Part Two

Liam eyed the gladiatrix nervously, his slender hands gripping a tomahawk tightly. Lora stood in the center of the arena, surrounded by the disemboweled and dismembered corpses of 5 other boy gladiators. She was covered head to toe in blood and pieces of entrails, and her face was contorted in bestial savagery, giving her the appearance of some sort of pagan martial goddess.

Lora turned her head towards Liam.
She wrenched her sword out of the punctured chest of one of the corpses (Liam couldn't tell who it was, as their face was too disfigured by blunt force injury) and slowly began to lurch towards him.

The boy raised his tomahawk, his heart thundering in terror as the woman steadily closed the gap, her sword dragging along the dirt floor. Lora abruptly stopped, about 4 feet away from Liam. She swayed and fell to her knees, her sword falling limply from her hand. Liam cautiously advanced, his tomahawk raised.

Suddenly, she sprang forward, tackling Liam to the ground.

The boy's tomahawk flew out of his hands.

Liam gasped, winded by the impact. He felt Lora's large, firm breasts squish against his chest. "How old are you, boy?", she whispered in his ear, her right arm pressed against his throat, her off hand occupied with pinning his hands against the ground. "A-almost fifteen", he squeaked, his baby blue eyes bulging at the almost effortless way she had disarmed him. All the stories he had heard during training camp were true, after all. Lora was a monster in combat.

A curious look on her face, Lora suddenly looked down at his crotch. Despite his impending mortality, Liam felt his face heat up and redden. He had a raging erection, and it had pressed up against Lora's tight abdomen. The woman smiled, and began to slowly rub her muscular stomach against Liam's cock. The teenager gasped in pleasure and grabbed hold of Lora's back, his fingernails digging into her skin. She felt his penis pulse and stiffen, before a hot load of cum blasted against her sweaty six pack.

Liam exhaled and loosened his grip on Lora's back. He didn't notice her arms wrap around his neck before it was too late.

Lora slowly squeezed, her biceps flexing and rippling. Liam's eyes shot open, his arms flying up in a desperate attempt to free himself from her deadly hold. His fingers scratched and scrabbled, but Lora payed no heed. Liam's skinny legs kicked and flexed as the 14 year old slowly asphyxiated. His face turned a deep shade of red, snot and saliva dribbling down his chin as he gagged.

Lora breathed in, her nose buried in Liam's strawberry blonde hair. This was it for her. The last gladiator she would ever have to kill before retirement and a lifetime of relaxation. She inhaled the boy's fear-scent, mixed in with sweat and arousal.

"Enough playing, I'm tired", she muttered to herself. The boy found one last burst of energy, arching his back as his legs drummed against the dirt, his hands scratching at Lora's face. A guttural moan of terror arose from deep within his throat. Lora swiftly jerked her arms, snapping Liam's neck instantly.

The boy went slack. His blue eyes faded, staring up into the clear sky. Lora panted, her exertion finally catching up to her. She relaxed her arms, letting Liam's body slump over on its side. The gladiatrix lay there as the arena staff rushed to her side. She had finally made it. She had survived a career in the arena.