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"I want...to be fucked!!" She hissed, eyes flashing with wild lust as the herb began to kick in fully. Her pupils became slits, her claws were tugging at his clothes as if wanting to rip them off but stopping herself. Her scales were in their fully softened state, body pressed right into his.

In her mind she was screaming in horror, the only thing that showed on the outside was the slight glistening in her eyes.
 
"Heh, I'd be glad to." Joran replied, snickering as he roughly shoved her back against the wall, but only so he could remove his clothing. And with just how bad he had been wanting this, it only took moments to strip down. After, he just stood there, nude before her. Wanting her to come to him. For him, this was more about controlling her and making her know her place as a slave than sexual satisfaction. Getting to bang such a gorgeous piece of ass was just a big bonus.
 
Vesta growled wildly, moving quickly back over to him, unable to stop herself. She nipped and licked at him, a hand stroking his member eagerly. "Rrrrr...Want it..." She hissed, wrapping her tail around him. Her body was on complete lusty animal autopilot, grabbing and groping at him.
 
"Heh, and you're gonna get evertyhing you want." Joran replied, smirking in satisfaction and moaning lightly when her wonderful hands went to work. Then, his head moved forward and he engaged her in what was no more than rough, lusty show of power rather than a kiss. What they were doing was not making love. It was no more than getting his kicks by causing her to willingly let him dominate her.
 
Vesta clutched his shoulders, squeaking at the powerful lusty kiss he gave her. She wanted to push him away but her grasp only held him closer. Tears brimmed her eyes but what he had given her was doing its job well. The dragoness hooked a leg around Joran, grinding her hot, wet slit against his crotch. "Mrrnm!! Rrrr!!"
 
((Am I doing good as mister evil rapist? Not too rough or anything?))

The lusty exchange continued for a good while, but Joran eventually pulled back. With his now regular smirk, he untangled himself from her and roughly shoved her to the floor. Not giving her time to do much of anything, he quickly climbed on top of her from behind, forcing to lay on her stomach on the floor.

"I'm gonna make you scream my name....." he said, chuckling as he forced her to turn her head back to look at him, starting the lusty kiss up again as he positioned himself, before roughly thrusting right into her hot, wet pussy.
 
((It's perfect))

She gasped sharply as she was shoved to the floor and rolled onto her stomach. Being forced to turn her head towards him made her whimper, his forceful kiss muffling her cry when he eagerly thrust into her. Her body trembled, relief flooding her in one sense but disgust and horror causing tears to slip from her eyes as she closed them.

She didn't want him... but her body wouldn't let her resist, even squeezing around him nice and tight. "Mrrrrn!!"
 
((Good to hear.^_^ I actually have fun playing the dickheaded evil guys in certain RPs. It's fun to be so deliciously evil. :twisted: ))

The kiss ended up not lasting very long, as he wished to hear her howl in pleasure, defeat, shame and anything else this situation caused her to feel as he planted his hands on either side of her, using the leverage to absolutely hammer into her from behind, sending them both back and forth across the floor.
 
Her claws scraped at the floor for leverage, hips pushing back against his as instinct demanded she do. She moaned and squealed in pleasure, though soft sobs accompanied the tears that occasionally trickled down her face. "Unnh!! Oh god....please!!" She wept and squirmed against him. Whether she was begging for more or begging for him to stop was difficult to tell. Of course, the way her lithe body was lewdly grinding and writhing beneath him suggested more of the former.

Shame, disgust, longing for more mingled on her beautiful face for Joran to enjoy, especially as her tail pushed against his back to get him in deeper. Her breasts and pert nipples grazed the cold floor as he ravaged her, teaching her her place as an arena slave and making her whimper beautifully.
 
((Hmmm, this is getting quite interesting, and it gives me some questions about the fight against the elf happening soon. With the drug, I was thinking we could go about it two ways. Either, the drugs effects linger a bit, but are faded, and lend to her giving in to the elf. Or, after what Joran does, she basically just doesn't care what the elf does, and let's him have her.......but still gets aroused by it by the elfs extreme good looks and natural alure.))

As he wanted, her sounds were music to his hears, regardless of what emotions or instincts brought them on.

"Yes, that's it, cry for me, cry out for more........the truth of what you desire will set you free....." he called out, whispering the last part to her for further emphasis that even though due to a drug, she desired this, she wanted to used and fucked like a piece of meat, she wanted to lower herself to this.......with him.
 
((I like the latter part. Though maybe the elf attempts to bring more of her spark back out. That in turn makes her a fighter against the last two and she resists them the entire way even after they win. Then when Riseus returns, she's in a bad way and he decides it's time to work on a plan to get her out?))

Vesta sobbed and moaned, writhing against him. Her mind was screaming at her that what he was saying was so wrong but with her body pulling him deeper into her tight wet tunnel with her muscles and her tail. She couldn't stop it and part of her began to feel that maybe he was right. Maybe she did just want to be a fucktoy. Tears streamed down her face, her head tilting back with a wild scream of mixed anguish and pleasure as she felt an orgasm surge through her senses.

Her body tensed and twitched, claws scraping at the ground before she slumped, panting and weeping breathlessly, giving in and let him have her.
 
((Works for me. Though, by last two........who are you talking about?))

Joran continued thrusting into her even after she gave up, only stopped when he himself came deep inside of her, moaning loudly in pleasure and victory.

"That's it. It seems you finally realized the truth. That this all you are, or ever will be. And remember, you hate me, you depise me and you wish to kill me...........but you also begged me to fuck you and cried out in pleasure as I filled you with my seed. Always remember this moment.......as I will never forget how you submitted to me, nor will your body every forget." he said with a laugh, smacking her ass after licking the back of her neck, followed by him getting off her and getting dressed before casually walking out and fetching the guards, who paid no mind to her condition as they picked her up and half dragged her through the halls.
 
((After the elf weren't there meant to be one or two more to break her in, rough her up and remind her the arena is very bad to be part of?))

She shook and wept as she was dragged up, brought away down the halls. She felt sick as Joran's seed mixed with her own fluids trickled down her thigh, hanging her head. He was right, she had enjoyed that on some level, he'd made her scream in pleasure.

She dropped where they placed her until her next fight, curling up tight and hugging her tail. Vesta cried and rocked herself for the next while, broken.
 
((Probably, my memory is god awful. So, in that case, how's about a..........Cyclops and.......hmmmm.......maybe some kind of fellow winged creature? After those, how long do you want to wait before the escape? Even after the escape, things will still be quite suspenseful as Joran will be sent to capture her and Riseus, as well as she'll still have to deal with pervy beings, but outside the city walls. But, she also have her human lover and gentle giant to keep her safe.))

Sadly, the abused dragoness had very little time to come to terms with things, as her next fight had already been scheduled and she was do on the field. Only good thing about it being that her opponent wasn't some sex crazed freak like Joran or some of the other pervs she had dealt with. Instead, it was a dashingly handsome male elf. Male or female, Elves drew a crowd wherever they went. Females were known for their almost goddess like, graceful beauty, while males were known for overwhelming charisma and an almost hypnotic draw.
 
((Sounds good. Well Riseus has to come back to see her. Maybe a day or so?))

Vesta didn't want to fight anymore. Her once fiery golden eyes were dead, her wings drooping and tail dragging on the floor as she walked out into the arena. The crowd cheered but a few were whispering about her condition. Where was the wild, confident dragoness with her head held high?

Her eyes looked across at her opponent, admiring the elf and feeling rather draw to him... but she put that down to wanting to be a fucktoy again and hung her head. She'd just let him have her...
 
((Alrighty, that works.))

"Hmmmm, something doesn't seem right......" said Kiral, the elf she was pitted against as he eyed her. Anyone with half a brain could tell something was wrong with her. Knowing just what kind of place this was, Kiral had a very good idea just what put her in this position.

"Given up, haven't you?" he said...........but not vocally. His kind were known for the ability to pretty much.........transfer thoughts into certain other species, whose brains were developed enough to understand the messages. Still, he had to keep appearances outside, so he unsheathed his dagger, making look as if he was ready to fight, while they conversed in the privacy of their own minds.
 
"I don't see the point anymore... I'll be fucked like the whore I am anyway... and now I know that I've been fooling myself. I want it... my body wants to be treated like a piece of meat. Why should I fight?" She thought back, hiding her eyes behind her golden hair. Behind those thoughts he could almost hear whispers. ~I'm sorry, Riseus, I'm sorry. You deserve better. I'm sorry~

She continued to stand there even as he drew his daggers.
 
"Why? Because some disgusting human was so pathetic that he had to use a drug to get any kind of satisfaction? Because he's so pathetic, he has to rely on such means to feel good about himself? If you believe this.......Riseus person believes better, then give him better. I do not know who he is, but your thoughts show you care for him a great deal. What do you think HE would want? Would he want to see you moping about some pathetic pervert of a human, or to see you fight tooth and nail with every bit of strength you have to show such pathetic individuals that you're more than that, that you're more than a slave." he said in his mind, advancing towards her in the outside world.

"Not to mention, why do you think this human that drugged you, did such things to you? For pointless sexual satisfaction, or to try and control something he fears? And yes, he does fear you. You are, not were, ARE are a proud, fiery woman. Not some lowly slave. You're a blasted dragon kin. One of the proudest races that walk this world. One with a fire that can never be extinguished, no matter how dark times get, or how much suffering you go through." he added in his mind, before finally saying something outloud.

"Will you stand there and mope and pout and actually give that pathetic human satisfaction, or will you come at me and show me that fire I know burns inside of you?" he called out loud.

((Woo, out of breath after that one.^_^))
 
His words rang in her mind and in her ears, clicking with her. Yes, Joran had drugged her, because he couldn't overpower her himself. Like a coward, trying to twist her into believing what he'd said. Anger burned deep in her chest, her claws curling as she trembled. Her head lifted slowly, eyes alight with fire.

"I am no lowly slave!!" She cried out loud before breathing a surge of fire at the elf. She used it as cover and came flying through it, wings unfurled to tackle her elf opponent. Next time she saw Joran, she would be sure to rip his throat out...
 
((I was wondering what the extent of her being in a bad way would be after the next two fights? After these two posts, I was thinking since Elf guy lit a fire back under her, she becomes her old self again, but the next two fights weigh heavily on her. But, not in they way of her going back to thinking she's just a whore again. But instead, just simply losing hope and thinking she'll never get away and be on the brink of giving up, when her shining knight Riseus comes in, which lifts her spirits and she summons the courage to hold on one more day until he can break her out. If that's what you were thinking in the first place.........woohoo, I can read minds now.^_^))

"Heh, very important to you indeed......" Kiral replied one last time in his head. Not to try and distract her or anything, but to compliment her by suggesting Riseus was a very lucky man to have someone like her love him. Not wanting to let this fire dim, Kiral prepared for her attack, nimbly side stepping it, but she came damn close. Parts of his clothes were singed, others torn from her claws and scales.
 
She landed and spun back around to face him, lashing her tail and hissing. The dragoness was back and she was determined to make this fight count, to show she was more than a slave, than a fucktoy for males. She was Vesta, a proud dragoness, brimming with fire in her veins. She would fight until she couldn't anymore.

She lunged again with a roar, the crowd shock by her sudden turn around at the start of the battle, unsure what had happened but loving her viciousness.
 
((Wells, I gotta be heading out for the night. If you missed it, I asked a questions about the plot in my last post.))

"Yes, cheer for your momentary distractions from your own horrible lives." Kiral said to himself, watching her intently as she lunged at him again. Once more, he only barely managed to dodge it. This time, she caught his hand, knowing his dagger away and leaving a few fairly deep cuts on the back of his hand and fingers. He wasn't mad at all. In fact, he just smiled in satisfaction that she had become her old self and was doing her race proud.
 
((Sorry. Yes, that was exactly what I had in mind. A few bruises and scratches would help too.))

She crouched low again after the attack, spitting sparks and lashing her tail. She was fighting and so far appeared to have the upperhand. She was back on form and she was here to win this time.
 
((Will do when the time comes. If you want, we can have her win this fight. With her winning, there'd still be a night of pleasure with the elf. She wins, gets her freedom for a day, but Riseus is out of town, and Kiral ends up offering her a place to stay for the night, and they end up doing it then as both a way to thank him, and strong physical attraction to one another. Also, what do you think about him joining her, Riseus and Goga after the escape? It was just an idea I had, that I wanted to hear your take on. I do want him to make appearances after the escape, and I was leaning towards him either joining their little group, or he appears at times to offer them help, but doesn't travel with them. Either way, she'd have a similar relationship with him that she would with Goga by that time. A friends with benefits type of thing. In that regard, I keep forgetting to ask, but would you be interested in any group encounters between her and Riseus/Goga/Kiral? Like a two on one on her, or all three ganging up on her to give her untold pleasure.))

Kiral continued to smile lightly as he cautiously circled her. She was sure in it to win it, but he wouldn't make it easy for her. Just forfeiting and refusing to fight her would just make it worse. So, he decided to give her a run for her money. Closing his eyes for a moment and starting a mumbled chant, a bright flash of light suddenly came from his body for the briefest moment before it faded. The result of which, becoming obvious.

"Which............is...............which..." came his voice........and two others, two copies of him, each of the three saying one of the words. The real Kiral and the two copies had her surrounded in a triangle like formation. He had used some kind of illusionary magic. One was the real Kiral, the other two were just copies that were indistinquishable from the real one.........until she attacked. If she attacked a copy, it would easily fall and dissapear, but it would leave her wide open for an attack from the real Kiral.
 
((Sounds good. Being part of their group sounds fun, helpful as they run. And them all ganging up on her sounds fun.))

Vesta growled, looking quickly from each of the three elves around her. Which one was the real one? She lashed her tail, trying to judge but they were well made illusions... Being part magical creature, she could sense the magic used... if it was weaker from the illusions. She attempted to pinpoint the one with stronger magic and then leapt for the one on her right with a snarl.
 
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