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  Champions of Terra

  Arena Station

  Copyright © 2006 Viola Grace

  SERIES ISBN: 1-55410-732-6

  Cover art by Angela Waters

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  Champions of Terra

  Arena Station

  By

  Viola Grace

  Prologue

  Kyra 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

  Kyra watched the hands slide down her torso and 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?”

  “Yes Dr.

  Telnor. Her muscle mass and physiology have been taken into account and the shots are ready.” The tech slid a tray within easy reach of the doctor and stood back with the rest of the team.

  “Now, since you are so curious, I will explain the supplements to you as I administer them.” He lifted the first of the four hypo sprays from the tray.

  “This first one is a general vitamin and mineral base to improve your immune system and give you a fighting chance against any infection your injuries might cause.” He held the injector against her arm with a small hiss and a twinge following, it was over.

  “The next one is a sedative. Not enough to make you unconscious, but you may wish it had.” His grin was positively evil as he closely examined her for signs of discomfort and upset. He was rewarded with the visible tension that invaded her body at his words.

  “Third is an inhibitor to prevent pregnancy. Your cycle is unfamiliar and we don’t want to take any chances on getting you out of fighting form.” Instead of her shoulder this injection went into her thigh, burning as it entered her bloodstream.

  “Lastly, we have a little something that will make sure you won’t fight too hard.” He held the hypo in front of her face with a look of pure malevolence. “The male you are going to is one of our highest earning fighters and it wouldn’t do for you to injure him during your little encounter, now would it?”

  Slowly, he dragged the cool metal of the injector across her body. Then he reached between her spread thighs and inserted the mechanism into her. She gritted her teeth at the pain as the spray was triggered and absorbed into her bloodstream via the thin tissues of her vaginal walls.

  “This is a cocktail of various hormones present in your own system that we have synthesized, concentrated and enhanced to create a certain…shall we say enthusiasm for you to, as you put it, ‘fuck a total stranger’. The injection will take effect in a few minutes. You will then be taken to your ‘date’.” Dr. Telnor gave her a final leering grin and left the room, giving the high-pitched hiss that passed for laughter in his species. The swarm of techs thinned out and at last she was left with only one attendant whose eyes were fastened on the statistics station. It was the female from before who was stuck monitoring the progress of the drugs into her system.

  The cool air and the hum of the machines became her physical focus as the rational part of her mind struggled to grasp what was happening to her. Since her capture, no male of any species had been allowed anywhere near her outside of the fighting arena. The three raiders that she had dispatched during the attack that had landed her here made quite an impression on the slavers who presented her as a likely candidate for the arena.

  During her first fight she had truly felt alive for the first time since the day she left earth to join the Alliance. In the rush of adrenaline that had coursed through her during her premier arena battle, she had found an addiction which she had gladly fed. She was an adrenaline junkie; always looking for the next situation that would stimulate her to react at the height of her capabilities, it was a pity that sex was almost out of the question. The risk was not worth the rewards.

  Occasionally, a female fighter was taken to be used by the males, sometimes as a punishment, on the odd occasion for hire, which earned the female a hefty sum in the process. Kyra had been careful to neither volunteer for the duty nor to earn a punishment that would land her in the arms of one of the male gladiators of the arena. She enjoyed sex, but only when she had the freedom to choose her partner and be chosen in return. The orbital station set-up did not allow for such choosing to occur. At no time were t
he females and males allowed to mingle without the express permission of the management.

  Now, here she was facing the fate that she had so studiously avoided in the months that she had been confined here. All that effort for naught.

  “Ah, the stimulant is beginning to take effect.” The tech sounded relieved as the monitors began to register the increase in respiration and body temperature.

  Looking around to make sure that there were no witnesses the tech grabbed a small hypo spray from her kit and pressed it into Kyra’s neck, under her waist length hair. The injector disgorged its contents with a sullen hiss and the cold metal was removed.

  “What was that for?” She whispered her query to the tech; sure that what she had just been given was not on the good doctor’s list.

  “Your body is a close match for the Azon they are sending you to, but it still may be uncomfortable for you. This is a muscle relaxant that will also numb any pain for the next fourteen hours and by then you should be back here. It will make the mating more comfortable for you.” The tech ducked her head again and pretended to be checking a sensor connection as a supervisor came by to check on her progress.

  As soon as the supervisor left, Kyra whispered on a breath of sound, “Thank you.” Then resumed her half-hearted struggles against her bonds.

  When all of the indicators had been triggered, lighting up the monitor display, the tech summoned the guards to escort her to the male. Restraint cuffs were attached to her wrists and ankles, their proximity determined by a remote that allowed for full movement or snapped her limbs together and held them in a magnetic field.

  A short shift was produced and she was relieved that she would not be paraded through the halls naked. It was vaguely Grecian in style, which left one shoulder bare, whilst draping from the other to fall to mid-thigh. There was no tie for the shift. It clung to her every move as she took measured hesitant steps, which was all that was allowed by the ankle cuffs' distance set by the guards.