Valeriya The Half Breed Ch. 01

When the auction was over Madame Borella bought me along with a Tolarian girl with chestnut brown skin and long natural white hair. We tried to talk to our new Mistress but she was not interested in talking to us and when we persisted she activated our collars and gave us a shock that had us both down on our sides convulsing. As we lay there twitching and drooling on ourselves Mistress explained the rules to us and one of those rules was, "No talking in her presence unless she asks us a question or grants us permission."

After our punishment was complete Myiel and I helped each other up. This was the first friendly contact that I had with a member of another species and I was glad that it was a good first contact. We learned during our indoctrination that the proper term for the relationship that Myiel and I would share during our captivity was referred to as "chain sisters." Being an only child the thought of having a sister of any sort was a positive even though it was during a period of captivity.

Myiel was about my height but weighed in at around 100 to 110 pounds. She was tall and slender with lovely long white hair. Her genetics also gave her white eyebrows, eyelashes, lips, nipples, and pubic hair. Just as my vaginal lips had a brown color to them, hers were tinted white. Now I never considered myself bi sexual, but even I had to stare at the contrast that these areas had with her dark brown skin. She was amazingly beautiful and sexy and I knew that she would be popular with Madame's clients.

Myiel was from a planet called Tolar. At one time her people were an aggressive race but over the centuries the galaxy decided that they must never again militarize and attempt to dominate other worlds. They were kept in check for so long that they became a submissive race. They had become so submissive that they willingly gave their people over to the slavers rather than to have the hunters running loose on their world. Myiel was given up by her parents freely to enter her three-year period of servitude. A properly trained Tolarian girl usually ended up as the wife of the upper class males after their contracts expired. She knew that she would be better off if she applied herself and the training she would receive than if she never had been offered up to the slavers. I had no idea what would await me after my three years were up. I just hoped that I would survive it and be returned to my home planet to get on with my life as I had planned.

Since our contracts were a short three years our training period was a short two weeks followed by two more weeks of on the job training where we accompanied another girl to her appointments. Mostly we were there to watch but most of the clients knew that if they asked us to join in we had to do as we were told. This allowed them to have two girls for the price of one. I thought I was doing well with the clients but the reports that Mistress received on me stated that while I was pretty, sexy, and cooperative it seemed that I was just going through the motions and not putting much effort or emotion into my work like Myiel and the others. I suppose that was due to a lack of motivation on my part seeing as how I only needed to survive for three years so I could run out the clock. I should have realized that my Mistress would have seen a slave girl attempt the same thing over the years.

Part of my punishment for Mistress deciding that I was attempting to run out the clock was to send me out on my first job without backup. My job was to allow the station's Zantana champion to ravish me on camera in the center of the fighting pit on live TV. Zantana is an alien form of mixed martial arts, and I was to be the prize for the fighter that won the match and the title. Most of the girls were relieved that Mistress picked me for this assignment since the others had done this before and were not fond of being covered in alien sweat as which ever creature won the match and was sexually pounding her ass deep into the sand that was the pit's floor. Another sentiment among my chain sisters is that I was not petite like they were and that my toned body would better stand up to the sexual pounding that I would receive before the night was over.

I was not given much information about what would be expected of me, and after Mistress gave me my assignment I was turned over to her First Girl to outfit me properly for the occasion. She picked out a tight white micro evening gown that was low cut enough to show off my girls, and high cut enough so that if I bent over my ass and other southern parts would be on display for everyone to see. This was a concern because I had nothing else on under the gown that I had been given. When I inquired about undies I was told that I would not be needing any. She also picked out a pair of shoes with 4-inch heels. I had worn high heels before but it had been a long time and being that I was not into dressing up and going out often it took me a while to get used to walking in heels again. My chain sisters got a good laugh at of my first attempts to strut my stuff as I left for my assignment.

The arena was on the opposite side of the station, and since this station was the center of commerce for this sector and had over two million regular inhabitants and about the same number of transients travel to the other side of the station required taking the transport tubes. Taking trains and subways were no problem for me since I had used the Tokyo subways often, it was just a matter of getting used to sharing a compartment with many different aliens. Some of them were odd looking and others looked very scary. I remained standing during the trip since sitting down would have displayed my naked lady parts no matter how I would sit with my legs crossed.

I arrived at the arena about twenty minutes before the match started. I was introduced to the fighters along with another girl from a competing house. She was Tolarian like Myiel and was not very friendly. During the match I tried to strike up a conversation with her but she was very rude and threatened to stomp my ass into the concrete floor. I knew that I had to be on my best behavior so I refrained from accepting her challenge while the match was in progress. I wish I had been told before I left for the arena that the winner had the choice between two girls. From what I knew of the Tolarian girls they were in high demand and I had a feeling that she would be chosen over me since she was petite and I was built like a Japanese female wrestler.

Surprisingly when the match was over the winner chose me over the Tolarian girl. I could not figure out why and the way that the evening would end he sure as hell was not going to tell me if I had asked him. I was escorted to the pit and turned over to the champ. I did my best to act submissive and as respectful as I could as I stripped off my gown to the gasps from the crowd. I knew that he would be using my body in any way he saw fit so there was no sense in keeping my clothes on. It was a bit of a turn on for me that a few million people would be looking at my naked body via the station's TV network. There was no telling how many were watching outside the station as this match and its following sexual conquest was being transmitted to other worlds and ships in transit throughout the quadrant.

I got a feeling that something was wrong when I dropped to my knees and took out his tool. I made eye contact as I took him into my mouth and the look on his face told me that he was confused. I would only understand later that he was torn between stopping me and letting me continue. For whatever reason he let me continue and did not object when I took is pole deep into my mouth and tongued the underside. Another thing I did not understand was how such a young and virile male was blowing his load down my throat after about 90 seconds of oral attention. I kept a watch on his face as I kept my eyes upturned to watch his reaction and I missed all the signs that should have told me that his volcano was about to blow.

Right before the sperm eruption he was trying hard to dislodge my lips from his pole but I was turned on as always by having a man's tool in my mouth and I was not about to let go just as I was about to receive my reward for less than 2 minutes of work. There was not a lot of pressure to his eruption but there was a great volume that caused me problems as I worked to contain and swallow his torrent. When he stopped trying to pry my lips from his meat the job of swallowing his gift was much easier. I was able to get most of it down my throat and only lost a few pearl drops that slipped past my lips and landed on my breasts. When I he was empty I looked up at him and made eye contact again, smiled and licked my lips.

His response to my smile was a backhand across the left side of my face that knocked the smile right off of my face and put me down on my bare ass in the sand. The crowd was cheering his actions and I was confused as to what was going on. I stood up and asked why he hit me, but he called me a stupid whore and slapped me again. I understood that I was a lowly slave and he was my customer and the champion, but since the sex seemed to be finished there was nothing to gain by hitting me.

The happy expression on my face was gone as I stood up to face him, all the while keeping an eye on his facial expression knowing that any change could indicate another slap was coming my way. The third slap came as expected but this time I got my left arm up for an inside out block that surprised the hell out of the champ. He did not expect a lowly slave to be able to thwart his attempt to punish me. He balled up his left fist and brought it swinging toward my face and as the fist came toward me I brought my left hand back toward the center of my body and used the palm of my left hand for another inside out block, but this time as I blocked toward the outside I turned my body and executed a 360 degree turn. When I came back around my right fist was balled up and aimed toward the right side of the champ's face.

He never saw my back fist coming and the impact rocked him. He stumbled for a step or two away from the direction that my fist had come from. This time I set myself in a fighting stance... feet apart, hands out in front of me with palms open waiting for him to make the next move. His manager made the next move as he closed the door that was the only exit from the pit and as he did so he encouraged his fighter to, "destroy the disrespectful bitch!" The champ assumed a boxer's stance and slowly moved toward me. I could tell that he did not know what to make of slave girl that was standing up to him in the center of his fighting pit.

I figured that somehow I had made a mistake that had pissed off the champ and his manager, and that by defending myself and striking back I had made even a bigger mistake. I knew that I would pay a price for striking a free person but that was all water under the bridge as I was in a fight or flight situation and my avenue of flight had been cut off by the champ's manager. It was time to put my Shinobi training to good use if there was any chance of me leaving this pit without the aid of a stretcher or body bag. The only thing that I had going for me was that I had just seen him fight and knew his style and he had no idea what a girl with six years of Shinobi training could do when she found herself in a fight on death ground.

The champ was sure that he could destroy me and started making comments about how he would turn me over to the audience to let them have their way with me after my broken body was removed from the fighting pit. I just stood there and let him run his mouth while I looked for an opening. He made his mistake when he looked me up and down. His eyes settled on the neatly trimmed tiny patch of golden fur that covered my mound and when his eyes locked onto my golden triangle I stepped forward and slammed the heel of my right hand into the left side of his face.

He straightened up quickly after my strike and launched a right cross toward my face. I ducked under his bare fisted punch, straightened up and then launched the top of my bare left foot into the back of his right thigh. He was a species of humanoid that I was not familiar with but I assumed that like us humans he had a hamstring that I could sting with a few well-placed kicks. My assumption was correct and his right leg buckled upon impact. This drew an unusual reaction from the alien crowd and I was not sure if they approved or disapproved but I really did not care either way.

He limped away as he tried to work out the cramp that my kick caused in his leg. I followed him and when he realized that I was stalking after him he righted himself quickly, but not fast enough to be able to block or dodge the palm strike that slammed into the left side of his face. I caught him good and the palm strike had him slightly disoriented. That combined with his cramped hamstring had him stumbling back into the 16-foot high metal wall that formed the boundaries of the fighting pit.

I had him against the wall and fired off an open handed strike with my left that he was able to block with his right hand. While my left caught his attention I balled my right hand up into a fist and sent it upwards into his undefended gut. My fist sunk in and traveled upwards under his ribs that had him bending over immediately as I caught what I suspected was his solar plexus. At least that is what I would have hit had he been an Earth human.

I left myself in a bad position where I would have been open to an assault on my belly or crotch if he chose to go low so I backed off and assumed a defense stance with both arms out in front of me with my hands open. This prompted someone from the front row of spectators to yell, "Use your fists you stupid cow!" Of course he did not use the word "cow" but that was the translation I got from the universal translator. I was taught not to use my fists against someone's hard jaw or skull, but I suppose my critic had no knowledge of ancient Japanese martial arts.

One thing that I noticed during the championship fight was that neither of these guys was very good, and the only reason that this guy was the champ was because the other guy sucked less. When he straightened up and came after me he was pissed and my Sensei always taught us to never get angry during a fight because your anger will cause you to make mistakes. The champ made a mistake that was directly related to his anger. He lowered his head and focused on my tummy as he moved in toward me. This told me that he intended to strike low and being that he was coming in with his head low it was the perfect opportunity for me to side step and slam the top of my right foot into the left side of his face.

My kick had him off balance and stumbling into the wall. He came off the wall quickly and came after me as he did before. This time I went low with my kick and targeted his right thigh again and as before he had his weight firmly planted on his right leg and my kick stung his hamstring. His leg buckled and as he was pitched to his right I moved in and sent a palm strike with my right hand that slammed into the left side of his face. The combination of my kick and palm strike had him down on one knee as my critic once again yelled at me, "Use your fists moron!" I was not sure if the universal translator would translate finger gestures but I gave him a one-fingered gesture that was very popular on Earth.

The champ stood up and changed tactics, he was still wearing a pissed off look on his face as he came off the wall. He was coming straight at me as if he was changing his style from boxing to grappling, but I was not going to let him get his arms around me or his hands on me in any way. I waited for him in my fighting stance and when he was close enough I brought my foot up and slammed the bottom of my bare foot into the center of his chest. My kick drove him backwards into the wall.

I could hear his manager yelling at him from outside the pit, and his words were encouraging the champ to, "kill the bitch" because I was making him look bad over the video channels. He still had that pissed off look on his face but there was a new look of determination in his eyes after his manager berated him. As he came off the wall I waited for him again and this time I stood on my left leg and swing my right toward his ribs as he had his hand up in front of him. This time he was waiting for my kick and caught my right leg under his left arm as the top of my foot slammed into his ribs. He locked my leg against the side of his chest and slammed a roundhouse right into the left side of my face.

His technique might not have been the best but he sure had power behind his fists. His fist connected with my face and sent me off balance in the opposite direction. I caught myself and regained my stance before I went down. As I stood up he turned back toward me after his follow through and caught me on the other side of my face with the back of his fist. This blow sent me down into the sand hard and fast. The crowd cheered while his manager was coaching him to go for the local version of the ground and pound. Hearing this while I was on my way down prompted me to hit and roll before he could pounce on top of me. The drop and roll was successful, but as I pushed up to my hands and knees he was too close for me to escape the kick that caught me in the belly.

His kick lifted me out of the sand and sent me back first against the wall where I rested for a second before getting to my feet. He spit at me and used the opportunity to insult me by referring to me as the worst whore he had ever seen. I allowed him to bloviate while I composed myself and got to my feet. My face and gut was aching but I knew that while I still felt pain that I was alive and my Sensei taught me that pain is preferable to death and that spurred me to get back into the fight and forget about my aches and pains before this guy killed me. Of course his manager and a few of the audience members were screaming for just that sort of thing to happen next as a chant of, "KILL HER!" started in one section of the crowd and spread through the arena. Since I was nothing more than a slave killing me would have brought no criminal penalty, but there would be a civil fine that would be paid to my mistress to reimburse her for her loss of property.

He continued to taunt me as I moved toward him and assumed my defensive stance. Once he quit flapping his lips he came right at me and swung an openly telegraphed roundhouse right at the side of my face. I had plenty of warning and ducked under his fist and as I stood up straight I brought the heel of my right hand upward and slammed it into the underside of his chin. The palm strike rocked his head backwards as his legs gave out. He dropped to his knees with a vacant expression on his face. I followed my palm strike up with a roundhouse kick to the left side of his face as I pivoted on my left foot.

His head was jolted in the opposite direction and he went down hard, but was not out. As he was pushing himself up to his hands and knees I moved around to his right side, raised my left leg high over my head and brought my heel smashing down onto the back of his neck. My heel hit hard and sent him face down into the sand where he made no more attempts to get back up. I could see that he was still breathing so I knew that I had not broken his neck but I knew that the fight was over, as did the spectators.

For most of the fight they were cheering the champ and deriding me, but now that the champ was out cold they were actually cheering for me. It took some time for that fact to sink in but when it did I put my right foot on the champ's back and struck a pose. I gave the crowd a little clenched fisted gun show and as I did the cheers grew louder. My playing to the crowd ended as the champ's manager opened the door to the pit and entered to check on his fighter. I could see armed security personnel waiting outside the pit and I figured that I was about to be arrested. As I passed the manager on my way to the door he called me the alien equivalent to the human term, "stupid cunt!" I just looked at him and shot back with, "I believe the stupid one here is the guy that chose to slap a ninja!" The universal translator had no translation for the word ninja. It gave 27 options that ranged from a vegetable juicer to an ancient cult of assassins so I was not sure if they got the right meaning.