Captive Nymphs of Eros

Jarn had brought reinforcements. A half dozen or so fellow gladiators, armed with axes, swords and spears, rushed into the arena. Several of the orcs, preoccupied with ravaging nymphs, were immediately struck down. A lizard rider caught a spear in the throat before he could sound an alarm.

Jarn fought like a man possessed, slashing orc flesh with a raging fury. Kayla wasn't sure why he had entered the arena. Was he here to rescue her? Her mind was still in a haze. She watched as Jarn decapitated the head of the multicocked orc. As if unaware of the death blow, the cocks continued to squeal to be suckled by the nymphs.

The battle was over. Kayla and Jarn stood together and waited as king Orak waddled into the arena accompanied by several guards. Slain orcs lay strewn about the sand, some with severed limbs. Many of the Eros nymphs hung wriggling on the arena walls, their hands shackled above their heads and their soft pussies pierced with beryl horns. The naked slave girl lay sprawled on her back, softly moaning. Her knees were slightly bent and spread apart. Orc slime pooled on her belly. The mucous mouth orc lay dead, its grotesque head between the slave girl's legs. Girl juice was smeared on its vulgar mouth and yellow eyes stared without focus. A spear protruded from its back.

Drop your weapons."

Kayla and Jarn regrettably complied. They were outnumbered by the guards.

Orak gazed at Kayla as she stood before him. Her tunic was torn in front exposing her magnificent breasts. Olive skin was streaked with sweat, orc brains and blood. Dark brown hair was tousled, partially covering her face. Her chest heaved from hard breathing, exertion of the battle still fresh.

"Have I not been fair to you? Was not your freedom offered you by means of victory in this contest?"

Kayla looked apprehensively at Orak.

"And yet you have cheated. Your gladiator friends here have entered the arena and spoiled the contest...without my permission. You both should die."

The guards leveled their spears. Orak paused and raised his hand.

"But I am a merciful king. I will let you determine your own fate. You, girl from Eros, shall face your rescuer here in combat. If he takes you, and fucks you, you shall die and your girlfriends from Eros will become sex slaves. The gladiator will go free. If you, however, command his cock with your mouth, you will go free and he shall die. So one of you will die and the other go free. Do you understand? The contest will take place at a time and place of my choosing."

Orak looked to the crowd.

"Am I not your king? What say you of this fine pussy from Eros?"

The spectators started chanting "Fuck her! Fuck her!"

Orak raised a hand to silence the crowd. He looked at Kayla and Jarn.

"Now go, and clean yourselves up."

To be continued...