Arena Slut
The tanned beauty’s tits jiggled slightly underneath the netting while her captor fucked her mercilessly, pinning her down so she was helpless. After a while of squirming against Keane, she stopped resisting, realizing it was pointless to keep trying.
Keane kept pounding away between her thighs, slamming the entire length of his cock in and out of the horan’s tight cunt, making her huge tits jiggle and drip with milk. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with each thrust. Soon after she stopped resisting, he felt his cock was about ready to explode, so he buried himself as deep up inside her as he could. His balls pumped out a huge load of juice as he came, shooting his load of jizz up into her cunt, squirt after squirt after squirt. He emptied every last drop of his sperm into the girl before reluctantly pulling out.
*****
Keane stood with his newly acquired horan fuckslave in the crowded marketplace of Jai II, which was the biggest of the nearby civilizations. There was everything being sold and bartered in the marketplace here: food, weapons, books, gasoline, oil, parts, livestock and slaves. The slave hunter was in the slave section, where buyers could come and see what was available. The horan girl was shackled, chained, and leashed, making sure she had no chance to escape. She was property now.
“Hey ho there, Keane. What have you got for me today?” Came a voice from nearby. It was Mick, a wealthy warlord who frequently bought from Keane.
“Hey Mick. I’ve got a ripe horan, just caught yesterday. Big firm tits, tight little cunt, She’ll make a great addition to your harem.”
“I’m not looking for any personal slaves, I’m looking to buy someone I can forge into an Arena Slut.” Mick continued.
“A showgirl, eh? Well I think this one would do great. She’s got a look to her.” Keane suggested.
Arena sluts were slaves, whose fate was to amuse the masses in the coliseums, serving as entertainment to the hundreds of voyeurs who watched as they were fucked or raped savagely by whatever the promoter chose: Animals, mutants, or even gangbanged by dozens of men. After a while, some Arena sluts would perform willingly, trying to make the spectacle more of a show, thinking that if they performed well enough they could earn freedom. But most of the appeal was for the unwilling victims, particularly the ones captured in the wild. Especially the horans, who were now becoming rare.
Mick pulled on the leash of the horan girl, causing her to stumble closer. He cupped one of her almost impossibly large tits in his hand, not even able to gasp the whole thing. He lifted her breast and leaned his head down, bringing his lips to her nipple. The slave tried to pull back a little as Mick started to nurse on her tit, but Keane tugged on her leash tightly, holding her in place. Mick drank down her delicious milk, like a mixture of honey, sugar and warm cream.
Mick raised his head up and looked over the rest of her body. He squeezed her tight, young ass firmly, and his other hand roamed around, sliding over her pussy, inspecting her thoroughly. The horan girl was clearly uncomfortable, whimpering and squirming as the other stranger’s hands roamed all over her body.
“I’ll take her.” Mick said.
They haggled over the price and the exchange was made. Afterward, Mick brought her over to a cart nearby, which was actually a cage on wheels. Inside the cage were two other girls, both who were slumped on the floor, obviously exhausted and abused.
Mick shoved his newly bought slave inside, and she fell forward on top of the other girls.
*****
The horan slave sat on the dirty, stone floor of the dungeon, her arms chained up above her, and her feet chained apart, attached to the floor. Three days had passed since she had been captured, and she was now under the ownership of Mick, living in this filthy, dark dungeon, along with about a dozen other slaves like her.
The dungeon guards who were there to keep the slaves in line, often helped themselves to the defenseless women, fucking them whenever they felt the urge.
The horan looked down between her legs. Her cunt had been shaved completely, leaving her completely hairless from the waist down. That was part of the grooming she received as they sought to turn her into a fucktoy slave. She looked down at her arm again, too. The number “34” had been tattooed on her shoulder, her slave number. Of course she didn’t know what the symbol meant, she couldn’t read; she only knew it was a branding of some sort.
Slave 34 had been allowed to eat meager portions of food, but mostly her diet in the past few days had consisted of semen. The guards were constantly pumping her mouth full of ball juice, and sometimes Mick would summon a slave or two up to his quarters to service him.
Jax, one of the dungeon guards, walked around through the slave quarters, tossing each of the slaves a half loaf of bread from the sack he carried. It was feeding time.
Jax stopped in front of her, tossing her the chunk of bread. Slave 34 picked it up eagerly and began munching on it. Jax could tell she was hungry. Underneath those fucking huge, basketball sized melons of hers, he could see her ribs, and her stomach had gotten extremely skinny.
The dungeon guard felt his cock hardening as he watched the busty slave below him. He was excited to have a horan in his dungeon; Before now, he had only heard rumors of their beauty and wild sexual nature.
Slave 34 wolfed down her bread hungrily and licked her lips. By the time she was done, she looked up, seeing the dungeon guard was still in front of her, but now he was unbuckling his pants and sliding them down.
Jax opened his pants, pulling them down enough so that his half erect cock could pop out. Jax was also a mutant, and he suffered from having an abnormally large set of testicles. His balls were huge, to say the least, about the size of grapefruits. They also produced abnormally large amounts of sperm, which usually made sex with a normal girl extremely messy.
Slave 34 shifted on the ground, her ass rubbing against the rough stone floor. She was used to fucking on a regular basis (half a dozen to a dozen times per day in her culture), and the lack of satisfying sex lately had left her extremely horny. Her pussy dripped constantly, drooling down her inner thighs and between the crack of her ass. Her busty, inhumanly large tits dripped with milk, running down the underside of her breasts.
Jax squatted over her, holding his cock. He rubbed his swollen cockhead over her forehead, down over her nose, and pressed it up to her lips. Slave 34 opened her mouth a bit reluctantly, but at least she was obeying now. Jax shoved his cock between her lips, filling her mouth with his stiff member.
Slave 34 moaned as the intrusive cock shoved into her mouth, but she began sucking instinctively. She was a little embarrassed at how she had started to immediately devour the prick, but she was used to sucking dick regularly with her own kind, and sometimes she forgot that she was in a slave dungeon now.
Jax let out a satisfying moan. “Oh yeah that’s it, bitch. Suck down that fat prick and I’ll give you something to wash that bread down with.” Jax told her, knowing that she had no idea what he was saying.
Slave 34 was extremely horny, despite being locked up like this. In the past three days, the only sex she had was quick, rough, unsatisfying rape, and by now she really really needed to cum. If she could only reach her clit, she could finish herself off…
Jax saw the slave trying to reach down, figuring she wanted to get her hands on his cock. “Easy there, whore. I’ll give you enough of this dick, don’t you worry.”
Jax pumped his cock in and out of her mouth while the slave bobbed her head back and forth. She sucked and slurped messily, letting her spit drool down his shaft, and down her chin as well, some of her spit slobbering down onto her tits. His huge, heavy balls slapped up against her chin each time he buried his cock in her mouth, pressing his cockhead up against the back of her throat.
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