The Reward
The underground of the gladiatorial pits were a filthy, grim place. Torches, held upon rusted metal sconces, cast dull light across the stone walls and iron bars, barely giving any illumination to the cells themselves. Males of all variety were held in those prisons, from large lumbering stallion champions, to small lithe mice who were used as 'amusing' exhibition fight for the larger males to slaughter en masse.
Through those grim halls a slave girl was led by serpentine lizard guards, her thick tail kept between legs in abject fright. She was an otter, and a young one at that. Curvy, though undeveloped, body was wrapped in fine, sheer silk, soft brown fur seen effortlessly underneath the fabric. The teenage girl trembled as they approached one of the larger cells, trying, but unable, to make out anything hidden in the absolute darkness within, only able to smell the horrible tinge of blood.
"Ry'thin," The taller of the reptile guards called as they approached the bars, half bored. "Your benefactor was pleased with your last fight." Talons gripped the ring of keys at his belt, inserting the polished key into the rusty lock, opening it up. "Seems you made him a good deal of coin out there. Here is your reward."
The girl was shoved in hastily, unable to balance herself and tumbling to the stray-covered cobblestone ground. A cry given as she turned around in an attempt to run out back out, only to find the bars closing in her face with a metallic clank.
"When you break this one, tell us." The reptile hissed, annoyed suddenly. "I'm sick of cleaning up after your week-old messes."
Those words did nothing to comfort the girl. With wide, terrified eyes the girl gave a fearful cry, turning around until her slender back was flush against the cold iron bars. Vision not accustomed to such darkness, it took her eyes a moment to adjust. As pupils dilated, the shape forming in the dimness made her breath catch, feeling her heart seem to miss a beat -- a lumbering, massive shape was approaching. The enormous figure entered the ray of torchlight, the full awfulness of beast became apparent. It was an Ursine. Amass of muscle under a layer of fat, giving him a bulky, monstrous appearance. The bear stood barely on two legs, body heavily scarred from past bouts.
She was too scared to scream, her body shaking as this impossibly large male came closer, swaying sac each holding an orb larger than her head. Above which the prominent bulge rested, holding a weapon far worse for the girl than anything handwrought.
"Come on." One of the guards grunted to the other, fixing the large loop of the key ring back to his belt. "Let's get out of this stink."
"Like hell..." The other reptile replied, already adjusting sconces to the light better filtered into the cell. "This is going to be the show of the year. That cruel son of a bitch got his fighter a virgin. I'm not missing this."
Those words seemed to rouse the other enslaved gladiators, letting them forget about their plight for a moment as they each pressed against their own cell bars to watch the scene begin to unfold. Those unable to view giving jeers while those luckily enough to have a clear display licked their snouts and muzzles at the sight of a pretty little otter about to get destroyed by the champion.
"Please don't..." Whispering in terror at the snarling creature, finally mustering up the courage to talk. The bear was close enough she was able to lay a paw upon the coarse, dirty brown fur of his rounded stomach. "Please..." Simply repeating that word, not knowing what else she could say. Trying to appeal to whatever compassion the male had.
"Reward." The champion's utterance could barely be called a voice, sounding more like a growl formed into a word. Hulking paw reaching down to encircle the otter's waist as if she were a twig.
"No, wait!" She screamed, able to wiggle and duck out of his grip before it closed down entirely.
That act made Ry'thin's eyes narrow in anger. Muzzle contorted into a snarl at being denied, roaring hot, stale breath down against her body in a vicious sound of rage.
"Watch...!" She spoke with gentle urgency, controlling the terror she felt for her own life and moving closer, becoming completely enclosed by the male's enormous body as she stood between his thighs. Paws gently beginning to carcass one huge orb, leaning forward to kiss along the outside of the bear's sheath. The otter girl had no skill in such acts, but that didn't seem to matter to the barbaric male. Soon she was 'rewarded' with the growing flesh, muzzle wrinkling at the powerful scent of a champion gladiator.
The bear grunted, calming from his burst of anger as he looked down, watching the girl begin to hug his length against her body, covered breasts pressed against the heated rod of ursine flesh. For a male that did nothing but kill and maim, it was the most tender act he had ever felt. It was that abnormal sensation kept the bear from simply breaking her during whatever horribly carnal act came instinctually.
Keeping one paw along his length, she began to untie her silken garment, the fabric ending up on the filthy ground. Her body was well curved already, roundness of her breasts a clear indicator that her womanly shape would have been wonderful in a few years. Tremulously she pressed the soft flesh and fur of her bust against his length, going back to kissing and licking the underside of a phallic thicker than her leg. The slave girl wasn't able to take the tip into her muzzle, though not without a great deal of trying. Realizing very quickly she would never be able to open her muzzle that wide, she contented herself to just suckling along the tip, letting saliva messily drip along the sides to add lubrication.
"Don't... don't kill me... I can do this for you all the time..." She tried to put on a sultry voice, though failed miserably; luckily that didn't seem to matter much to the male, the bear's violent expression diminishing slightly. "Just... be gentle with me."
From outside the cells there was a hiss of frustration, one of the guards clearly disappointed.
"Clever." The reptile muttered, his good mood quickly diminishing. It was still going to be a good show, just not the type he was hoping for.
With a flick of her tongue she began to coat the underside of the tip with her spit, letting it drip long the fat length of ursine cock. Drooling heavily on the massive tool, wanting to get it as slick as possible. Above her the bear groaned, and the throb caught of the unskilled slave girl off guard as it pressed against her breasts, a thick spurt of precum coated her pretty little face, blinking in confusion as the ropey strings began to drip drop her muzzle and land against the slick flesh of bear cock, across the fullness of her squashed breasts.
For a moment she wondered if the male had released, and that would be the end of it for now. That brief bit of morbid happiness was ripped from her mind once feeling the bear's paw wrap around her waist, her curvy body lifted with remarkable ease.
The otter gave a shriek in surprise, finding herself on all fours, muzzle pressed between the bars . The thickness of her tail taken by one huge paw, lifting it up as the bear began to lumber over the otter. Her body shook so much in fright it cause teeth to clack together, feeling nothing but the heat of the male's form all around her and the weight of his generous stomach upon her back, and then, finally, the slippery tip of bear cock grinding against an entrance that was much too small.
The first grunts from the gladiator were of frustration, trying to force himself inside an entrance that was many times too small for him. The slave girl gave a scream as he finally forced his way inside, the pain shooting through her body only getting worse every passing second. The ache of virginity being lost so small compared to everything else it didn't even register in her mind. Paws gripped on a bar, one over the other, her pleading eyes looking out at the guards.
"Let me out! He's going to kill me!" The shrieking was interrupted by a sob of pain, bracing herself against the cold metal of as thin arms hugged the rust-covered bar.
"You're the one that worked him up." The reptile shrugged, unconcerned while leaning against the stone wall. "Hey, at least you're not dead yet."
She was not entirely happy about being alive at the moment. In the pain that wracked throughout, perhaps death would be a welcome release.
Diminutive female body was contorted now, spine having to bend and flex with the impact of every thrust given to her. Forced to endure the most primal fucking that could be imagined, the lips of her slit stretched brutally wide, obscenely hugging the wicked cock of the arena champion. The horrible realization of how valueless she was, even as property, with each howling cry, meant to be used only a single time for the pleasure of another owned creature. The lowest of the low.
She could only look ahead, unable to move or fight. Staring outside of the bars, her vision clouded by tears, she saw the guards were laughing now at some unheard bawdy joke. Past them other gladiator's were openly enjoying the show -- most now jerking themselves off to the sight of the otter girl, staring into her eyes, getting off on the cruel enjoyment of that act.
The girl couldn't even close her muzzle any more, and soon her pained sounds became animal-like grunts of plight, abdomen bulging from the sheer thickness of the male. He had ruined her body completely in mere seconds, forcing entry into her womb simply through horrible slamming against her cervix until that small passage was forced to give way. The cruel reality being - it simply added more pleasure for the male, even further tightness that hugged at his length while he plowed into her.
After a moment her back was covered by the callused padding of the bear's paw, body collapsing to the ground under its weight. Delicate smoothness of her fur pressed against the cold dirty ground, round ass kept upwards simply due to the massive pillar of flesh abusing her sex. The pain at the root of her tail not even registered as he yanked her back and forced, using the slave like a living fucktoy.
With a final grunt the bear tensed up, her body pinned underneath his mitt, feeling the throbbing of his length inside her. With only the first blast her body was filled, causing round eyes to open wide in the sensation of overwhelming fullness. Screams didn't even leave her agape muzzle any longer, glossy eyes simply stared forward, broken in both body and mind. Not even reacting to how round her abdomen was becoming.
Then with a final feral grunt the bear scooped her up in his paws, being as gentle as a trained killer could be. Partially coming to her senses as the gladiator laid down, bringing her next to him in an oddly protective fashion. She began sobbing anew when his cock pulled free, dousing the ground and soaking the straw in combined seed and blood that poured from her gaping cunt. Shaking feminine paw gingerly touching her rounded stomach, the size of it as if she were a few months pregnant from the mass amount of bear seed currently churning away inside her womb.
"Oh God..." She whispered in horror, not wanting to wake up the now-snoring gladiator.
"Clever, eh?" One of the reptiles asked sardonically to the girl. "Most of the girls only have to deal with a night before it was over. You gave yourself a lifetime position, stupid slave bitch."
The otter's eyes closed, trying to control the pain that ravaged her body now and likely for the rest of her life. He was right, she knew, this was worse than death. The carnal acts of the gladiator champion would never be comfortable, let alone pleasurable for her. It was always going to be torture, night after night, until finally her body finally gave out.
With that thought in her mind she tried to ignore the massive weight of the male's paw upon her form, wanting her mind to black out for the temporary peace it would give. To escape into sleep... until awoken to be used again, and then again.