He was knocked off balance and fell on his back. I rolled to my feet and stabbed the stunned soldier before I ran away. It was a good thing I ran when...I did because other soldiers were getting close to me. I had not killed the soldier outright, but he would surely die as a result of the wound in his lower belly.I ran as fast as I could to the other end of the arena, and I was cheered all the way. One young woman ran to the railing around the arena and handed me a cup of watered wine. Man, that. She was usually done by midnight. We ate dinner and then went to bed. "Keep your voice down." she hissed angrily. "I have a guest in the room." What do you want?" I asked again."Do you have some lube? I ran out." Lube? Why will I have any of your fuck lotions?" I was really annoyed."Shut up you bastard." she hissed again. "Don't get snippy with me or I will cut your little balls off." "Fuck off bitch!" I no longer cared if her john heard me."Asshole. Fucking worthless piece of shit." "Whore" I. "This is how I'll take you when we run in the Game," he'd bragged. "I'll take you in the back hole, so that you become my slave and all that you have becomes mine, including your father's kingdom."She'd told her Father of it straight away, and although he was angered, he could do nothing. It was the law of the Game, if a man speared a woman in the back hole, she became not his wife but his slave. All that she owned, or would inherit, became his."Even if he made you his wife it would be a total. First he tuckedhis penis and taped it back then put on a pair of boyshort panties.Next he attached the breast forms as Anna had shown him and blended inthe edges. He put on a matching bra and looked in the mirror and did afew poses admiring the cute girl smiling back at him and feeling hismother's reassurance.He went back to the bed and put on the rest of the outfit. He pulled upthe short denim skirt that went to mid-thigh and zipped the zipper intoplace. Next he put on the short sleeve.