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Arena Slut

By: zaxxon



Keane layed on his stomach in the forest, hidden behind a cluster of trees and a bunch of bushes. In this spot, he could stay completely concealed as he observed his prey bathing in the stream below: Two young horan women, both of a ripe age that would bring him top dollar.

The year is now 3709. Not much is known about the world before the Final War, the war which changed the planet forever. All that is known is that sometime in the late 21st century, nuclear war ravaged the world, and forced the few remaining survivors to seek shelter underground. The tribes of people who didn’t live underground for centuries risked the effects of toxic fallout. Mutation and sickness from the nuclear fallout was one of the least worries however, since tribes of bandits and pirates killed and ate whatever or whoever they could find.

That age came to an end a few hundred years ago, when most of the underground civilizations resurfaced, to live above ground again. What they found is that the humans above ground had mutated and sub-races had sprouted up. Those who had avoided the fallout below ground regarded themselves as “pure blooded” humans. Horans were one of the new races that had evolved over the centuries.

Most of the differences between the races were subtle. Horans looked very much like humans, except they had evolved to possess much more enhanced sexual features, and had a raging sex drive. This is where they got their nickname, “Horan” came from the old word “whore”, describing the horny nature of the entire race.

Horan women were recognizable by their naturally tan skin, with blonde to white hair color, and bright, almost fluorescent eyes (usually green or cyan). Horan females also had extremely large breasts, which were impossible to miss. At puberty, the girls’ breasts began producing milk, pregnant or not. It was natural for them to lactate when excited, particularly when sexually aroused.

Keane wasn’t pure blooded, he was part mutant, so in some social circles he would never be fully accepted. He looked human in every way, except for he only had eight fingers, impossible to hide his mutant heritage. So he was forced to work as a slave hunter; A dirty job, but it paid well.

Keane hunted horans primarily, to sell into slavery. These two he was watching would bring in enough money to last him for months. Horans were sparse, and on the verge of extinction. They were a primal race, with extremely low brain power and intelligence potential. In fact, they were so stupid that horans couldn’t even learn how to speak a language, their communication was reduced to primitive grunts and moans. Many believed that’s all they needed to do anyway, since they tended to spend most of their time engaging in sex.

Some had tried to breed horans in captivity, but slave buyers weren’t interested in their offspring because they lacked the wild sexual nature; They were considered too ‘housebroken’. Their breastmilk however, was a delicacy enjoyed around the continent.

Keane shifted slightly as he watched the two horans bathing themselves in the waterfall pool just about 200 feet down the hill in front of him. Both were bathing naked, although horans seldom wore clothes, no more than just a loincloth. If they did wear clothes, most horan women would need at least an F cup bra.

The two young women were waist deep in the forest stream pool of water. One of them was standing underneath the waterfall, letting the cold water shower down over her head, as she rubbed her basketball sized tits. Her white hair was matted to her body, slicked back behind her, reaching down to her waist. Some locks of hair were dangling down over between her gigantic hooters.

The second girl was facing away from Keane, so he couldn’t see her, but she seemed to be washing herself between her legs… or something.

Keane reached down, rubbing his stiff cock that had slipped out of the rip in the front of his pants. His dick had a tendency to slip out of the hole in the front of his raggedy trousers, but he didn’t give a shit about that sort of thing.

Keane laid there on the ground, stroking his now fully-erect cock as he watched the two bathing girls. The two were now close together, kissing with their arms wrapped around each other. The girl under the waterfall reached her hands back, squeezing the other woman’s bulging, voluptuous tits.

After a few seconds, Keane took his hands off his dick, deciding that there was no better time to jump in, surprise the two, and capture them. He stood up slowly, quietly, and took a few steps back to where his motorcycle was leaning against a tree. He took a rolled up bundle off from the back, and began to undo it. This trusted item was his net, which he used to capture and tangle his victims. He folded the net, preparing it in formation to throw.

Keane took his motorcycle, and climbed on top of it. Once he started the bike, he knew that the two women would start to flee, so he had to be quick. He knew what he was doing though, this was his professional after all. With a quick kick-start to his bike, he gunned the engine and started rushing forward over the hill.

As soon as he came over the crest of the hill, back into the view of the two women, he saw them looking up at him, stricken in fear. They didn’t stay still for long though; In an instant, both of them were rushing out of the water, running away in opposite directions. Keane headed after the woman on the left, closest to him. He closed in quickly as she ran barefoot, and in seemingly no time, he was near enough to cast his net out, catching the horan squarely inside it. She stumbled forward, falling, and began clawing at the net, only further tangling herself.

The slave hunter zoomed forward, continuing after the second girl. But as a vine tangled itself in the front wheel of his bike, he felt himself suddenly lurching forward, head over heels.

Before he knew what had happened, Keane found himself flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Sighing, he got up, seeing what had happened. He picked up the motorcycle, realizing that he didn’t have enough time to untangle it and pursue the second horan.

Keane walked back to where the first woman had fallen in the net. She squealed loudly, clawing at the net, struggling on the ground practically helplessly. As the woman saw him, she stopped screaming, and stared at him in fear, panting heavily.

The slave hunter stood over his captured prey, his cock was still hard and sticking straight out from the gash in the front of his trousers. If he wasn’t sporting a hardon, his prey probably wouldn’t be quite as scared. Keane looked over the woman. She was young, probably in her early twenties. Her body was perfect (most horans were, that’s why they were in such high demand). Her chest was heaving, making her huge, bulging tits rise and fall; Her nipples with dribbling with a few drops of milk. The horan’s stomach was thin and muscular, and when she tensed, Keane could see the definition of her abs. Below her stomach, her platinum blonde bush was exposed as her firm thighs were forced open, tangled in the net.

The one capture would have to do, Keane thought, stroking his cock as he crouched down to the woman. Keane liked to test out his products before he sold them, to make sure there weren’t any problems. Plus it was an added bonus to the job, he figured.

The slave hunter knelt down between his newly captured fucktoy’s thighs. He leaned forward, holding the girl’s shoulders down while he brought himself down into position, sliding his cock between her thighs to press up against her cunt. There was enough space between the netting which would allow him to slip his cock through and fuck her easily.

The woman started to squirm and struggle, but he held her down firmly and slammed his cock forward, pushing it between her cunt lips, burying his stiff prick up inside her all the way with one thrust. She squealed loudly as he violated her, feeling the stranger’s cock invading her tight pussy. Keane didn’t waste any time in starting to pump away on top of her. He thrust in and out of her hard, ravaging her cunt, using her roughly.

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.

Slave 34 sucked eagerly on the veiny, thick shaft that was thrusting in and out of her mouth. She rubbed her tongue up along the underside of the prick while she sucked and nursed. At this point, her pussy was drooling just about as much as her mouth was.

The dungeon guard looked down at her huge, delicious tits that were jiggling while she bobbed, and he couldn’t resist. He pulled his aching, stiff prick out of her mouth and squatted down a bit more, nuzzling his cock between her huge, busty melons. He smeared some of the milk dribbling from her nipples across her tits, rubbing between her breasts, mixing it with the sweat and spit, making her titties slick and slippery. His cock slid in between them easily, slick with her drool.

Jax pumped his cock up and down between her amazing knockers, while he held them together tightly. With each squeeze of her breasts, he noticed that her nipples would ooze with milk, like he was milking a cow.

The horan slave arched her back, pushing her chest out some more while the guard squatted over her, burying his prick in her udders. Jax held her melons together tightly while he rubbed his cock up and down between them, tittyfucking her happily. His huge balls dragged up and down her chest.

Slave 34 leaned her head down, sticking out her tongue, trying to lick at the tip of Jax’s cock each time it thrust up out of the top of her breasts. She rolled her tongue over his cockhead, lapping up the precum which was oozing out everywhere.

Jax groaned as he came hard. Before his cock exploded, he pulled back a little bit, aiming his prick at the slave’s open mouth. A huge burst of semen shot out of his dick, shooting with the force of a hose. His cock spurted and spurted, gushing out loads of his balljuice all over her face, completely plastering her. He didn’t stop cumming though, as he aimed his prick down at those humongous tits of hers. His sperm shot forth, landing in streaks all over her boobs. Finally after dumping about a quart of his jizz over the girl, his prick slowed to a drizzle. Her upper body was completely painted in his fuck frosting.

The slave blinked, some cum caught in her eye, amazed at the volume of cream the guard had dumped on her.

But Jax was still stiff. It wasn’t often that a horan slave came through here, and he planned to take every advantage of this opportunity. Without missing a beat, he slid down between her thighs, burying his cock into her soaking went, hairless pussy.

God, she was incredibly tight! Just another feature horans possessed, Jax figured.

Slave 34 let out a long moan as she felt the stiff prick plunge between her thighs, burying inside her needy cunt. She wanted to cum so bad; she hoped her rapist/lover could last long enough to satisfy her. If she didn’t orgasm soon, she would start to go insane.

Jax held onto the slave’s hips as he leaned into her, pounding his cock in and out of her furiously. She was so fucking wet! He felt her creamy chest rubbing up against his own, smearing on his body.

Those two heavy, huge balls of his slapped up against her tight little ass each time he buried his rod into her. Surprisingly, she was squealing and moaning as if she enjoyed it as much as he did. Jax didn’t care if she enjoyed it at all though, he was here to get his own rocks off.

Finally, the slave was pushed over the edge and she squealed loudly as her orgasm hit her hard! She arched her back, and her pussy quivered as the pleasure rushed through her body.

“AAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOHHHHH!!!” The slave moaned.

Jax watched as the slave orgasmed, and her tits started to spurt with milk, spraying onto his chest! Her nipples squirted with milk, splatting onto his body, while her pussy clamped down on his prick.


Arena Slut



Her quivering pussy was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her entire vaginal walls rippled and massaged his prick up and down. It felt like a thousand fingers running up and down, stroking his cock.

It was too much to bear, he started cumming again too. Jax’s cock exploded inside her, shooting a second load of his fuckjuice into her. Her pussy absolutely exploded with jizz shooting out of her once he filled her up completely! Jax kept spurting blasts of cum into her, but the cream just overflowed out of her swollen, bald little cunt.

When Jax finished cumming for the second time, he stood up, taking a handful of her hair in his hand and used it to wipe his sloppy prick off. The slave looked satisfied too. She was leaning up against the wall, panting heavily, arms pinned above her. Her head was leaned to the side, resting on her shoulder. Her cum-covered tits were dripping with milk, and her young, swollen cunt dripped with an excess amount of his balljuice. The white semen contrasted with her tan skin.

“Awww, why do I always get sloppy seconds?” Came a voice from behind Jax.

It was Peej, another one of the dungeon guards. Peej was a pathetic, small man. He stood only a few inches taller than 5 feet, and weighed less than 90 pounds probably. He was a complete pussy, and incompetent at his job. The only reason he got this job was because he was Mick’s nephew. If Peej didn’t work down here in the dungeon, he would probably still be a virgin. The only way he could get laid is by raping the slaves.

“She’s all yours.” Jax said, tucking his dick back into his pants and picking up the sack of bread, tossing an extra half loaf to Slave 34 since she had been such a good girl.

“Oh goody,” Peej said, pulling his cock out of his trousers as he walked toward Slave 34. “A real live horan. This is my lucky day!”

Jax was gone now, as Peej came closer to her. At first, the slave thought the scrawny guard wasn’t erect yet, but she soon realized as he came closer, that his cock was fully hard, sticking out only about 2 inches long. It was the smallest penis she had ever seen.

Peej was practically dancing with excitement as he squatted over Slave 34. There was a huge grin on his face as he rubbed his diminutive cock along her slick lips, then pushed into her mouth.

The slave considered biting off his prick and swallowing it whole, but instead she decided to humor the pathetic man. She started sucking the tiny cock, and Peej immediately started moaning.

His cock twitched in her mouth and she felt the taste of jizz on her tongue. After only about 5 seconds of sucking, Peej had shot his load. Peej’s premature ejaculate landed on her tongue (only a couple drops of sperm).

Moaning deeply, Peej pulled his rapidly shrinking cock out of her mouth and pulled his pants back up. He walked away, giggling happily.

Slave 34 was left lying against the cold dungeon wall, her body dripping with semen, her cunt filled to the point of overflowing with the Jax’s ball juice.

*****

The next morning, she awoke to the sound of two men talking over her. She opened her eyes, seeing two boys standing over her, their cocks tented in their pants as they looked down at her.

The slave’s body had been washed clean during the night, and her pussy shaved bald once again, all part of her daily grooming.

The two boys standing over her were Mick’s two 18 year old sons. They had heard the rumors that their father had purchased a horan slave for the Arena, and wanted to come take a look for themselves.

The two boys, Bif and Jif, were identical; both were a bit on the skinny side, with shaggy black hair.

“Oh my God, look at the size of those tits!” Jif exclaimed to his brother.

“They’re gigantic.” Bif replied, unashamed at his blatantly stiff cock which tented the front of his trousers.

“And those thighs, that pussy. She looks absolutely delicious.” Jif said.

“Lets have some fun with her, Jif.” Bif suggested.

“Yeah, lets take her into the back room.” Jif added.

Bif took out a set of keys from his pocket and started undoing the locks around Slave 34’s wrists. He unlocked both of her wrist shackles, and her arms fell down limply. Her wrists were red and irritated, and felt so good to be released.

Next, Bif unlocked her ankles, and he and his brother picked up her limp, weak body and started carrying her into the back room of the dungeon.

The two boys carried the tired, feeble slave into a small room, which contained only a stool and a table. They sat her down on the stool, and the slave rubbed her wrists achingly. She sat there on the stool, her thighs spread apart, as the two boys stripped down completely naked.

She looked up at the two boys. At first she thought she might be seeing double, afterall she was very weak from days without proper nourishment. The two boys were identical, and both sported identical hardons as they prepared to have some fun with their new found toy.

Jif ran his fingers through the slave’s silky, white hair and admired her pretty face, while Bif was squatting down now, caressing her toned, smooth calves. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as gorgeous as this.” One of them said. She didn’t know which, or even understood what they said for that matter.

The two boys each sat down on one of her thighs, straddling her leg, both of them facing her. With the two boys sitting in her lap, their stiff cocks pointed right at her, they each leaned forward, holding one of her enormous tits in both hands.

She felt both mouths press up against each of her nipples, and the two boys began sucking each of her swollen nipples. Her breasts tingled slightly, and as they nursed her, her nipples filled their mouths with warm, sweet milk.

Bif and Jif nursed her tits, holding them in both their hands. They drank down her sweet milk as they pressed their faces into her gorgeous tits, and their cocks only swelled up further, aching and dripping clear precum down onto her thighs.

“Oh my God, she is absolutely delicious!” One of the boys exclaimed.

She reached down, and in each hand, she grabbed ahold of a cock. The slave wrapped her fingers around each of their stiff, horny fuckrods, giving each a firm squeeze.

Bif and Jif both moaned deeply into her tits as their cocks got squeezed, and she felt some of her milk dripping down her tits while they squeezed her jugs, milking her. Their tongues lapped against her breasts, slurping up some of the drips.

She started stroking her hands up and down each of their stiff pricks, jerking each of the two boys off at the same time. Her thighs were spread apart with each boy sitting on one leg, which also opened her pussy up to be exposed. As a slight breeze blew by, it tingled her cunt and she realized just how dripping wet she was becoming.

“Ohhh mommy, you taste so good!” Jif moaned into the slave’s tit as he sucked and nursed her, rubbing his hips back and forth, fucking his dick in her hand.

Bif was also whimpering with joy as he nursed on her other tit like a little baby. His hips also rubbed back and forth, pushing his aching cock into her hand while she jerked him off.

Slave 34 arched her back, pressing both of her huge, bulging melons against each of the boy’s faces. Their constant nursing had really turned her on, and her pussy was dripping down onto the stool like a faucet. The thought of escaping lingered in the back of her mind, but all she could think about was getting one of those stiff pricks inside of cunt… or both!

Her hands were pumping up and down each rock-hard prick quickly, when she heard each of the boys moan in unison, and each of the cocks exploded, splattering her tight stomach with jizz.

The boys each pumped out their load, streaking her stomach with cum blasts, and dribbling the last of their loads down onto her thighs.

“Oh my God, that felt sooo good!” They both said in stereo.

But they wanted more, too.

“I want to fuck her.” Jif said.

“Ok, I’ll have her blow me.” Bif said in return.

The slave was surprised as the two boys picked her up quickly, lifting her onto her feet. Jif bent her over as she stood up, and Bif was right in front of her, guiding her face down to meet his still-stiff prick. At the same time, she felt Jif’s cock entering her from behind.

She opened her mouth, letting Bif’s cock into her mouth, and Jif started pumping her from behind, using her as he wanted to. The slave started sucking on Bif’s dick, just like the boy had been nursing on her nipple just a bit earlier.

The cock pounding in and out of her cunt from behind felt so good. Her pussy was now dripping down her inner thighs, she felt the trickles. She was also surely dripping down his stiff prick and over his balls as well. She did her best to suck the hard, veiny cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Bif reached down under her, squeezing her fat milkjugs as she blew him. He squeezed each of her tits, sending shots of milk squirting down onto the floor.

The slave’s big jugs jiggled in Bif’s hands as Jif beat her pussy from behind, fucking his young, eager cock in and out of the busty vixen. Slave 34 didn’t have to bob her head too much on Bif’s cock, since Jif’s pounding caused most of her body to rock back and forth anyway.

“Lets switch, Jif, I want to fuck her now!” Bif groaned.

Jif agreed and they both pulled their stiff, young pricks out of her holes, and spun her around. She was now facing the opposite direction, her face pressed up against Jif’s hard dick. She slipped it into her mouth, tasting her own pussy juices, while she felt Bif’s identical cock enter her from behind.

After a couple seconds, it felt the same as it did before. She sucked Jif’s veiny prick while the other one humped her from behind, slapping his hips up against her ass over and over, burying himself deep inside her.

Jif reached down under her, taking his turn at squeezing her massive, perfectly shaped, balloon tits.

After getting fucked like this for a while, the two of them switched again, and she went back to sucking on Bif’s cock, while Jif slid his prick back into her dripping, eager cunt, resuming his fucking from earlier.

The two of them switched at least half a dozen more times again, and she had lost track of who was who by the time her orgasm hit. She squealed loudly as she came hard, her tits spurting with milk and her pussy quivering!

As her cunt quivered and shivered, she felt the boy inside her cum as well, his dick twitching as he emptied a second load of jizz into her body.

“AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!” She screamed loudly, her voice muffled by the cock in her mouth, in the midst of her orgasm, while she felt the boy behind her pumping her body full of fuckjizz.

The orgasm was too intense, and used the last of her energy. By the time she finished orgasm, the slave felt faint, and the room started to go black. She slumped forward onto the ground as she lost consciousness.

“Oh shit! What happened!?” Jif exclaimed as Slave 34 suddenly passed out, dropping to the ground. His cock had been in her mouth, and he was right on the verge of cumming, if she hadn’t fainted.

“I don’t know! Is she dead?” Bif asked.

“Let’s get her up off the floor.”

The two boys lifted the limp, exhausted slave up off the floor and slumped her onto the desk on her front. They laid her upper body on the desk, with her legs dangling off the edge. Bif checked her pulse, “She’s still alive. She must have just passed out.”

“Oh, thank God!” Jif sighed, “Dad would kill us if we fucked one of his slaves to death!”

“What’s going on in here? I heard a scream.” Peej was now standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips. The scrawny, short man stared down the two boys as he saw the horan slave laying motionless on the desk.

The two boys gulped.

“What happened to her?” Peej demanded.

“She just passed out, I don’t know why!” Jif and Bif both said in unison.

“Get the hell out of here before I tell your dad about this.” Peej threatened them, and the two boys were quickly running out the door.

Peej watched, making sure they were both gone, then closed the door, leaving just him and the slave inside the room. He walked up to the motionless slave, jiggling her shoulder to see if she would wake.

Slave 34 remained unconscious on the desk and Peej grinned, unbuttoning the front of his pants, pulling out his stiff, 2 inch cock. He ran the tip of his cock along the crack of her ass, running it up and down between her gorgeous, tight little buns.

Peej pressed the tip of his cock up against her puckered asshole and pushed forward, sliding his small dick into her ass. He gasped in joy as he felt how tight she was around his cock! He rarely felt anyone this tight, since his cock was so fucking small.

He started pumping back and forth, raping her ass as she layed unconscious. In no time, Peej was cumming, sending his load, which consisted of two squirts, up into her bowels.

“Ohhhh fuck yes!” He gasped.

After he was done basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, Peej pulled his shriveled cock out of the slave’s ass. He spanked his hand across her firm, tight ass cheek, leaving a red hand print. Now, time to get her chained up again before anyone found out…

*****

When Slave 34 awoke, she was dizzy and barely coherent. She tried to move, but realized she was chained up again. Her arms were pinned to the wall above her, and her feet were shackled and spread apart as they were before.

Mick, Jax, and Peej were all standing around here, discussing something.

“She’s weak now.” Jax said.

“Yes, she’s lost quite a bit of strength. She’s ready for the Arena tomorrow.” Mick added.

“Why again, is it better if she’s weak, uncle?” Peej asked.

“Because then she won’t be able to resist as easily, you idiot!” Mick scolded him, knocking him on the back of the head.

“Who do you have planned for her, sir? Something special?” Jax asked.

“You’ll see. It’ll be a great show, indeed.” Mick said, rubbing his hands together. “People will pack the stands, wanting to see this whore get fucked. I’m going to make a fortune off her.”

*****

The next morning, Jax unchained unchained Slave 34 and brought her to the bathhouse to be cleaned and prepared for the day.

The bath house was a large building which contained a pool of fresh, hot water. The window shades were always closed, for privacy. Inside the pool, the two bathing maids were resting, waiting for the slave to be brought to them.

The two bath maids, Joiye and Anne, were slaves as well. Although they weren’t bought to be fucktoys; their purpose was to clean and scrub people in the bath house. Their status was slightly (only slightly) higher than Slave 34’s, so they were allowed to have names, in addition to their slave numbers. Jax brought Slave 34 into the room and lead her to the stairs leading down into the 20 by 20 foot bath tub. He pushed her forward slightly, and she stepped down into the tub of hot water.

Joiye and Anne waded across the pool to come beside her. Joiye was a pretty woman with short, spikey blonde hair. Her skin was creamy white, and she had small, but perky breasts, with long nipples. There were freckles across her nose and some on her chest as well. On her arm, she had the number 23 tattooed, just like the other slaves.

Anne was slightly older than Joiye. Her long, dark hair was tied up in a bun, with a few strands dangling down her gorgeous face. She had full, pouty lips, and her green eyes sparkled. Anne had full, heavy breasts which were large by human standards, but nowhere near the massive proportions of Slave 34’s. Anne’s nipples were large too, and stiff in the water. Her body was slender, but not skinny, and underneath the water, her belly button was pierced. The number 88 was tattooed on her arm.

Anne and Joiye both had sponges and soap, and went to work at lathering up Slave 34’s body. Joiye stood behind her, lathering up her back and shoulders, while Anne soaped up the slave’s stomach and ran the bar of soap over her large, milk-laden tits.

Jax was standing outside the pool. His pants were now undone, and he was stroking his stiff cock while he watched the three women in the pool. His gigantic balls were also hanging out of his shorts, jiggling slightly while he pumped his rod.

Anne soaped up all of Slave 34’s huge melons, running the soap over them, then rubbing the lather around, getting them nice and slick with soap to clean them. Joiye slipped underneath the water, and she felt the bath maid running the soap along her thighs and ass.

A little bit of milk started to ooze from the slave’s nipples as the cleaning turned her on, and she found herself hoping for her pussy to get cleaned next.

Joiye came up for air after cleaning the slave’s bottom half. She pressed her body up against Slave 34’s back, and reached around, squeezing each of her huge jugs. The slave’s nipples squirted with milk, splashing onto Anne’s breasts.

Slave 34 leaned down, licking at Anne’s chest, slurping up the milk from the other woman’s ample busom. Anne purred, her hands along with Joiye’s continued clutching the slave’s tits. They both squeezed, and shots of milk squirted out of her nipples under water, mixing with the bath water.

Suddenly there was a splash, and the three of them looked over to see Jax entering the bath pool. He had stripped off his clothes completely, and he was fully erect, his stiff prick sticking straight out as he waded toward them.

Jax came up behind Anne and turned her around. He pushed her down underneath the water and guided her head toward his stiff prick. Anne obeyed his lead by slipping her mouth around his swollen cock, and began giving him a blowjob while submerged under water. Next, Jax scooped up the other two slaves in each of his arms, and slid his hands down, sliding two fingers up into each of their tight little cunts.

Anne sucked on Jax’s cock tenderly underneath the water for a while until she needed air. When her head came up to the surface, Jax pushed Joiye’s shoulders down, making her take a turn sucking his rod. Joiye slipped underwater and started sucking Jax’s stiff, veiny cock where Anne had left off.

When Joiye needed to come up for air, Slave 34 slipped under water, taking her turn at sucking the only dick in the room.

The three girls were now taking turns blowing Jax. When one of them was about ready to come up for air, another one would go down underneath, immediately taking over, sliding her mouth around his swollen shaft as soon as the other woman’s lips left it.

Jax groaned and closed his eyes. The constant underwater blowjobs from the three slaves went on for quite a few minutes, until Jax decided he wanted something more.

He picked up Slave 34 and leaned her over the side of the pool on her front. Her front side was pressed against the floor, with her feet dangling over the edge into the water. Her ass stuck out, and he could see her hairless little pussy peeking out between her cheeks.

Jax took the other two girls and leaned them over the edge of the pool as well. All three of their asses were pressed together side by side as he lined them up. The water was shallow enough in the pool here for him to stand behind them, his cock level with their rear-ends.

Jax went down the line, running his bare, veiny cock over each of the three slave’s firm ass cheeks until he came to the end, to Joiye. He held his cock in his hand, and nuzzled his swollen cockhead between the folds of her pussy, then pushed forward, burying his prick inside her.

Jax pumped his cock in and out of her wet, hairless pussy for a few strokes, then pulled out. He moved over a step and lined his prick up with Slave 34’s cunt. He wasted no time in pushing into her, drilling his cock deep up into the next girl’s pussy. Jax pounded like a jackhammer, drilling Slave 34’s pussy just like he had with Joiye a second earlier.




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After fucking her for a little bit, Jax pulled out and moved to the ass next to her: Anne’s. He quickly nuzzled his cock between her pussy lips and slammed inside her, filling her cunt up completely. Jax pounded her ruthlessly, drilling his cock in and out of her like a fucktoy.

Then Jax went down the line again in the opposite direction, fucking Slave 34, then Joiye each a little bit.

His cock had already been ready to burst from the blowjobs earlier, and now he was ready to explode. Jax pulled his prick out of the cunt he was currently in, and shot his load over each of the three slaves. He sprayed his cock back and forth, showering their asses like his dick was a firehose. His huge balls pumped out liters of his slimey jizz, and he didn’t stop cumming until each of the three butts in front of him was completely coated in his fuck frosting.

“Looks like she needs to be cleaned again.” Jax said to Joiye and Anne, as he climbed out of the pool, putting his clothes back on.

*****

Slave 34 was bathed a second time and brought out of the pool. The two bathmaids oiled her entire body up and dressed her in a white gown as they prepared her for the Arena. The gown was purely a ceremonial, traditional item of clothing (but it usually didn’t take long for it to get stripped off inside the Arena).

The gown was tight, made of some kind of stretchy fabric. The neckline plunged low, revealing a lot of Slave 34’s bulging cleavage. The fabric stretched over her basketball sized tits, and her hard nipples poked through visibly. The bottom of the gown came down over her ass, covering until just above mid-thigh.

The slave was tired and dizzy. She hadn’t been fed today, and she was so weak that she had trouble just walking.

Mick walked into the room, checking on the preparations. There were two more dungeon guards with him.

“Is she almost ready?” Mick asked, referring to Slave 34.

Joiye and Anne both nodded, and Jax said “Yes, the slave is ready, sir.”

“Good.” Mick said to Jax, then turned to the two guards who had accompanied him into the room. “Shackle her wrists and bring her to the tunnel. I’ll be in the crowd watching.”

The two dungeon guards walked to Slave 34 and attached a set of iron cuffs around her wrists. Then, holding her by the arms, they escorted her out of the room, down the hallway.

To the slave, it seemed like they walked forever. The hallways and corridors they walked down were dizzy and blurry, and they seemed to be walking across town.

Gradually, noises of a large crowd began getting louder and louder, as if they were headed toward a stadium. The two dungeon guards brought the slave to the end of another tunnel, where there were two heavy wooden doors. The noises from the crowd could be heard from the other side of the door.

From the other side of the door, a voice boomed on a loudspeaker, echoing through the stadium: “Bring in the whore!”

The two guards kicked open the doors and started dragging Slave 34 forward. They were now in the center of a massive, tall arena. The actual floor of the arena was circular, and only about 100 feet in diameter. But the stadium seating was steep, and stretched up so far that the spectators at the top couldn’t be recognized from the floor. At the top of the stadium was a dome roof. There were jumbo TV screens around the stadium in various places, so people up high could see the action.

Slave 34 looked up as she was dragged toward the center of the Arena, seeing herself on one of the huge screens.

The two guards brought her to the center of the arena where there were two posts sticking out the ground, coming up waist-high. They brought her between them, and locked her wrist shackles into the locks at the top of the posts.

She was trapped there in the middle of the arena, unable to escape. The two guards walked away, going back through the doors from where they came. Slave 34 lifted her head groggily, looking around at the arena she was in. She noticed several doors along the circular wall of the arena.

“Gentlemen,” came the voice from the loudspeaker, “For your viewing pleasure, we have for you a rare delight. A horan slut, captured in the wild just days ago!”

The roaring crowd cheered louder, to the point where it was almost deafening. The slave wouldn’t have been able to hear anything else.

“And now gentlemen. To do the honors, from the rel adir region: Ox, the double penetrator!”

Suddenly the set of doors opposite the slave on the side of the arena burst open. Out of the darkness, a huge man began walking out onto the arena floor. The crowd was cheering even louder now. Many of them were screaming encouragement like “fuck her!”

The man coming onto the arena floor toward her was huge. Ox was about 7 feet tall and all muscle. On his head he was wearing a huge ox skull mask which hid his face, horns coming out the side. The only article of clothing he was wearing was a loincloth.

Ox came closer to her until he was standing in front of the slave, towering above her. The slave was quivering, her knees weak. The man reached out with his strong hands, gripping the fabric of her gown. He ripped the clothing away easily, tearing it open straight down from the neckline, letting the rags fall to the floor. The crowd cheered. Slave 34’s huge tits jiggled and bounced as they were set free, and her oiled, glistening flesh was completely exposed to the hundreds of spectators.

With the slave’s clothing completely stripped, Ox ripped away his loincloth, and the slave’s eyes bulged in surprise. Ox had two huge cocks! One sat right above the second, and below both were three huge testicles the size of her fists.

The slave’s knees trembled weakly, and she dropped to her knees, quivering in fright. Ox squatted down, reached out, and gripped each of her huge, fat jugs in his hands, squeezing each of them.

Ox’s cocks grew and swelled like they were being inflated as he rubbed and squeezed her tits firmly. Shots of milk squirted from the slave’s nipples each time he mauled her tits, playing with them like toys as she knelt in front of him.

His cocks just kept growing and growing, and the slave wondered when they would be fully erect. Already she was fearing how much it would hurt having just one of those rods shoved inside her.

Ox’s cocks grew until each one was a foot and a half long, and as thick around as a can of soup. The two rods bobbed up and down a bit as he panted, and toyed with her melons, squeezing and kneading them like a boy playing with his favorite toys. Her big nipples were squirting and dripping with milk, coating her tits and stomach with juice.

Ox squatted closer to her, and pushed his upper cock into the slave’s mouth. He would have shoved both in, but the two wouldn’t fit together. Slave 34’s mouth opened wide enough to take in the thick shaft between her lips, and she felt it shove inside her until the massive cockhead pressed up against the back of her throat. She didn’t gag, since horans don’t have any gag reflex, but she did cough a little, since she didn’t expect to have her air cut off.

The second cock dangled down, rubbing in between the slave’s huge globes. Ox squeezed her milk covered tits together, trapping his second dick between them. Her titflesh wrapped around his shaft tightly, while her mouth was wrapped around his other cock even tighter.

The crowd was cheering him on, and Ox started pumping his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of Slave 34’s mouth, and his second one pushed in and out of the fucktunnel between her milky titties.

The slave panted heavily and quickly, sucking down gasps of breath before the thick shaft shoved down into her throat again. As Ox pushed into her, forcing his dick down her throat, she could feel his other cock sliding up between her tits.

Ox’s cocks throbbed, wanting to cum badly. He had been locked up for weeks; his arms chained above him so he wouldn’t be able to masturbate, and each day, slaves came to tease him until he was on the verge of cumming, then would stop. By now, shooting his load was the only thing he could think of!

He slid his cock out of the slave’s mouth (much to her relief), and then slapped both of his dicks down in between her massive knockers. He rubbed her giant melons up and down his dicks quickly, at the same time pumping his hips. His huge balls rubbed up against her stomach as he titfucked her.

His dicks started to shoot with his jizz, spurting up like an erupting volcano. The first few shots of his hot, slimey cum splattered up against the bottom of her chin, then the rest would drip down her neck. He pulled his dicks out from between her tits, while he was still spurting with jizz. Ox stood back and just let his pricks pump out jets of baby batter, letting it fly onto her body. He aimed one of his cocks to spray her face, while in his other hand, he aimed to pour his jizz down onto her bulging tits.

His cocks just continued to erupt. Weeks of saved up spunk jetted out of each of his rods, completely coating the slave from head to toe, plastering her smooth, tan skin.

The crowd was cheering madly, and on the video screens, instant replays of Ox’s cumshots were being played and replayed.

Ox’s cocks were still oozing and trickling with semen as he lifted up Slave 34 up by her arms. He literally lifted her right up into the air, until she was held back by her chains. Then he brought her down, pressing his cockheads up against her cunt, and the other up against her asshole.

He held her in the air easily as he lowered her down onto his dicks. Ox’s cockheads pressed up against each of her fuckholes, but she was a little too tight to slide down very easily. He pulled her down with a little more force, feeling himself slide into each of her tight little holes.

Slave 34 screamed in pain as she felt the two GIGANTIC cocks plunged inside her. Luckily horans are extremely flexible, but she still felt like she might get ripped open. Her tits spurted with milk as she bounced up and down on the two cocks, getting lifted up and down and tossed around like a doll. Her oversized, cummy boobs bounced up and down like jello.

Ox felt the tight body wrapped around both of his dicks quivering. Whether she was quivering with fear or with pleasure, he didn’t know… or much less care. He kept lifting her up and down, pulling his cocks in and out of her body. Ox was strong enough to easily bounce her up and down.

The cheering from the crowd had quieted down some, as most of the spectators were now jerking off as they watched Ox help himself to the slave.

Ox pummeled his cocks up into the slave furiously, and bounced her up and down on him like a toy. The slave whimpered as her body was used like a piece of meat, serving her only purpose in life.

Again, Ox’s cocks started to erupt as he emptied a second load of jizz deep up into her cunt, and up into her ass. He held her down against him tightly, making sure to bury his seed as deep up into her body as he could.

His cock spasmed and spurted, firing shot after shot of his hot fuckjuice into her ass and cunt. Finally, as he finished cumming, when her holes were dripping with his slime, he dropped her to the floor, letting her land on her sore ass.

As Ox walked away, back toward the door which he came from, Slave 34 started to feel what felt like rain. She looked up, realizing for the first time that the members of the crowd were masturbating, and were now ejaculating as well.

Hundreds of cocks were spurting with jizz, the loads flying out over the stands, down into the Arena pit. Slave 34 couldn’t avoid getting showered with the flood of fuckjuice. The hundreds of squirts of cum landed all over her body, wetting her hair until it was completely matted against her body, and painted another layer of semen over her already covered body.

Slave 34 slumped against one of the posts, coated from head to toe in hundreds of flavors of sperm. This was her fate; This was her purpose in life. She was now officially an Arena Slut.

The End