Mines of Sonhadra - Stage 03

"Alright, I'll do my best," I said.

"To out-fuck a couple aliens?" she smirked. "Don't act like you won't like it!"

I let myself chuckle and shrug. "You know me, the slut."

"You might want to try to get some sleep," Eyla said, scooting back to her side of the cell. "Pit Boss'll come for you first thing in the morning."

"Yeah, right," I groaned shifting in my manacles.

"Just try," she said. "It's not like IRL sleeping and you'll get a few stat bonuses for when you take on Draknut."

I rolled my eyes but then nodded and laid out on the cold, rocky floor. Eyla did the same. I hadn't actually slept since before going into Gnash's boss tower back on Cirkon. That seemed like so long ago now! Why hadn't Clay warned me about which level to go to next? Was he that cowardly of a prick? I guess it was possible he didn't know...

The next thing I knew, I was being awoken by the boisterous voice of the Pit Boss. "Good morning, BREEDERS!" he boomed. "Ready to mate?"

I groaned, sitting up. "Don't suppose I can take a rain check?"

"Weather's always the same in the pits!" he laughed, unlocking my bindings.

Despite having spent the night, in shackles on a stone floor, I felt surprisingly refreshed. None of the stiffness or restlessness you might expect in the real world.

"Good luck," Eyla said, looking up from her place on the floor. The trepidation was evident in her tone.

"Thanks," I murmured, unable to keep my eyes from staring at her pregnant belly.

"Don't be jealous," he said to Eyla. "Having a sister-wife of Draknut is a great honor!"

"I fucking doubt it," I grumbled.

"Don't worry," Eyla laughed, patting her stomach. "Remember it's still just a game."

Just a game? Optimist or not, how could she be so matter-of-fact about this? Was it because she was a woman IRL, so a two day pregnancy that didn't ravage her body seemed like no big deal? Or was I just too freaked out and being a big baby about it all?

Before I could decide either way, the Pit Boss pulled on my leash and that now all-too-familiar compulsion to obey flowed through my head. He led me out of the cell and back through the tunnels towards the arena.

As we got closer, I began to hear chanting. At first I couldn't make out the words, but it quickly became pretty clear.

"Draknut! Draknut! Draknut!"

Ahead of us, the voices of the ZAUKNOID audience waiting to see me get impregnated, thundered in near perfect unison.

"Draknut! Draknut! Draknut! Draknut!"

Crossing from the dim tunnel into the brightness of the arena was an assault on my senses. The light seemed blinding and the noise deafening.

"Draknut! Draknut! Draknut! Draknut! Draknut!"

The Pit Boss held up his hand and the crowd went silent immediately.

"A fine morning to you, my good ZAUKs!" he shouted, garnering a raucous response. "Today we have a special treat!" he went on. "This BREEDER has proven herself worthy to mate with..."

"DRAKNUT!!" the crowd finished for him and the chanting resumed immediately. "Draknut! Draknut! Draknut!"

I heard footsteps behind us and turned back to the entryway. The MOB sauntering into the arena was taller than me. He was green skinned like the rest but built like a human man. His head was ovular, with the red almond shaped eyes of a Zauknoid. A long, thick cock hung between his legs, and just the sight of it set butterflies fluttering in my stomach. As he approached, two long tentacles unfurled from his back, stretching towards me, twitching eagerly.

"What the fuck?" I gasped backing up a step.

"Don't be afraid BREEDER!" the Pit Boss said, reaching out to unclip my leash. "Draknut will be gentle!" Then he turned to the audience and cried, "Let the breeding begin!"

On cue, huge red letters appeared in the air between us: BREEDER STIM BATTLE! Then replaced by: ROUND TWO!!

"Come to daddy!" Draknut growled coming forward.

I glanced around, trying to formulate any kind of plan. The bed, an X-frame rack, the sawhorse-thing and a stockade were still scattered around the pit. I'd had good luck on the bed, so I decided to make a dash for it.

Before I took more than a few steps, one of the tentacles whipped around my waist! I gasped as it coiled tight and began pulling me towards Draknut.

"Get over here!" he demanded.

Digging my heels into the dirt, I tried to twist free. The tentacle was just too strong and pulled me right into the clutches of my intended stud. His big hands found my tits immediately (SP: 1-2). Bracing my hands against his muscled chest, I quickly realized I had no chance of pushing him away. The other tentacle coiled around my left wrist, twisting that arm behind my back with me unable to offer even the slightest resistance. I sucked in a few panicked breaths, realizing how powerless I was against those tentacles!

"Firm and perky!" Draknut appraised, squeezing and jiggling my plump breasts (SP: 3-4-5). "Nice tits!" he shouted to the watching ZAUKs.

The audience cheered wildly, echoing his words with their catchphrase: "Nice tits!"

Knowing I had to do something, I wrapped my free arm around his neck and pulled myself closer. The fullness of my breasts pressed against his rigid frame, as his hands slid behind and down my back to cup my firm, round ass. I immediately began kissing and licking his neck, relieved to feel his grip loosen immediately. TEASE appeared in my periphery, and I managed to pull my twisted arm free of his tentacle. Hugging his neck, I pulled closer, dragging my tongue across his throat and nuzzling my plump lips into his clavicle. His arms went slack as I took control of this battle!

Draknut groaned and I felt the warmth as his cock stiffened against the curve of my hip. Feeling the feminine softness of my own body yielding against his masculine frame stirred a distracting yearning in the back my mind. Instinctively, I wrapped one long leg around his hip, grinding my pelvis against his growing erection and moaning hungrily as I continued to devour his neck.

What was I doing? Why was being pressed against a male body turning me on? I pulled back, trying to clear the confusing desire from my head. The instant I did, Draknut squeezed my ass, sending a rush of tingles up my spine (SP: 6)! Before I could react, his tentacles coiled around my ankles and swept my legs out from under me! The arena lurched and spun around me and I ended up dangling upside down in front of him.

Shit! Had I really let my male insecurities just cost me the advantage in this Stim Battle?

The tentacles lifted me effortlessly. His hands caressed my hourglass figure, sending chilling tingles dancing through my torso (SP: 7). Before I could even begin to regain my bearings, I felt my legs being pulled apart and a warm tongue slid over my defenseless seam (SP: 8-9)!

"Oh shit!" I whimpered, as it slithered into my hairless pussy lips (SP:10-11)! Electricity raced up my thighs making my knees quiver as Draknut's mouth clamped down between my legs (SP: 15). I couldn't keep from moaning as he devoured my cunt. White heat sizzled through my pelvis and stomach feeling his sharp teeth nipping at the delicate flesh of my labia (SP: 16-17). His snakelike tongue found my clit, teasing the swelling nub and triggering a surge of erotic energy that nearly turned my brain into soft pink mush! (SP: 20)

Dangling upside down, watching helplessly as my Stim bar jumped and climbed, I realized how Eyla had lost twice already. Femme fatale or not, I didn't seem to have much chance against Draknut either! He already had me more than halfway to maxing out, at which point I'd turn into a submissive little fucktoy and take his seed willingly and then...oh god...

Fortunately, I was distracted from my defeatist thoughts when a stiff cock brushed across my forehead!

Glancing up, I saw my would-be stud's big green dick bobbing enticingly. I grabbed it, feeling the rigid warmth in my soft hands as I began to stroke. Reaching up, or down, or wherever, I pulled my face to the hardon and dragged my soft, wet tongue along the shaft! Right away, his own lapping slowed. I slathered him with my sweet saliva, stroking and fondling as his rod continued to swell between my dainty fingers.

Draknut's cock was so big I wasn't quite sure how to handle it. Feeling the heat and hardness in my grasp sent a tremor of excitement up my spine and set my mouth watering. Insecurities aside, I could not deny my growing affinity for sucking cock. I wrapped my plump lips around the head and pushed down, straining my jaw to accommodate his girth. The thick shaft filled my mouth, but I sucked as best I could, squirming my tongue against it as I pulled back.

Draknut groaned and I felt his legs wobble. His tentacles did not release my ankles but drooped a bit allowing me to get an even better angle to suck his dick. Most importantly, his mouth pulled away from my pussy, giving me and my Stim bar a much-needed reprieve.

Focusing on his rigid member, I bobbed and sucked eagerly, savoring the salty little spurts of precum splattering my tongue. Stroking in rhythm with one hand, I reached up to fondle his balls with the other. The heat of his package permeated my palms and lips, seeming to crawl through my head, making it spin hungrily (SP: 21-22-23). BLOWJOB glowed in my periphery, which meant as much as I was enjoying having his big, hard cock in my mouth, he was taking double Stim point damage!

Growing more eager, perhaps a bit too much so in retrospect, I began trying to deepthroat his massive rod. Gagging myself on the bulbous head, I felt his grip and tentacles go completely slack as his legs buckled! I dropped to the ground, landing with a hard, painful thud as Draknut collapsed out from under me.

The crowd "ooo"ed neverously, as we both struggled to regain our bearings.

Scrambling towards my stud, I knew I needed to get my mouth back on his cock if I was going to win this! He still seemed disoriented as I crawled over and straddled his legs. Seeing his erection standing straight up, as if it was waiting for me, I reached out eagerly, telling myself the surge of excitement I felt just then was merely for maintaining my advantage in the battle.

His tentacles seized my wrists before I could get ahold of his cock. "Not bad," Draknut grunted. "You nearly had me!"

I could see DRAKNUT StimP: 23 glowing over his head. Fuck! I'd hoped for a lot more than that...What even was his max?

I was completely helpless as the tentacles yanked up, pulling me backwards as he sat up. Those big red eyes devoured the sight of me, arms stretch overhead, plump, naked tits quivering as I tried to pull free! His big hands closed around my tits, so roughly I couldn't help but whimper (SP: 24). He squeezed and kneaded, stroking his rough thumbs over my nipples and wringing another moan from my lips (SP: 25). He pinched the sensitive pink nubs, rolling them between his fingers and making me squirm as a starburst of tingles rippled through my chest (SP: 26). Then he twisted them until I squealed in pain (PN: 1, SP: 27)!

Draknut stood, lifting me up off the ground as he did. I was powerless against those tentacles, and with both arms securely trapped, I was little more than his plaything at that point. He turned me towards the crowd, letting them ogle my dangling naked figure. I kicked and squirmed futilely, whimpering in frustration, accomplishing little more than putting on a show for the murmuring audience.

"Looks like this BREEDER needs to learn her place!" Draknut shouted.

The crowd roared their agreement.

His hand whipped across my ass and I yelped in surprise (PN: 3, SP: 28). He spanked me again, hard enough to leave a stinging hand print on my firm round cheek (PN: 5, SP: 29)! He swatted me once more, sending a bolt of lightning up my spine (PN: 7, SP: 30)!

"Ow! Fuck!" I squealed shrilly. "Stop that!"

"The BREEDER wants me to stop," Draknut called out. "Should I stop?"

The Zauknoid audience responded in unison with a clear and resounding "NO!"

I cried out as he spanked me again, this time with enough force to leave my dangling body swaying (PN: 8, SP: 31). My pussy spilled warm juices down the insides of my thighs, even as the erotic pain brought tears to my eyes.

Hanging haplessly, I knew I was in deep shit when Draknut decided to carry me across the arena to the stockade. Icy dread crawled through my stomach as we approached. It was a classically simple device, made of smooth wooden planks, with holes cut out to entrap my head and arms. Panic surged as the tentacles lowered towards it.

"No! Please don't do this!" I begged, utterly helpless as he forced me into the device.

Hearing the shrill desperation in my voice, feeling the complete powerlessness of my situation, a wave of humiliation crashed over me as the stockade locked in place. I was swept with a keenly feminine sense of vulnerability, bound and naked, feeling my tits hanging and my assailable backside thrust out. Draknut was going to have his way with me, I couldn't stop that now.

Before I knew what was happening, a tentacle whipped across my defenseless, outthrust booty! (PN: 11, SP: 32) I couldn't help but squeal, as every curve shivered in pain, while my pussy quivered with excitement.

"Now you will learn your place, BREEDER!" Draknut hooted. "I want you to beg to receive my seed!"

Before I could even think about how to respond, I received another lash (PN: 14, SP: 33)! The sting of it ripped through my entire body so intensely I began to cry. Another vicious flogging left me sobbing in anguish (PN: 17, SP: 34). Despite my tears, the throb in my ass turned to a sensual heat as it seeped through my dripping slit and down my legs.

"Beg me, BREEDER!" I heard Draknut yell as he whipped my ass again (PN: 20!, SP: 35!)

I mewled pathetically as the pain shuddered along every curve, followed confusingly by a rush of orgasmic energy. Moaning through my tears, I writhed in the stockade feeling the throbbing welt across my booty, even as my hot little cunt gushed.

PAIN MAXED OUT! Appeared before my eyes. STAMINA REDUCED. INTELLIGENCE REDUCED. I was suddenly exhausted, and a fog descended over my brain, making it difficult to think straight. Now I knew what happened when I reached my pain threshold!

That was quickly replaced by the words: YOUR STIM HAS BEEN MAXED! And the inevitable. PREPARE FOR BREEDING!

As expected, a flood of submissive urges flowed into my already foggy brain. My fears and insecurities dissolved, along with whatever will I had left to resist. My pussy ached to filled and my male sensibilities fell silent as I suddenly yearned to be impregnated!

"Please," I whimpered, hanging in the stockade. "Please breed with me!"

The Zauknoids cheered wildly, and I heard Draknut's triumphant cries over them all. Then I felt his hands grip the curves of my hips and pull my backside into position. His tentacles slithered along my sides, encircling my breasts and squeezing them. A wave of molten desire flushed through my chest and stomach.

"Please, please, mate with me!" I begged as the moment seemed to stretch out in unbearable anticipation. "Breed me! Breed me!"

Draknut's huge cock plowed into my pussy, and I cried out as the force rocked my body! His grip tightened on my curvaceous hips and he began to pump! Every hard thrust made me gasp and moan as the PREGGERS bar appeared before my eyes. I barely noticed. My head was spinning from the sensation of his thick rod swelling in my vagina, driving into me again and again (PREGGERS: 1-2-3-4-5)!

I could feel my pussy stretched around his massive member. Every ridge and vein sliding through my wetness triggered little starbursts of erotic energy (PREGGERS: 6-7-8). The way my feminine body yielded to his, surrendering on a physical level, made me feel even more submissive. Each stroke seemed to fill me completely, building an irresistible pressure between my thighs (PREGGERS: 9-10!)

"Yes! Yes!" I cried out and climaxed again!

My hot little cunt gushed around his cock, but my stud didn't slow his pace. If anything, he fucked me harder making me moan with each rugged thrust (PREGGERS: 11-12-13). Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive, every inch of my skin buzzed with electricity. The sensation of his cock pumping and sliding through my pussy was intoxicating (PREGGERS: 14-15-16).

With my head and arms trapped in the stockade, I was completely at Draknut's mercy. His tentacles remained coiled around my breasts, pulsing rhythmically to send flashes of tingly heat through my chest (PREGGERS: 17-18). His powerful grip kept control of my hips. I couldn't move or think, I was just his simpering fucktoy now! Of which Draknut took full advantage, pounding my pussy relentlessly, even as another orgasm shuddered through my hourglass figure (PREGGERS: 19-20!)!

"Oh fuck yes!" I squealed. "Give me your seed! Oh fuck! Fill me up...please!"

Hearing myself whine and beg, I knew something wasn't right, but I had surrendered completely by that point. Each hard thrust stretched my pussy and sent a rush of ecstasy up my spine that left me panting for more! Draknut's rock-hard member plowed into me so intensely my hips began to ache (PREGGERS: 21-22)! I writhed against him, unable to match his rhythm but craving his cum, yearning to feel that hot sticky burst flood my womb (PREGGERS: 23-24). His tentacles constricted suddenly, making me squeal as a rush of heat sizzled up my neck into my cheeks (PREGGERS: 25-26). His grip tightened on my hips, yanking me back and plunging so deep it stole my breath (PREGGERS: 27)!

Hearing Draknut's eager moan, I braced myself to be impregnated...only to feel his cock slide out of my quivering pussy! White hot cum splattered across my ass and back, then drizzled down my thighs.

"No! What?" I whimpered despite myself.

All at once, his grip and the tentacles went slack, sliding off my curves as I heard Draknut collapse behind me. The locks on the stockade popped open as well, and I was able to free myself. Still clinging to the bondage device, I turned to see my stud in a heap on the ground.

DRAKNUT StimP: 50! Flashed above his head in red letters.

BREEDER STIM BATTLE - 2/3 appeared before me. YOU WIN!!

The had crowd had fallen silent. I slumped against the stockade, barely able to hold myself up. STA and INT were still glowing a faint orange in my periphery. Guess I hadn't fully recovered yet from having my PAIN maxed out.

"Unbelievable!" shouted the approaching Pit Boss. "This piece of ass is too hot...even for Draknut!"

Now the audience booed. A pair of ZAUKs scurried out, gathering up Draknut's tentacles and dragging him away. My eyes fixated on his cock, still drizzling cum as it went limp.

"No, no! This is a good thing!" he tried to assure the angry crowd. "Now she will mate with THE CHAMPION to breed the strongest ZAUKs!"

A smattering of cheers rippled through the boos.

"Well done, BREEDER!" he said to me.

"G-go to hell," I mumbled meekly, still feeling my achy slit leaking hot juices down my quivering legs. I'd be relieved later of course, but at the moment I couldn't seem to shake my disappointment.

"The Zaunkoid do not believe in an afterlife," he replied, clipping the leash to my chain-link-collar.

"Because you're all soulless computer programs?" I grumbled.

The Pit Boss looked at me with what could have been a knowing grin. He tugged on the leash, flooding my still foggy brain with that compulsion to obey. As I came forward in abject compliance, I couldn't help but wonder if he meant to illustrate my soul's own susceptibility to such a computer program. A fresh sense of vulnerability swept over me, standing before him in my naked female body and staring into those cold, ovular eyes. I couldn't help but drop my graze in deference, wrapping my arms across my chest.