I stepped from the dark confines below the stands, and onto the sand of the arena. The senses of the world surged to clarity as I moved into daylight, and the sixty-thousand faces of the monster were laid bare to me. They were faceless faces, people without form or features, blurs of shape and color mixing in a mosaic of chaotic movement. I felt the adrenaline kicking into my chest and the excitement brimming to my chin. So many people, watching me, adoring me, loving me. Their call grew louder as I moved across the sands, their pitch grew higher as I neared the center of the arena. The great swell of noise rose around me and within me, electrifying my nerves, widening skinny my eyes, stretching a manic grin across my face. My fingers unwound and curled into fists, my breath was steady and molten in my small chest, my heart was calm, but thrumming dangerously. Across from me, stood the ten soon-to-be corpses of my challengers. Tera seemed intimidated by them, but all I saw were dad flaws. Too slow, too weak, too short, too fat. If these were titled fighters, then titles were sold cheaply in The Pit. Their titles would soon be forgotten. No; they will live forever, I smiled to myself, as footnotes in my history. Seeking fame and glory already, my conscience scolded, a whore for lust and a whore for murder. A whore for the nameless, faceless masses. I tried to push the noble lecturer from my mind. It would do me no good to have a crisis of honor in the middle of a battle. It’s not a battle, it’s a sport! my conscience yelled, Death for the sake of entertainment, murder for the sake of pleasure! If you find joy in this, then you are surely lost. I buried my conscience where her sanctimonious rambles could barely be heard, petite and let the temptation take root atop her. The roar of the crowd, the smell of the sand, the thickness of humid air, ripe with the imminence of bloodshed. Tera stood next to me, her naked body gleaming in the noon sun, her violet teen eyes narrowed at the heavily-armed troop across from us. The noise quieted, and the world waited in bated breath for the starting horn. One moment of tense silence passed, and then another. I thought she treated us slightly suspiciously, like she could tell we’d been up to _something_, possibly even that we’d been up to everything we had been up to. Her favorite was frat parties where she was often the teen center of attention. "Thank you," she smartly replied, and then leaned over very close to him to sexily whisper in his ear, "I think you're cute as a teddy bear. I'm cumming! Madison turned bright red and didn’t speak. A reasonable request could range from posing for a picture to letting a person grope your body. Then my sister Jill came down the stairs wearing her thin white nightdress saying with a sleepy voice. Finally she collects her clothes. I couldn’t break it off with her, was unable to stop myself. “Are you sure about this?” Estley asks holding a blindfold. “I... small this would mean that it would be even harder to get the cage off and the cock was pushed against the cage harder should his dick get hard. petite "Aren't you skinny the lady that smoked Jas's dick yesterday?" he says with a cocky smile. I knew what kind of bond you’d all share, and it has come to fruition. Vanessa moaned. Then, if he also wishes it, we will not object." She has been through far more than any of us have had to bear. dad He firmly lifted up on her tight ass cheeks to indicate a change in position. After getting some stuff ready behind the bar, the door bell rang.