[Larzaius]

Chapter 7 The Next Lesson

“ Umm Miss Hunter, oh that feels good,” her jailer moaned as she happily licked his throbbing dick. He then noticed something else that amused him. "Miss Hunter are you playing with yourself?
She didn't reply instead she continued licking and sucking so fast, holding his balls and bobbing up and down. He could hear it slamming into her throat. He felt the tension building up in his cock and in his final moment he decided to shame her more by pulling out and cumming on the floor, "Miss Hunter clean up your mess" Her sex craving mind made her kneel down and lick it up like a cat enjoying some cream. She was even meowing and purring without being told to. After she cleaned it all he restored her to normal and had her taken back to her cell she felt so mortified and broken she didn't even fight back.

She awoke in her cell the next day, her body was sore, her clothes battle-torn.
"Its time for your meal,” she was told noticing her jailer standing their putting the plate of food through the bars. She looked at him the memory of what she did killing her appetite. "But wait it needs seasoning," guards say with a smirk. Before she could stop herself she started crawling towards the bars. Her body refusing to listen to the mental command to stop as she reached for his pants and pulled out his cock."A little protein before your next match" No...no, not again! she thought to herself her pulse quickening, her hands pulling it out and started stroking it.
"You bastard!" she said, her hands not sharing the sentiment as they were stroking and jerking lovingly.
"Now be nice, or perhaps we can bimbo you up a bit, which would you prefer?”
"I'd prefer we stepped into the ring and I'll kill you in front of everyone, ass hole" she replied still stroking against her will.
"I have a better use for such a mouth" She tried to resist as her hand slowly pulled his cock to her lips. Her mouth opened and she started sucking it. Her eyes were burning with rage and yet she took it into her mouth as deep as she could. Clearly amused at her situation he grabbed her head and starts fucking her throat laughing the whole while. She started gagging involuntarily, his laughter making her sick to her stomach. "Yeah, I' going to cum," she was happy when her hand pulled out his cock. But her relief was short lived when she saw why she did. She started jerking him off spraying cum all over her food which she was revolted to learn was dog food, "Now eat your food you little bitch"
"You'll pay for this!" to her horror her nose start to sniff the food like a dog and then her face lowered to the bowl and started eating it. It made her want to gag, as she was feeling so humiliated.
"Now you understand, nothing is free here not even food, the money you win pays for clothes, food, blankets, everything, even laundry. Now finish your meal and then open your mouth and close your eyes" Tears of frustration filled her eyes as her body obeyed his commands. She heard the guard enter the door, "Now we are going to give you a tattoo, but you get to pick where we put it, it will be sizable.
"My left ankle,” He then took out a ball gag and a permanent marker and a mirror. He put the gag in her mouth. She looked at him with a look of horror and humiliation.
"Mmphh!" she protested into the gag the taste of dog food still lingering in her mouth
“Now take this marker and write in huge letters on your forehead Cock slave and then draw an arrow pointing down to your face.” She begrudgingly took the marker and mirror, cursing through her ball gag. “Good you will be summoned for your match soon.”
"Bring it!" she said, muffled through the ball gag
"But first your tattoo," she felt a crawling on her leg as words started to spell out on her leg all the way down to her ankle. She looked down to see what's happening she saw the word Whore services on the front of your leg and a long list of things she could do. She gasped in horror, reading the list. "Also getting removals also costs money." He laughed and left her to her shame. She didn't know what's worse the services or the very low prices she was charging fifty cents for a hand job was the least offensive.

When she finally arrived at the arena the audience laughed as she was introduced as cock slave whore. She did her best to keep her head up and face forward, psyching myself up for the fight. It was made more difficult when her opponent was introduced as a burnt out shell of a hunter, the lone wolf Sinther Hawkins. Her eyes meet his and she recognized him, a slender 30 year old with flowing dark hair, he is still in good shape, and well armed. She was shocked to see him their. They had met before and he was very powerful, but now he seemed much more broken than she was. She was stunned as he suddenly threw a bolo at her legs entangling them. Despite being caught off guard she managed to stay on her feet. She quickly started untangled one leg she spun around quickly using the attached bolo to knock him in the head. It was a glancing blow but it did catch him by surprise. She took advantage of his confusion to remove the bolo and attempt to knee him in the groin. The blow connected and he went down gasping for breath. She felt sick as she realized she was the victor. She was led back to her cell. She saw a strange creepy little man waiting for her. Her ball gag had magically vanished.
“Who are you?” she asked
“I am Ezekial the shop keeper, now you have been awarded forty five points for spending. I will be your guide through the market place. He led her to a large dungeon that was surrounded by little markets that displayed various items. She saw a clothing store with a variety of costumes. Another that said deshaming that looked like a small booth for peircings. Items which seemed consists of potions, tokens and other such things, a weapon shop with a collection of weapons that she wouldn't mind having next to it was an armour shop to protect the participants from their competitors weapons. She looked at her outfit, it was bloodstained and looking a little worn out. The Clothing wass filled with all kinds of costumes and stuff, that would let her design anything she wanted. She decided to switch to a schoolgirl costume which would allow her to move more freely while causing her enemies to underestimate her. She had was able to get a bra as well as bikini cut underwear and matching stockings.
“Do I have enough for a weapon?” she asked Ezikal.
“Maybe a dagger,” She soon learned that all the weapons were enchanted so she could only use them in the arena. She was brought back to her cell and her ballgag magically returned. She took stock of what she had the school girl outfit, the ballgag which can only be removed by a deshamer along with the degrading tattoo sign on your head. The meal she was offered was dogfood her bed a stone bench. The guard took her back to her cell
"Now the ball gag will only allow you to eat food with cum on it, and I'm going to enjoy getting a blowjob from you three times a day" the guard said laughing at her. She looked at him with eyes that could kill. Dirty looks can get you in trouble,” he told her pushing her back in the cell. “I think a thirty minute masturbation session will teach you some respect” as he left she found her limbs once again betraying her as she started taking her clothes off. She stripped down to just her underwear and started fingering her pussy furiously. She lost track of time as her body sunk into pleasure she finally heard her guard back enjoying her self shaming. She felt herself gaining control of her body again. “Get dressed little cockslave your next match starts in fifteen minutes. She primped and fixed her clothing as best as she could.

She stretched out her sore limbs and got all limbered up prepared to survive the next match. Ready to kill her next opponent. She was escorted to the arena and her eyes went wide in shock her next opponent was an eighteen year old girl that was just crying for mercy. She was a young blonde, kind of perky and attractive legs and blue eyes, she was wearing a simple blue country dress.
“Please just let me go home I can't fight please just let me go home.”