One hundred and twenty-nine: Hunted prey

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"Can we start?" a chief wearing what looked like the skin of a reptile with large scales asked, looking to Kiran's father, who was looking at Kiran who was cuffed to a chair straining at them, snarling.

"You know the rules, son," Kiran's father shook his head sadly. He looked like this made him feel as sick as it was making me feel, while I was backing away toward a smaller side door, hoping they had forgotten to lock it. "Not a sound."

"My lords, you all know the rules. No penetration with foreign objects not already present. No penetration with your own member to try and make her bear your child instead of her master's," an announcer shouted. "No harsh violence or maiming. No fighting amongst yourselves. Once you have made her come and she has finished the movement, you must leave the arena. Once all my lords have brought an end to the matter, Lord Kiran may be released to begin and complete his conquest."

The door was locked. I scrambled to put as many obstacles between me and the four, advancing burly chiefs as I possibly could. The rest of the chiefs were still descending from their seats to join them. Calculating how I might best escape from certain angles, they were almost certain to come at me from all directions to trap me, before they did as they liked to me. My heart was already hammering away, seeking a way out of my chest and I was already gasping for air as if I'd just run a race. If only there were a way. A way out. Let me out. Please.

"Dr Eisor, are you taking part?" the announcer asked.

"I thought you would never ask," Dr Eisor smiled widely, joining the chiefs who were stalking me around and through the arena.

I was still getting to know my current body as it was. It was stronger, more flexible and more steady than before. It was in a better condition than even my pre-war body had been.

"In that case, you all know the rules. Dr Eisor will only go into play when at least two or more of you have failed in a row. He alone may remain in the arena, no matter how many times he manages to elicit a reaction. According to the number of men present, you have twenty-four hours," cried the announcer. "You may begin!"

Twenty-four hours?! Were they planning to try and kill me? They weren't about to give me any chances, were they? I wiped the useless tears running from my eyes and blurring my vision. I needed to be able to see clearly. I needed to be able to think clearly. I needed to be able to move and keep moving for a day and a night. I needed to escape the crowd of men coming at me. I didn't want to count them, but besides Kiran's father who was not joining in, besides Dr Eisor, besides the four chiefs who had spoken, there were still many more. More than enough to seat on an average bus. My guts were knotted up and I couldn't help pressing my legs together harder.

The adrenaline in me surged and Dr Eisor glanced at his tablet readout, chuckling.

Big burly men with shoulders bigger than mountains barrelled toward me. Some leapt obstacles. Some went around. I dove past some of their legs to try and break past them and felt at least one hand manage to land a slap to my backside, making me leap and stumble a moment. That stumble lost me my speedy advantage and I was tackled to the ground. I fought, since I was able to fight and there was no way they would be able to stimulate me in this manner, no matter how experienced some of those sausage like fingers or those hammy hands might be. A finger hooked me up from below, but another chief stole me, releasing me from the pain. I was placed on a strange saddle-like contraption and pushed against the curved board. Held there by the chief, I heard the click of a button and a roar go up from the surrounding chiefs as they betted on how long I would last.

The saddle and the board my breasts had been pushed against began to vibrate. It wasn't too bad at first. It was nothing but vibrations. I struggled against the hand that held me in place, but my struggles resulted in nothing, but being held in place more firmly. After some time, I began to feel something building up in me as certain parts began to grow more and more excited. Still, I fought to hold myself back, although I could hear Dr Eisor chuckling. Probably at the readouts on his tablet computer. I refused to give them any satisfaction, but could feel myself failing. That was when some knowing fingers began to wriggle their way in that resulted in me losing control for a moment. There was a whoop.

"A simple first to the Golden Boar."

I was released, panting to the ground, still feeling the aftershocks that disgusted me. Scrambling back up to my feet, I felt the wetness between my legs and grimaced, dodging reaching hands to make it to the other side of the arena. Passing by one particularly large obstacle, I was tripped and was pressed into the soft sand. I saw a strange gadget having three oddly shaped parts to it. The man pushed me down and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth, making me choke, before I remembered I had teeth and bit down. The moment I did that, I gasped at the thing that touched me below, stimulating three areas. That gave the beast on top of me an even better chance to capture my tongue with his injured one, forcing me to taste and swallow his disgusting blood. His hand on my jaw prevented me from biting again. He took his own sweet time, but when I had no reaction, and instead continued to try and fight him and Dr Eisor made no comment, another chief pushed him off me and used his fingers instead.

"A simple second to the Holly Oak."

Before I could get back up, another one had dragged me up by the hair and lifted me high up onto a strange shaped thing on springs. He leapt on behind me and I could feel his bulge press into my backside. One hand grasped me tightly to him by the breasts, while the other hand was down there. Using his feet, he rocked us on the 'horse' until he felt my muscles soften and then begin to react. My body unexpectedly leaned into his fingers more as he rocked the horse faster and faster.

"A well done third to the Riders."

I didn't have time to react before I was dragged off the 'horse' out of that chieftain's arms by the chief wearing the tiger skin. He was so rough that I screamed in pain and another chief saved me from him.This was the chief with the deerskin. He threw me over the edge of an object and fondled my sensitive parts as if he were a typist. He seemed to know exactly where and when to press.

"A fair fourth to the Bucking Deer."

Losing time after this was fair enough when I was tossed across the arena, torn from the arms of one man to another if no reaction could be elicited.

"A simple fifth to the Waving Bough."

I was snatched from people three times in a row and my body felt like it was being woefully bruised by all the rough play of eager men.

"Dr Eisor is in play."

Gentle arms caught me this time and fingers stroked me. Before I knew it, he had me, but before he tipped me over the edge, I was stolen away.

"Excellent preparation play by Dr Eisor. Who will take advantage of this play?"

A simple touch was all that was needed and I was surprised by the strength of both my voice and my reaction.

"An excellent sixth to the Hoary Hounds."

I wondered when the time would end. I had already lost track of time, feeling drunk with fatigue. The abuse was tortuous. My ability to run and escape was gone. I could only lie there as they treated me as a doll to be snatched and played with.

Dr Eisor seemed to strum me like he would a musical instrument. As soon as he had me, someone else would finish what he had begun.

"One minute left."

I was relieved in that last minute. If the announcer wasn't keeping count by using Dr Eisor's tablet, I'd have lost count already. It was unlikely they would get any more reactions out of me and my tired body in the last minute.

I was wrong.

Dr Eisor's abilities defied my expectations. I shuddered in ecstatic throes on his fingers.

"An excellent eleventh to our good doctor."

A bell resounded and the sound reverberated through the little arena. I lay where I had already fallen in Dr Eisor's arms and lap and his eyes crinkled in laughter down at me.

"The slave will rest."

I was left there in the dust, shuddering with the aftershocks and strength of Dr Eisor's stimulation. I couldn't believe they had been able to make me come so many times. Was it because of the slave technology? The chiefs returned to their seats, laughing at how they'd done or complaining that they hadn't a chance. Unable to move, the first thing I did was try to catch my breath, while I took stock of the energy levels left in my body. I wasn't sure how much longer I would last through this torture. I didn't even know how they had managed to convince my body to react that many times. I hadn't thought it would be possible.

"The Chief has the right." A pause. "The Chief has declined the chance to personally punish or take the slave."

"It's pretty sensitive as it is," I heard one booming voice. "Imagine how much better it must be in bed when the slave stripe is on."