Her debut

The year 2167, after a biological catastrophe, the Y chromosome was destroyed, and the men of Earth completely degenerated. To aid the dying population, synthetic sperm, distributed by a syndicate, was sent to all major life oases. People thrived only in large cities and on the surrounding farms. Initially, the plan was to revive society by reintroducing men. But it turned out that all boys born had dead testicles; they produced hormones but were otherwise completely useless.

Without men, the world became entirely the domain of women. To avoid a return to a patriarchal system, it was permitted to give birth only to girls,

the future mother could completely model her daughter's genetics. Boys were born only in special centers, for hard labor and farm work. From childhood, they toiled in boarding schools, providing the city with necessary products. According to syndicate laws, before his twentieth birthday, when a boy's body was fully formed, the youth was subject to mandatory castration. This was done to maintain order; eunuchs were much more submissive.

Over time, clubs formed where women gladiators fought against youths in the arena. Considerable money circulated there, and the family whose protégée made a name for herself in the arena was typically respected and lacked for nothing.

In Alena's hometown, Marseille, there was also such a club. Since childhood, she dreamed of becoming a famous fighter, a legend, and to bask in the rays of glory, like her aunt in her time.

Alena had been to the fights many times as a spectator; her aunt, a distinguished connoisseur of such shows who held a high post as an advisor in the club, had introduced her niece to it since childhood.

Today was the olive harvest festival, and the girl was about to test her strength in a real fight for the first time.

Despite good psychological preparation, stepping into the arena, and against such a well-built youth at that... she was unsure of herself.

Her aunt, seeing Alena tormented by doubts, comforted her, after all, they hadn't spent so much time on training for nothing. The girl's training was handled by one of the best gladiators, the legendary ebony Amber.

Alena didn't have the strength and muscle mass of her mentor. A sporty build, flexibility, weak arms, and strong legs allowed her to focus her training on speed and agility. She relied on the opponent's vulnerable points and choking techniques.

After several months of intensive training, Alena approached her first fight at the peak of her form.

"It's time... go, get ready, and remember, stepping into the arena is a great honor granted to only a few." – Her aunt gently placed warm hands on the girl's shoulders.

Alena's stomach immediately churned with excitement, her time had come. Leaving, under the stands, she saw that Celeste, the girl fighting before her, got a stun gun; she almost jumped for joy. This was Celeste's second fight; she lost the first one.

"Lucky, a stun gun would have been very useful in my first fight, and her opponent is a fat guy..." – Alena thought with envy but didn't get upset.

In the locker room, Amber was waiting for her; she undressed, washed, and rubbed Alena's body with oils.

"Remember, baby, your opponent is young and inexperienced; entering the ring, he will be confused and depressed, plus the whole hall will be for you. But don't you dare relax for a moment in the ring, keep your distance, observe his weak points. Maria and I will be with you until the end, know that you will definitely succeed." – Amber lovingly stroked Alena's back as she pulled on her boots.

At that moment, the hall erupted in jubilation; Celeste managed to stun her opponent and win her fight.

"Well, now it's my hour of glory!" – Alena adjusted her sexy outfit and, at Amber's command, moved down the corridor to the arena. Amber approved of this attitude.

Towards her, on a stretcher, they carried the body of a fat guy. Poor fellow was unlucky.

"Easy victory, mistress." – Celeste, glowing with happiness, floated past.

Alena timidly stepped into the ring; the hall greeted her with thunderous applause. She had so often imagined herself in the arena, but the sensations turned out to be completely different.

At the roulette wheel, her opponent was already waiting, a fit youth with a sporty build. She had read his dossier, but in person, he was even more handsome. The slave turned to her with a smiling face and greeted her; Alena was taken aback. "Does he really not know why he's here!?" But in response, she couldn't help but smile at such a handsome youth.

How handsome he was... Charming cheekbones, warm brown eyes. Broad shoulders, strong arms, not pumped but very beautiful. Torso and abs like Apollo's, narrow hips, beautiful straight legs. She almost squealed; he was her type of man, exactly the images she drew in her fantasies. Alena was already trembling in anticipation of when he would remove his loincloth.

In turn, Seryozha enjoyed the beauty of his opponent. Alena was incomparable; black latex boots on stilettos enveloped her charming calves. A pleated skirt lowered onto her shapely hips, transitioning into a thin waist; beneath the skirt, white panties were visible. From under a short top, firm hemispheres of a small, beautiful chest protruded. Straight black hair, green eyes... their gazes met, and the girl, blushing, looked away.

"Oh no!!! What am I doing." – Alena tried to pull herself together; she needed to remain cold-blooded and unwavering, because regardless of whether she liked him or not, he would have to be castrated, and it didn't matter if she did it or someone else, this boy was already doomed.

She struggled to banish pity for him; he was her opponent, and of course, the spectators couldn't be disappointed; she had prepared for this too long to simply give in to her emotions.

The hall buzzed in anticipation of the draw, final bets were being placed, and only her aunt understood everything. On her impassive face, notes of disappointment and sadness appeared. In another life, they could have been a charming couple... At 21, to castrate someone you like, how sexy... her fingers reached for her clitoris.

Like thunder, the gong struck, and the judge began introducing the participants. "Male. Age 19. Height 184 cm. Weight 75 kg. No prior fight participation."

"Opposing him is Alena, protégée of Maria from the Council of Five. Age 21. Height 177 cm. Weight 56 kg. Debut!"

At that moment, they stopped taking bets.

The judge invited Seryozha to spin the "male" roulette wheel.

On the male roulette was all sorts of junk; the items there were mostly useless, caused laughter, or were obviously more useful to the girls.

The boy spun the wheel...

Silk ribbon. – Announced the judge, handing the slave his weapon. The hall exhaled in disappointment.

This was almost the best thing that could have gone to the guy. The ribbon had many merits and ways of use. Seryozha wound the ribbon around his wrist.

The guy was supposed to fight naked, and the judge asked him to remove the loincloth.

When Seryozha dropped the scrap of fabric covering his inheritance, the spectators gasped and immediately began to hoot, make noise, and shout vulgar jokes.

Alena, seeing the guy's genitals, involuntarily gasped; in surprise, she even staggered, taking a step back.

Her eyes were presented with a thick cock with a huge head. It was about ten centimeters, and that was while still soft.

Beneath the amazing cock dangled even more phenomenal balls. They sagged in a shaved scrotum, each the size of a kiwi. She had never seen such large genitals.

"Mistress, spin the drum." – The judge's voice tore her from her reverie, plunging her into the inevitable; a duel with this handsome man was irreversible.

Alena, nervous, spun the drum...

"Partner!" – The hall roared with anticipation of the spectacle; those who bet on the girl rejoiced.

The girl was chosen by lot from the reserve.

As a partner, Alena got an experienced girl nicknamed "Nimble Legs Ivi," she was a seasoned fighter. She had already fought six battles, and not only won but castrated her opponents exclusively with her legs.

Preparation took very little time, and now onto the arena stepped a blonde beast, covered in tattoos and piercings, with a white mohawk and shaved temples; aggressive black makeup complemented the "bad girl" image; the only clothing on her tanned, strong body was tiny white shorts. Between her small breasts, a tattoo of a male sexual organ with pierced balls and the symbol of Venus was displayed. Her bare toes were adorned with rings; long black manicure and pedicure served not only an aesthetic purpose but also as weapons. Alena knew what Ivi's legs were capable of.

Immediately, the fight came to mind where Ivi, with her first strike, gutted the scrotum of a sluggish slave.

The rules were simple: the sparring lasted thirty minutes; victory was awarded to the girl if her opponent surrendered and thereby handed over his scrotum to the will of the victor, or if during the match he was forcibly castrated. The girl also had the right to two five-minute timeouts, during which the judge checked the condition of the testicles and stopped the fight if the injuries were irreversible and removal was necessary. The girl had the right to absolutely any actions; she was a goddess in this ring.

The guy, however, had no rights; direct strikes were forbidden, he could not take actions leading directly to serious injury to the girl, and he could not speak. His task was to last half an hour or if the girl herself stopped the fight and surrendered. Also, if the hall chanted an order, the slave was obliged to obey; demands could range from rape, fisting, spanking, to, very rarely occurring, when the enraged crowd demanded the gladiator's death. However, the guy's victory only postponed the inevitable; he continued to be pitted against increasingly stronger opponents until he was defeated, but the prize was worth the effort; good fighters were entitled to better work placements.

Finally, the sides announced their readiness, and the match began.

"Want to fuck him?" – Ivi brought her lips to Alena's ear. "I can see how you're trembling; I don't know if you're blushing because of his huge dick, or maybe you're not indifferent to this pretty stud." – Alena shuddered; she didn't want to reveal her true feelings under any circumstances.

"His cock is something amazing..." – She said this as lustfully as possible, trying to make Ivi believe her.

"Well, we can try him out, if of course he can get hard..." – Ivi smirked, touching the tip of her tongue to her ear. "Tactics are like this: you come from behind, we'll try to surround him; as soon as there's a chance, attack, and don't be afraid, I could handle him myself."

Alena was weighed down by the burden of responsibility; from excitement, her heart pounded like crazy; from adrenaline, her palms sweated. She was confused; it seemed to her that everyone was waiting for her to take the first action. As agreed, she stayed on the opposite side of the opponent, distracting his attention. Seryozha noticed her inexperience and switched his attention to the more dangerous, in his opinion, Ivi.

Seeing that Seryozha wasn't watching her actions, Alena decided on a direct kick, trying to drive the stiletto into the slave's back. If the strike had landed, the opponent definitely wouldn't have been able to stay on his feet; that's what the girl was counting on.

But incomprehensibly to her, he managed to dodge, grabbed her arm, and using momentum, threw her into the stunned Ivi. Colliding, the girls fell, losing their balance. She had underestimated her opponent.

"You're fucked, slave!!!" – A spark of vengeance flashed in Ivi's eyes. But it wasn't to be; firmly and confidently, Seryozha took her by the shorts with one hand and, lifting her, threw her aside; the thin fabric couldn't hold, and the girl was left without her simple clothing. Ivi immediately fell onto her back, tucking her legs with dangerous nails, preparing for defense. But Seryozha was already dealing with Alena, who hadn't had time to come to her senses; he twisted her arms behind her back and tried to tie them. Noticing in time that her partner was in trouble, Ivi attacked with her signature strike, but the boy again managed to jump back in time; the blonde aiming for the groin only grazed his thigh, leaving bloody scratches. This attack revealed her trump card; the slave already understood what to expect from her.

If Ivi hadn't been nearby, she would have already lost, Alena thought. She least of all wanted to look weak in her aunt's eyes. She had put so much effort into raising her into an excellent fighter.

Rousing herself, she briskly got to her feet. And again, the girls surrounded the guy.

Finding herself behind again, Alena, in a hurry, tried to apply a chokehold to the neck.

But too hesitantly... The opponent, grabbing her arm and lightning-fast, executed a hip throw. The girl's fragile body, describing an arc in the air, slammed into the ring.

From the impact on the ground, her vision darkened; due to shock, she couldn't take a full breath. A drawn-out moan escaped her chest.

Ivi again rushed to help her inexperienced partner. While Seryozha was open after the throw, with a battle cry, she drove a powerful shin kick into the exposed slave's abs. The boy doubled over, catching his breath, and Ivi added a heel strike to the ribs on the turn. He spun and, losing his balance, crashed onto Alena with full force; that was the last thing she remembered before losing consciousness.

Coming to, Alena opened her eyes slightly. The slave had his back to her; this was Ivi's doing, who, prudently, hadn't stopped resisting and forced him to turn his back to the girl.

She was on all fours, her ankles tied with the ribbon; Seryozha, with his legs wide apart and half-bent, was making short thrusts in a furious rhythm. So, he had managed to take down the experienced Ivi; anxiety crept into Alena's heart; without her partner, she couldn't overcome the agile boy.

To her surprise, she noticed that Ivi, not without pleasure, was impaling herself on the thick cock; she was wiggling her ass and squealing lustfully, making no attempt to free herself. Jealousy overwhelmed Alena's heart, and with jealousy came anger; her goal was perfectly clear. But if she hesitated now, the hall might give her away. So, she needed to get as close as possible to Seryozha and strike his balls before he realized she had regained consciousness.

Gathering all her strength, the girl made a dash towards the serenely fucking pair as quickly and sharply as possible.

This time, engrossed in Ivi's vagina, Seryozha didn't have time to adequately defend himself, though he did notice the spectators' lively reaction. He realized the girl had come to, but didn't think Alena was capable of attacking so swiftly.

Swinging well, with a straight leg, Alena hit right under the balls with the toe of her boot. Seryozha howled in pain but found the strength to jump to his feet; he tried to back away, but Alena understood she couldn't miss the chance to finish him off. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and finish him with a knee; the slave managed to intercept her hands. Their fingers intertwined; Seryozha couldn't cover his balls with his hands, and Alena tried to deliver another kick with her foot, but it wasn't easy. The pain in his testicles made itself known, and the guy weakened with each second; in the heat of the struggle, Alena managed to take him down onto his back, but with his last strength, the slave rolled the girl over himself. The guy