings?” She was extremely eager to have
her work of three years confirmed. Any delay would be intolerable.
“Someone should be in touch with you in a few days. Have patience, Kyra.”
The call was disconnected and Kyra returned to the archive only slightly less
enthusiastic than she had been before the conversation. It was possible that she
had discovered the location of a planet that had been lost to the Alliance for over
a thousand years. Waiting for a week would not kill her.
Three months later
“I can’t possibly go, I get space sick.” Kyra felt queasy at the thought of the long
journey to the transfer station.
“It was your discovery. You have to be there when the probe confirms your
findings. When the data is downloaded and you are proved correct, you’ll be the
first Champion declared among your species. This is a very great honour. You
have to be there.” The Ontex Councillor was adamant. There was no room for
argument.
So it came to pass that Kyra Dannick, research assistant at the Alliance archive,
found herself in stasis and being shipped across the galaxy. She didn’t know her
stasis chamber had been abducted by raiders, but she did know that when she
woke up to find three men pawing her that she had not reached the transfer
station. She reacted according to her own infallible instincts, and as such, found
herself sold to an arena.
Her savagery in defending her numbed body had the raiders recoiling. No one
had the right to grope her breasts, especially while her legs were still regaining
feeling. She had felt a portion of one of the men’s faces cave in as her fist made
satisfying contact. Something that squished slightly tore off in her other hand as
she hissed in anger and fought for her dignity.
The arena was inevitable after that.
Chapter 1
Four months later
yra watched the hands slide down her torsoKand moaned as they caressed her
breasts, then trailed down to her ribs. As she let out little sighs and whimpers
they continued their exploration. The long, elegant fingers drew circles along her
outer thighs and her breath came in gasps as she fisted her hands in the sheets of
her bunk.
“Ouch, damn it. Ouch. Ok Tory, enough!”
“Well, the damage does not seem to be permanent, but you’re lucky to have
escaped in such good shape.” Tory withdrew her hands from her friend’s body
and wiped the blood she accumulated from the superficial cuts Kyra had
sustained off onto her jumpsuit. “You have cracked ribs and substantial bruising
over most of your body, but nothing life threatening. This is the last time I grope
you after a fight, next time have a companion do it. At least they get paid for it.”
“Face it Tory, I am one of your more normal patients in the quarters, and just
because we aren’t sexually compatible doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy seeing your
smiling face now and then. Plus you have really great hands.” Kyra managed a
winning smile for her tall, gangly friend, and was rewarded with a smile that
would have done an Earth shark credit.
Her chilling smile bisected a face that was lavender in hue, in a body that was 7
feet tall and as willowy as any supermodel back on Earth. Tory offered her
services as a physical therapist and trainer to Kyra when she had entered the
arena barracks. The two had since become fast friends.
“You know that your luck in the pit is not going to be with you forever.
Eventually, you’ll need to be taken to medical for some major repairs and it is
going to cost you.” She sat back and surveyed her battered friend.
“I know, but I would hate to have to dip into my savings. I still dream of getting
myself out of here one day, and I need to bribe a lot of people to slip away
unnoticed.”
“You shouldn’t talk so freely of escaping. Someone might take notice and report
you.” Tory looked nervously about and her eyes widened at the sight of four
guards making their way through the females barracks, straight toward where
Kyra was lying on her bunk.
Two of the arena guards lifted the human out of her bunk and began dragging
her off without a word being spoken. Tory soon fixed that.
“Where the hell are you taking her? She’s recovering from her last fight and
getting ready for another tomorrow.” She moved to block their path and the
other two guards that had come in with them moved her aside.
“She has been summoned to medical. That’s all you need to know.” One of the
guards snarled it in Tory’s face as he shoved her out of the way and then reached
for his stunner. In the female fighter quarters only a stupid guard with no plans
for the future ever forgot that these females fought for a living, and that by
entering the secured area he would be severely outnumbered. Tory stepped back
and let them exit the barracks without making another attempt to delay them.
The doors swung shut behind the group and a murmur of curiosity spread
through the women’s fighter quarters. This was definitely an unusual occurrence.
A few minutes later Kyra’s escort had led her through three security check
points on the arena orbital station, the silence of the walk was starting to get on
her nerves.
“Medical, huh? By who’s request? I sure didn’t ask for it, nor will I accept it on
my account without a fight.” Stumbling between two burly guards of the Oesh
species she tried to keep her dignity as much as possible while two of her arms
were being held by one of each of theirs, the guard on the left was letting his
nine fingers quite thoroughly explore her backside. It was not the first time she
had been groped by an ‘alien‘ species, but it was always unsettling to have limbs
and appendages she could not identify roaming over her body without her
consent.
“The repairs and exam are on the management.” The grunted reply was the only
thing that came out of the right guard's mouth during the arduous half hour walk
to the medical bay.
Medical treatment was not free in the arena and she now had an idea who was
picking up the tab for this little excursion. It was not about to be her.
A team of technicians was waiting for her, ignoring her queries as to what the
hell was going on they secured her bruised body to a gurney and began to work.
Blood and tissue samples were drawn while her ribs were being restored to
wholeness. They removed the bodysuit she had been wearing by the expedient
method of cutting it from her. The shivering in her body became uncontrollable
as the blades slid between her flesh and the suit. The delicate sound of shredding
fabric made her skin prickle in anticipation of the blades turning and reversing
their path. The relief that she felt as the last of the cloth tugged away was at odds
with the frustration of her restrained position.
Under the soothing rays of the restorer her bruises began to fade. She could feel
the cracks in her ribs knitting and fading into nothing. As the pain receded, Kyra
began to struggle against the restraints and the hands of the technicians in
earnest. The claws, fingers and tentacles that were exploring and examining her
body gave her the creeps.
“Quiet down! This is for your safety and comfort.” Finally, one of the team
leaders condescended to speak directly to her as the hive of activity continued to
swirl around her prone form.
“I was perfectly comfortable before. What’s going on here? I didn’t authorize
any repairs on myself.” She tried to infuse a look of haughty disdain into her
features. Not an easy task considering that one of the hive of techs was engaging
in a detailed exam of her reproductive system that would have made a
gynaecologist blush.
“The examination and repairs have been ordered by the management. You are a
successful fighter and they want to minimize the probability of injury and
discomfort later. They do not wish for a repeat of the last female.” He gestured
to another gurney on the other side of the crowded medical bay.
The figure on the gurney was definitely female, but covered with blood. She
recognized the species as a Selna, commonly used in the companion services.
This particular specimen had obviously run afoul of something that was not
interested in her charms and enforced its dislike with sharp claws and teeth.
She had piped up, “Later when?” in response to his last comment, but he
proceeded to speak as if she had said nothing.
“The Selna that was sent was obviously unsuitable. We are endeavouring to
make sure that the next candidate is a much more acceptable match.” The
saurian face lit in delight at a prospect only he could envision.
Feeling nausea and fear rising within her, she ruthlessly fought it back. “A match
for what exactly? And why precisely was she injured?” She jerked her chin at
the other gurney where the techs were still attempting to stop the bleeding.
“One of our champion fighters is in rut. His species is very rare, something to do
with a low birth rate. Anyway, on the station there are only a handful of species
that are remotely compatible, and yours happens to be one of them. Lucky you.”
He looked over his shoulder at the Selna. “She was supposed to be a solid match,
but obviously something was missing in her chemical or biological makeup. She
was rejected. We intend to monitor the next attempt carefully so that records
may be kept for future use.”
“Rut? You mean you want me to fuck a total stranger?” Her astonishment and
outrage was evident. Occasionally a male fighter would pay to have a female
fighter delivered to him for intimate purposes, but usually they made do with
females from the companion barracks. Kyra herself had never volunteered for
that particular branch of employment. Although, she did know several female
fighters that relished the extra income from such occurrences. No one in the
management of the arena had ever attempted to coerce her into it either, at least
not after reading her capture record. Three of the raiders had died and two more
were injured before they could subdue her after they had woken her from cold
sleep.
Good fighters were expensive and they did not want them injured.
“The choice is not up to you. By the time we have finished with you, you will
engage in whatever activity he suggests. Your opinion will not matter, you will
simply react.” He gave her a leering grin and patted her straining thigh as it
fought the cuff at her ankle.
“Are you nuts?” The swarm of technicians stilled and all eyes turned to the team
leader as they absorbed her shrieked insult.
The leer was replaced by a tight smile, “No my dear, I am quite sane. You
should be grateful that we are making the effort to ensure your comfort.” He
turned away and addressed the only female tech in the room. “Are the
supplements calibrated yet?”