Venus' days passed in a haze, awash in sex and depravity. The lizardmen would bring her some kind of food, once per day, and ensure her waterskins were full, but aside from that, her diet consisted of an incredible amount of cum.
After an interminable period of time, Venus awoke yet again, still in the same pitch-dark room. She could feel the dried cum covering her body, which she had long since given up trying to clean off. The lizardmen had liberally used every orifice they're dicks would fit in, and her pussy and ass were severely stretched, and incredibly sore. Her mouth was sore, too.
Her belly was swollen with the amount of cum she had consumed. Some of their sessions with her had lasted hours, threatening to break every scrap of mental resistance she possessed, but, somehow, a part of her had held on. Even as most of her mind, and her entire body, demanded more lizardman dick, a small section of her mind held firm, remembering that she owed Woodsedge vengeance, and she had other personal quests to follow up on, too.
Groaning, she sat up, that little section of her mind in control for the moment. Despite her body and its' indescribable lust for her captors' junk, she had managed to continue working on the back wall. She had determined it led into tunnels farther down into the ground, maybe a continuation of the ruin she was in, but she couldn't tell. Her work had opened a hole in the wall almost large enough for her to enter. A little more work and she could get through it.
The only other idea that had occurred to her was to wait for a one-on-one encounter with one of the lizardmen, and attempt to overpower it. There were several large stones she could use as clubs, but she still wasn't certain it would be enough. However, it very well could be better than entering into a tunnel into the unknown, naked and unarmed. The one certainty she had, however, was if she stayed this way, she would break before long.
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