The pink crossbreed between a dragon and an untarian glared at her captor. Her own body was tied up tightly as if she was a prized slave, ready to be prepared like a chicken. She twisted helplessly in the restraints as her feet touched the ceiling. She was trying to feel something to grab onto with her feet to help delay her doom. She twisted and jerked more until she was facing her captor, and then one of her footpaws slid underneath the rope that was against the ceiling. Shifting all of her might towards grabbing onto the rope, she managed to pull it just slightly with one foot while sliding her second foot underneath it. "There" She thought to herself, "Just got to hold on. I can't give up!"
The huntress below sneered at her and jostled the rope, nullifying the crossbreeds hard fought attempt at salvation. "Now now, can't do that." Still holding the lifeline rope, the lizardwoman took a few steps closer and grabbed one of the crossbreeds black horns, wrenching it downwards and throwing it violently to the side. "I won't tolerate insolence from you, and your in no position to fight back! Now I would suggest you stop fighting and let me destroy that pretty face of yours." The pink girl glared at the now angry lizard female. Her head had been twisted with the violent thrashing caused by the throw, however to her subconscious astonishment something had caught her eye from the stairwell.
"I'm going to enjoy this you bitch." The reptilian huntress sneered as she took a few more steps away so as not to get stained with body fluids. "Ready or not. One... Two... " "There you are!" a masculine voice grumbled from behind the green would-be assasin. The surprise startled the girl and she nearly let completely go of the ropes, grabbing just the tail end of it. "And just what do you think you were about to do?" The voice continued. The lizardwoman turned towards the voice and saw the king standing behind her. "Your majesty!" She stuttered a moment. "I was just about to release this harem for you. She was precariously dangling and could have split her head open, or worse. She would make quite the queen if her spirit matches her beauty."
"Just let her down gently." The black anubian snarled. "I have special plans for her to see if the spirits and gods think as you do." He walked over to the dangling naked girl and helped bring her right side up as she was slowly lowered. "Now leave us." He commanded, speaking to the tunic clad reptile. He watched as she bowed and walked out of the room and back up the stairs. He then focused his attention back to the colorful winged mistress in fromt of him. "You shall be entered into the tournament in the next few days. If you can prove your strength you shall succeed and perhaps become my countess. If you shall fail, your blood shall quench the victors thirst, while your body is left to rot in the sandy wilderness."
The girl nodded, both fearful of failure, and alas, fearful all the same of a victory. She did not know what this anubian beast of whom saved her life would have in mind. Constant child rearing, A servitudal fate worse than death for any unwilling female.
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