by Sean O'Kane
Bruised and damaged, the offence team made only four passes after that.
Holroyd’s face was grim. The home team only needed to complete on two passes to win. There were only seven girls on the Proteus defence team who could still skate. Ace counted eight Wranglers able to carry on in offence. She felt Holroyd’s hand on her shoulder as she swilled out her mouth and watched the pink tinged water sink into the sand.
“I’m calling a battle royal for the last jam. Take out their receiver if you can!” he said and was gone. Ruefully she wiped her small towel down her front, wincing at the stinging from the cuts she had sustained. A battle royal! She hadn’t been in one of those for a long time. There was an argument going on between the referees and the Huston trainer but Holroyd was within his rights. A battle royal could be called at any stage, but it was usually on the final jam and it meant that both teams could field every girl who could still stand – even if that meant that both teams had more than ten slaves playing. The crowd cheered as it was announced. There were going to be some fine fights now.
Ace looked across to the Wranglers team and noted the tall black haired girl who was her opposite number. The girl looked back at her and sneered. The receivers were always the tallest girls in a team so they both knew what they were looking at. Ace made the forked finger gesture of having her eyes on her and the girl just beckoned her on. Then the siren sounded and she had to summon up her last shreds of energy and skate on. Holroyd had weeded out the most dazed, bruised and exhausted girls and fielded twelve in total. The Wranglers had fourteen but Ace could see that two of those were limping badly. Her opposite number was still moving freely and didn’t look to be carrying any injury.
The starting pistol cracked and the girls skated away, the Wrangler team coming up from behind. Their receiver was positioned in the middle of their pack and in between the fighting, they would try and sneak her through to get the final passes away. At the end of the first lap they made their move. It was a simple mass charge. All fourteen girls in a close huddle tried to batter their way through. Handicapped by having to skate backwards at times, the Proteus girls struggled to contain them. But one girl managed to get a leg between the legs of a Wrangler and bring her down, she took several others with her in the scrum and they wasted valuable time sorting themselves out while the Proteus girls took advantage and engaged in single fights to try and eliminate more players. The Wrangler receiver was first up out of the writhing mass of girls and with a face like thunder headed straight for Ace. She spun on her skates as the girl arrived and threw her against the railings. She went into them face first and Ace skated up behind, flicked her little skirt up and spanked her bottom before she could get off them. The crowd howled in protest and the girl went mad, chasing after Ace with murder in her eyes. Ace let her come again and ducked as she swung a punch. The girl’s long thighs were right in front of her face and, in different circumstances, she would have liked to investigate further, but here and now there was work to be done. She grabbed them and hoisted, then flung her away before she could lose her own balance. She had flung her towards the infield and as Ace glided up the banking for the next corner, she saw the girl helplessly spin on her bottom down across the smooth wood of the track and sail into the trainer’s area, scattering bottles and towels all around her.
Ace faced forwards again and pumped her tired legs, keeping low to avoid the other fights going on. She sped along the next straight, dodged low on the next banking to avoid Tracey who was being held by two Wranglers and punched by a third and made for the straight again. Her enemy was just getting back onto the track and struggling to get up speed. She was bent forwards and pumping her arms to get up speed, her little skirt fluttered at her bottom, emphasising its nakedness rather than covering anything. Her buttocks quivered and rippled as she skated making an enticing target. Ace came down on her at full tilt and landed another full blooded smack on the girl’s bottom then she swivelled on her skates and grabbed a breast with her right hand and clenched hard. Her left hand took the girl between her legs and then she heaved her up and threw her bodily back towards the infield. There was a delicious feeling of softness from the girl’s well lubricated cunt. There was a scream and she was gone, helplessly skidding on her front across the polished wood of the track, she tumbled headfirst back into the infield, ploughing through the benches this time, her long legs briefly scissoring in the air as she somersaulted amid the debris and as Ace glided up the banking and looked back, she was making no move to rise. But that didn’t mean game over. There would be another girl who would practise receiving in case of such an emergency. Tracey had gone down and in some ways that made life easier, she couldn’t be distracted by concern for her. She kicked off from the top of the banking and went looking to stop the Wranglers making the winning passes.
From the infield, Scott Holroyd watched with a broad grin on his face. The tall figure of Ace was racing now and was carving her way through the bunches of fighting slaves, making sure that even if their pass maker got the ball, their receiver would get no peace. She was a picture of female grace and strength as she glided and avoided entanglements by slight flicks of her hips. It was as good as in the bag. There were only five more circuits remaining and as he watched, two of his girls got the opposing deputy pass maker against the railings and started in with fists and knees. And by the time the referee had whipped them along, the girl was sitting splay legged and dazed on the track. The ref simply picked her up and tossed her over the side so she didn’t interfere with play and from then on it was all for the fun of it. The home crowd was obviously disappointed but it had been a good show and there were plenty of juicy fights still going on.
Ace had got a girl in a headlock and another of the Proteus girls had skated up and began spanking the helpless American as they glided around the circuit until they got to the apex of the banking and then the girl doing the spanking simply picked up the hapless American’s legs and they tossed her over the railings. A quick high five and Ace was back on the prowl.
He shook his head and wondered what on earth Ace’s half sister would be like if they could ever trace her and get her into training. But where was she?
The epic conclusion to the Arena series will appear shortly in Blonde Fury II.