The Sex Arena (Sex Slave Series #2)

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The
Sex
Ar
e
na

(
Sex Slave Series
)

Part 2

 

 

 

by
:

 

Emerald Ice

The Sex Arena

Copyright © 2012 Emerald Ice

All Rights Reserved

 

Cover Art by:
Mitru

 

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Edited by
Lisa at Editor’s Cove:
editorscove.com

             
             

Kindle Edition

 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and any situations are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this book are 18 years of age or older.

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WARNING: Contains graphic and explicit sexual content and situations. This book is not intended, and should not be viewed by anyone below the age of 18.

 

 

Dedicated to
Mitru
:
an amazing artist
who was kind enough to answer my thread
, who took the time to answer my many question
s
&
who
create
d
such a beautiful cover!

Many thanks,
Mitru
!

Prologue

The host smiled as he surveyed the
stadium
. This is where
it
all happened
:
where history was made and where his audience
brought in
thousands of credits
to
spend so he could
maintain his lavish lifestyle.

It was simple – he
suppli
ed a service unlike any other
,
and his buyers
craved
the entertainment he
provid
ed. He was a master of sch
eming and a master of his trade. He was
Rha’aznok,
M
aster of The Sex Arena.

Standing ten feet
tall, Rha’aznok towered over his stadium crew.
His race prided
themselves
on the art of making money
,
and he was considered one of the
top moneymaking
“kings”. Everyone who worked for him knew their lives were forfeit at his whim
,
and all who passed within his sight cowered, hoping to
slip beneath
his radar.

Rha’aznok
was slightly humanoid in that he had a head, torso, arms and legs, but the similarities ended there. He
was
the color of
mucus and had constant slime dripping from him
that would have
sent most sane
specie
s fleeing in terror; then again, his charming demeanor was
more
likely
the
reason for his lack of
friends.

In this part of the galaxy, however, Rha’aznok was only one of thousands
-
possibly millions
-
of races
,
and they were all different. Beauty was definitely in t
he eye of the beholder in space
,
and he was convinced without a shadow of a doubt that he was desired greatly by males and females of all races.
After all, who wouldn’t want a wealthy, sexy entrepreneur?

A white
,
segmented wor
m-like creature approached Rha’aznok tentatively, “Sir, the preparations are nearly complete. If your humble servant may ask of his wonderful greatness, Rha’aznok, is there anything else we might do to perfect tonight’s events?”

Rha’aznok rolled his
e
ye
s
and sighed lazily
, “
As long as the cocks on the statues have been properly oiled,
the slaves have been secured
,
and the creatures have been readied, there is yet but one thing that remains.”

The worm shivered and asked, “What might that be, Sir? I will attend to it right away.”

The humanoid
lashed
out his slime-covered hand with lightning speed and grabbed the worm by the be
lly. His fingers surrounded its squishy body easily
,
and he squeezed, ripping the worm in-two.

The worm lay dead at his feet, its body still flopping around and squirming as its life seeped out of it and onto the floor.
“Clean up this mess!” snarled Rha’aznok as he turned and left the arena.

Chapter 1

Sidney Marshall awoke in a strange location
and
squinted
her eyes as bright lights shown from above
. She sighed as she realized
that
her owners, the gray aliens, had contracted her to the highest bidder
yet again
. She was their property,
to be loaned to various species throughout space for pleasure and procreation.

Thankfully, part of the contract stated she had to experience pleasure
,
and she had to be returned to the grays in the same condition in which she was loaned. She had no idea how long she had been
with them
because she had lost track of time long ago.
It could have been years, months
,
or only a couple of weeks; she had no idea.

She couldn’t really complain because the grays weren’t hurting her,
and
they provided for her every
need;
she was healthy and would never age. She even found
that
she was starting to look forward to her sexual encounters with numerous buyers, even though some had been utterly
frightening
and disgusting
at first
.

The flowe
r species
hadn’t been so
terrifying
,
and t
he birth of their seed pods wasn’t
excruciating, just disgusting
. Although the human-spider hybrid had been fucking scary, he gave her more pleasure than she’d known from any man on
E
arth.
The major downside had been his offspring – had the grays not given her a special concoction, the arachnid’s spawn would have eaten their way out of her and left her for dead.

One of the most frustrating
parts of her existence was boredom. The grays seemed to be ultra-intelligent, yet they didn’t understand a human’s need for mental stimulation.

After stating her case numerous times, they finally relented and added to her collection of one trashy magazine – she now had five altogether.
Progress was beautiful!

Sidney attempted to move her hands and feet, but, as expected, she was unable. Of course she was n
aked, as she had been since having been captured by
the grays. Modesty and privacy were a distant memory for her.

A shadow crossed her face
as
an extremely unattractive being came into view.
A
white
centipede
hovered over her
;
its two tiny black eyes stared at her unblinking. S
he tried to move her head
backwards to get away from him but found she was stuck, literally.

She couldn’t see on either side of her due to some kind of headgear with blinders on either side of her temples
,
and her head
rest
ed back into a depression molded to the shape of her skull.

Various clicks and hisses sounded as the
centipede
-being
adjusted the equipment to reposition
her body.
S
he
realized she was
lying
on a very narrow table, similar to a weightlifting bench
.

Her arms were secured behind her, underneath the bench
;
her legs were bent at the knees
,
and her ankles were
tied to a bar. She quickly
found
that
if she pulled on the bar with her
feet, her hands would move and vice versa.

She heard a voice in her head and realized the slimy
centipede
-thing was communicating with her. “Relax
,
female.
I am your handler.
We have purchased you to take part in our Sex Arena games. You should be honored, for the winner receives the most sought after prize in the galaxy.”


Unless
it’s
f
reedom
, I don’t give a shit!

she
answer
ed snidely.

Ignoring her tone, he replied,
“No, female
, t
he prize is much better. You shall see.”

The handler
said nothing else as he guided her
now-floating table
into a
small tent. He slithered about her body,
coating
her
with
a type of oily, viscous
substance on the muscles of her arms and legs. At first, the
greasy
lotion felt coo
l
,
and
then it heated quickly, warming her body and relaxing her limbs.

Angling himself
across her body,
Sidney
cringed as
she felt the slimy
centipede
-creature ripple its body
across her torso. S
he
felt a tickling sensation as something
small
crawled from her navel toward her breasts.

As her handler stood up, s
he belted out a full scream when she saw several little
centipede
s
separate from the large
centipede
tending to her body.
Her breath came in gasps as her mind grasped the origin of the tickling sensations.

“Calm yourself, female. They will ensure your pleasure,” reprimanded her handler.

Each small
centipede
was about three inches in length and around an inch wide. Leaving a trail of slimy goo, t
he smaller
centipede
s found her breasts and
encircled her nipples, flattening themselves over her areolas.

Repulsed by the sight, Sidney nearly dry heaved until she felt her nipples pebble.
Whatever the little buggers were doing to her felt
good
,
and it felt as though thousands of tiny fingers were plucking her nipples, making them stand up erectly.

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