“Begin!”

  The order went out, amplified across the whole square, causing every muscle in Linhart’s body to tense. He stood along the edge of the square, his back to the cheering crowd, with opponents in every other direction. From here he could see the 11 other wrestlers setting out from their starting marks, some of them cautiously, and others moved like shots being fired. The crowd of freshmen behind him were cheering on one or more of them on. He could hear his name being chanted by more than one voice, but he couldn’t be distracted by that. His only task right now was to survive being in this ring without losing too much of his Fighter score.

  He saw Serapha, far away on an adjacent edge of the fighting square, she was running this way, but there were opponents between him and her. Linhart didn’t think she could make it all the way over here without getting targeted. She was really inexperienced at this point, and he doubted whether she could beat any of these juniors. Why had she joined this match anyway?

  Linhart assumed it was because of something that Poppy had said to her earlier. It seemed like girls were just as overprotective of boys in this world, as the boys who jealously guarded their girlfriends in his previous world. Did Serapha think of him as her boyfriend? He would have to talk about it with her, if they both made it through this day alive.

  Poppy was suddenly right beside him.

  Quick as a viper, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled his head down to her chest level. “Keep your guard up,” she teased sweetly, “I’ve got you now, my love.”

  “Poppy! Let me go, this is serious.” Linhart was reminded of the fact that he could no longer feel pain. He knew she was holding him too tight, but all he felt was a comforting caress of her arm around him, and the sweet firmness of her tit upon his cheek. Any other time, he would’ve accepted his fate and stayed in her pillowy embrace, but they were both in imminent danger. He ran his hands briskly up her body, sliding his fingers under her top, before pushing her off of him, his brown hair getting tousled as she reluctantly let him go.

  “You’re such a jerk, Poppy! Just be serious right now.”

  “Aaawww, I’m soooo sooorry Linhart!” She looked crestfallen, and Linhart immediately felt bad for yelling at her, “I’m just so excited to be wrestling with you, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “Don’t worry about it - “ he began, but was cut off by a screaming Serapha who came charging out of nowhere. Her teeth clenched in anger, her fist wound back, she swung wildly at Poppy and nded a solid shot right on her mouth. The haymaker completely blind-sided Poppy, knocking her back a few steps. It took Poppy a second to understand what had happened. Serapha was dancing towards her again. This time her hands were held up in front of her like a boxer’s.

  “You’re not going to use Linhart that way,” Serapha spat out her words. “I’ll mess your dirty twat up before you can even try it.”

  Poppy had a serious look on her face now, as she wiped a thin stream of blood from her split lip. Flexing her arms above her head, she adjusted her hair ties. Linhart admired the beautiful way her bikini top swelled upon her fit, stretching torso. Her nipples showed through the blue material and the muscles in her shoulders stood out.

  “I’ll do whatever the hell I want, freshman.”

  Poppy lunged at Serapha, grabbing her wrists and pulled her body down and forward in one smooth motion. She followed through with her knee and Linhart heard a crunching sound as the hit nded solidly on Serapha’s ribs. Then, without pausing or slowing down, Poppy began to go to work on her body.

  Serapha was trying desperately to shake free of Poppy’s grasp, a look of pain and panic was spreading across her face. Poppy’s face was a lesson in cold determination. Holding the freshman tight, she continued to nd kicks with her knees on her bare midsection, stomach, hips, and breasts. Serapha used her legs to block as much as she could, but couldn’t keep up with the steady chain of attacks that were coming from both of Poppy’s well-developed legs. She looked severely outcssed in this fight.

  Linhart shouted for the two to quit fighting, but there was no stopping Poppy. She looked over at him, smiling and waving as she pushed Serapha to the ground. He was about to jump to Serapha’s aid, when he was tackled from the side. All he could see, as he was knocked to the ground, was a blur of pink hair.

  It was Pixie, and she was on top of Linhart, wrapping her shapely legs around his chest.

  “Damnit, Pixie!” Linhart cursed, “I’ve got to stop Poppy. Don’t get in my way!”

  “No way, babe,” Pixie cackled like a maniac, “I’m here to get in your way. I’m going to wrestle you while your owner is busy over there. Your white knight should keep her busy long enough for me to get a taste of that dick.”

  Calling over to Poppy, she raised her voice, “It’s time for another girl to have a chance with this little cutie.”

  “Don’t you touch him, Pixie!” Poppy replied back in her serious voice, “Or I’ll fuck you up once I’m done fucking this girl.”

  Pixie had him down on the ground now, and had his arms pinned to his sides with her thighs. She wasn’t pinning his shoulders to the ground. Eliminating him didn’t seem to be her intention. From this angle, Pixie fine features looked like a being sent by the Gods. Her pink hair danced with her movements, her bikini top had been pulled loose, and her small, milky breasts, completely exposed, bounced and shook as she ran her hands all over his upper body.

  “This shirt is in the way. Let’s get rid of it,” she purred, pulling at the thin sports shirt he was wearing. Her hands went to his neckline and she yanked in two directions. The material ripped easily, and Linhart felt his cheeks flush. It wasn’t his exposed chest that flooded him with embarrassment, it was the audience’s reaction to the rip.

  The closest girls to them, sitting about 10 feet away, were shouting excitedly and pointing at him. Some girls from other sides of the square ran around the perimeter to get a closer view of the action on this side. He felt like a piece of meat on dispy for these hungry female carnivores.

  Pixie ran her hands all over his bare chest then leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth. He was still struggling to get free, but his mind was getting cloudy from all this attention. It didn’t help that every sensation that should have been painful to him were now broadcasting pleasure to his brain. His rod was growing harder and harder.

  Still forcing a kiss onto his mouth, Pixie muttered to him, “Stop struggling…” then she bit down hard on his lower lip. She held on longer, biting, then sucking, then licking his wounded lip. He didn’t feel pain, but he tasted blood flowing into his mouth.

  “If you don’t stop fighting me, I’ll bite your whole body.” As if to prove her point, she kissed her way down his face and moved onto his neck. She licked his neck like a sweet snack, and then sank her teeth into a soft spot near his shoulder. Linhart gasped and nearly climaxed from the pleasure that came flowing through him. “I’ll listen, I’ll listen!” he begged her, “Please stop biting me.” He’d have to listen to her, or she’ll take his Score down to zero.

  Pixie pulled back up to his mouth for another kiss. “I’m going to stand up now. You promise to listen?” Linhart stared up at her, then he nodded. Pixie was in control for now. He’d have to py along until he saw the right moment to strike.

  Looking satisfied, as though she expected no trouble out of him. She released his arms and stood back up, dragging him to his feet with her. The crowd cheered as she stripped the mangled shirt from his body, revealing his thin upper half on his still-growing frame.

  “Our freshmen wrestlers are having a rough time in their first Queen of the Ring,” Tullia’s amplified voice was narrating, “It looks like Freshman Serapha has been nearly eliminated by Junior Poplin. Freshman Linhart is being handled easily by Junior Pixie, and is having uniform difficulty.”

  Linhart looked over at Poppy and Serapha, and was shocked to see what she was doing to Serapha.

  He tried to push past Pixie, but the girl was quick and she had his arms pinned behind his back before he could move. “Stand still, I’m not done with you yet.” She punched him in the ribs for emphasis. Even though the punch felt like a gentle massage, he stopped. Linhart was shocked.

  “Pixie, we’ve got to stop Poppy,” he excimed, “This is sexual assault!”

  “Are you stupid?” Pixie ughed and spped him hard across the face, “It may look like assault, but here in the ring it’s called wrestling.”

  Just five feet away, Poppy had Serapha in a kneeling position, and was holding her down, pushing her face into the ground. Serapha had been stripped completely naked and her gorgeous round butt was sticking up in the air. Poppy had her arm wrapped around her butt, and was plunging several fingers into Serapha’s pussy. Her actions were brutal to behold. Looking at Poppy’s face, her lip was still bleeding and she wore a wild bloody grin. Serapha’s face was hidden by her hair, which was spyed out all around her head. He could hear her muffled screams of pain.

  The acting referee, Maeve, was nearby. She stepped up and said, “You can’t submit her. Pin her down or knock her out. Those are your choices.” She looked like she wanted to say something to Linhart and Pixie as well, but she just looked his shirtless form up and down, then stepped back, tacitly approving.

  “I know that,” Poppy called after her in a singsong voice, “I’m just gonna make this virgin pussy hurt first.”

  An announcement broke through the noise, sounding very important.

  “We have our first elimination, and it is an upset! The trio of Quan, Darius, and Gregory have eliminated the famous ‘standing pilr’ known as Raven. It looks like she is out cold and having some sweet dreams.” The voice of Magister Tullia carried a hint of humour to it, as though there were something funny going on.

  By now, there were pairs and trios of wrestlers cshing all around the square. Just as Poppy had predicted, Linhart saw the two of the monstrous girls were grappling on the ground using body holds of monumental proportions. But where was the third? Then, he saw what the announcement had been about.

  At the far end of the square, the three junior boys were all over the big muscly girl, Raven. One of them was holding her from behind, another had braced her legs wide open, and the third, a big muscur boy with sharp features and short bck hair, was pumping his hand in and out of the space between her legs at a rapid pace. From what Linhart could see, Raven was not fighting the boys’ assault at all. She was hanging limp in their grasp, her huge titties spilling out of her top, and she was nude from the waist down.

  “Nighty night, Raven. We have our first loser. Now to find out who our next loser will be!” Tullia cheered. The crowd around the ring went wild. Linhart had an uncanny feeling he had missed another key difference between this world and his own. How was any of this wrestling? When Poppy said she wanted to ‘wrestle’ with him, is this what she meant?

  Pixie wasn’t paying attention at all to the elimination. She seemed to be more interested in sucking and nibbling on his body. She was a head shorter than he was, and was now bent over slightly, focusing on his exposed nipples. She had sucked greedily on them until they were standing hard on his chest, and now she was alternating between the two, biting his nipples softly. He gasped every time her teeth closed on him, which only encouraged her to bite harder.

  With one hand she held him tight and kept him from escaping, while the other hand reached down his shorts and inside his underwear. Her fingers closed around his rock-hard dick and she started pulling on it. Her hand ran up and down his length in strong strokes and Linhart found his body buzzing from the stimution.

  “Pixie, I’m about to cum.” he gasped.

  “Like hell you are,” Poppy shrieked. She rose from Serapha's crumpled body, blood dripping from her hand. It looked like she had shoved four fingers into Serapha’s poor pussy. Linhart's heart dropped, when he saw that a pool of blood had formed on the ground beneath her. Serapha was whimpering and he saw her hand move gingerly between her legs. She was still conscious and had not been eliminated yet, though she didn't look like she'd be able to stand again, let alone fight anytime soon.

  Poppy, on the other hand, was in a rage. Her assault on Serapha had only served to bring her anger to the surface and, as she turned to Pixie who was still jerking him off, her twintails seemed to bristle with indignation.

  "I'm going to make you pay, Pixie, for touching my boy!"