Sex Commandos Gladiatrix (GIFs)

I'm reposting the animated GIFs that took hours to make. I uploaded them to Pixiv, but they got deleted. I still can't believe that they would do that.

Anyway, I'm busy working on the new Sex Fighters series with Eva (and grieving over the deleted works). If you haven't seen them, you can check out the shot list here. https://www.patreon.com/posts/planned-series-110850324

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The gladiatrix takes a deep breath and surveys the arena. Her environment feels palpably intense. The glossy white walls gleam under the bright lights, reflecting off the polished floor tiles like crisp mirrors. The distant cries of pain and death fill the air, intermingling with the scent of sweat and perfume.

Lů-Zɨ presses her back against the wall, her heart slams against her ribs. Her fingers twitch on her sexblaster's trigger. Neon-lit corridors echo with the cries of the dying and the moans of the ecstatically vanquished. The lithe gladiatrix shudders from hearing the wail of her teammates. She edges on her throbbing knob and prepares for battle.

She tightens her grip on the gun, anticipation thrumming in her veins for the next round. Corporate overlords have enlisted her team to square off against gladiatrixes across the Galaxy. Only three teams remain, including her own. The promise of reward fuels her eagerness—a dress she'd fawn over for months and real food replacing the toothpaste-like rations usually fed to the serfs.

With a quick glance at the HUD display in her tinted goggles, she confirms that she's the sole surviving Sex Commando on her team.

She whispers to herself, "I've got a high score to break today."

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Bəïlē's chest rises to the sharp clasp of high-heeled boots. She shudders from the sound of her enemies getting closer. 

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Ph'āun, Lů-Zɨ, and Bəïlē strut to the end of the corridor and wait for the gates to open. The brave gladiatrices can't wait to push the button on their cock rings and activate the combat drugs. Their psych is primed and pumped for the final battle.

A drone zooms in to capture their expressions while the Sex Commandos gasp from the injection of stimulants. Their pupils dilate against the sudden flood of euphoria for a moment that feels like an eternity.

Then the arena door slides open with a pneumatic hiss. The trio share a glance at each other and let a wry smile escape.