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Through the searing pain and throbbing in her skull, Fiona Fox pushes herself back to face her opponent, but Infinite's clawed glove grabs her by the mouth, nails digging into her fur and flesh as he lifts her to stand before him.

"I once thought I could win by using tricks to manipulate people. But, I've found that the only true strength is a sound tactical mind and a body trained to perfection, and you can't have that because you seek to influence others to win."

Muffled, Fiona tries to respond.

Infinite retorts with a punch to her stomach.

She coughs onto his palm, gagging, her eyes rolling back.

Clutch clutches his cane at the seats, and Breezie stands from her chair. "This is gratuitous! He's won! What more is there to show?"

Clutch snickers, licking his lips. "Why, Breezie, you should know the masses crave blood and feel empowered to do what they cannot in polite society. There's no need for pretense here." He glances over toward Rouge, but the bat remains quiet, watching the fight with a casual glance.

Breezie sits herself down, huffing. "You've seen right through me. Let's see how far you're willing to go. Surely, no one would care if this criminal gets what's coming to her."

"It's nothing a few bandages and a hospital stay won't fix," Rouge says. "And the money this rakes in quickly makes up for the medical expense. Anything that will leave permanent physical damage is strictly frowned upon in this arena." This last sentence she projects toward the fighters.

Infinite's golden eye catches Rouge, and he smirks, "Then, let me alter my tactics before I destroy this precious flower."

Fiona's breath quickens as he lowers his fists and presses his open palm upon her stomach. He scratches downward, tearing her shorts and exposing the red fur beneath.

"When it comes to battles, there is more than one way to conquer your opponent. Victory Is assured through domination, whether by blood or other fluids."

Infinite lets go of Fiona's cheeks, clasping his hand upon her throat, shoving her down to the ground, tightening his grip just enough to put the fear into her.

"Y... you can't break me, you limp-dicked bastard," she coughs.

He holds her down with one hand as another grabs her leg, lifting it over his shoulder.

AS he hoists her hips up, she can see the red shaft emerging from between his legs, and she stares at the thing, her body quivering.

Without saying anything else, he slams forward into her exposed snatch, letting his girthy rocket spread her out, his hands moving up and down along her thigh.

"It's been said," Rouge says, "that the Jackal squad had a very healthy sex life. It was more of an orgy than a mercenary band. They were rapacious beasts who had to slake their lusts upon one another. But, of course, that ended once Shadow wiped them all out."

Infinite growls.

"Of course, it might be a consolation prize for Infinite to know that his cock is larger than Shadow's."

"F-fuck off!" Infinite shouts, pumping into the fox, deepening the length into her with each thrust, claiming her, spreading her, bulging her stomach.

Fiona doesn't lay limp. She claws at his face, gripping his chest fluff, wrapping her unlifted leg around his body, and twisting her own, trying desperately to change the situation as the all-too-familiar sensation of having a dick deep inside her plays out. But unlike all the exes and Johns and opponents in this ring that she's had in her life, there is something different about this hate-fueled fucking.

He doesn't let her attacks get at him as he feels her walls contract around his shaft. The use and abuse are something that she's grown not only used to but grown to love. She's a broken doll, a pathetic weakling. She makes him sick. She makes him

So

Fucking

HARD!

He lifts her hips with both hands, getting to his knees, dragging her shoulders, and slamming his cock down into her, letting his force and gravity slam her against the floor with each thrust.

Fiona's yowls fill the room, echoing in loud, piercing barks as she's plowed against the floor and used as Infinite's cumdump. There is no groping her tits, and there is no adding excitement to her by choking her. There is only his cock, and his means of extracting more pleasure out of her for himself!

Soon, he's standing, shoving his rod deep into her and throwing his head back, letting out a loud and triumphant bark of his own, his dick practically exploding tons of goopy hate into her womb. When he pulls out, she falls back, breathing heavily, her cunt dripping with his contempt.

"Bitches like you deserve to be breeding stock and nothing more," Infinite says. "Come back if you want me to knock you up again." He snorts and walks off into the darkness.

The cameras zoom in on Fiona, getting for the audience every shot they can of her oozing cunt and her hazed-over gaze. She continues to lay there for a few minutes, lost in the humiliation and the lust.

Rouge nudges Breezie's shoulder and shows off the stream, where comments buzz and the donations rise higher and higher.

"Bitch got what she deserved."

"Fuck her brains out."

"Kill that cunt!"

Clutch snickers. "What did I say, huh? We're animals, all of us. People would pay so much to see it spilled. It's a shame a gladiator will stop being a money source when they are far too broken to keep fighting."

Indeed," says Breezie. "And there's the morality police to worry about.

Rouge chuckles as she stands up, putting away her device. "Indeed. There is money to be had at all levels of this establishment, with only that last piece of the puzzle to figure out."

The two look to her with tilted heads and quirked brows.

"What if I told you I could let people's wildest dreams come true? What if I told you we could have our fighters court death and then cheat him out of his prize?"