She gets humiliated, dominated, degraded and bred in front of a large crowd, you're almost jealous

From your position in the VIP box, you get a nice close-up view of things, the faux confidence of Paladin Jillian wavering with each step she takes towards the two Amazonian beastkin. You aren't the only one who can see through Jillian, Nesta, and Helga can smell her fear, even through the dense fog of their pheromones, the two beastkin sharing a look and a big smile. You watch Trixanna flying above, counting down the time for any last-minute bets, although only the **** or insane would still be betting anyway, other than the two beastkin.

"Alright, the betting is now closed, so without further delay, let's introduce the contestants for this fine event," Trixanna calls out in her ever-cheerful tone. "On my left, here we have a true holy woman with us tonight, if you can believe it, although I suspect by the time we're done, she'll be known for a different kind of hole-y devotion," Trixanna continues, the crowd letting out some cheers and laughter. "Give it up for Paladin Jillian Pedmore,"

"Ughhh, just being in this place sickens me," The Paladin growls.

"Speaking of which, why are you even here? I'm sure our audience is just as curious as I am." Trixanna asks with a giggle.

"I'm here to win and demand this temple to sin and vice is closed, and your fell Mistress works in the shelter for the needy that will take its place," The Paladin retorts.

"You must be pretty confident in your abilities to put your ass on the line like this," Trixanna laughs. "Now, for our two lovely ladies to my right, care to introduce yourselves?"

"I am Nesta," Nesta announces simply

"And I am Helga," Helga adds, following Nesta's lead in providing no additional details.

"Women of few words, but trust me, they'll more than make up for it with their actions," Trixanna states. "Now these two statuesque beauties hail from one of the beastkin tribes, one which follows the wolf, and they're not just here to break bones and hearts." Trixanna explains. "They both have a personal grudge to settle here tonight, isn't that right?"

"Yes, we're here to drag this sorry excuse of a woman back to our tribe so she can answer for breaking her oath," Helga explains clearly.

"I swore no such oath," Paladin Pedmore protests.

"You might have forgotten it, but there's no tricking our noses, whelp," Nesta barks. "I smell the fragile weak thing that wanted to join our pack, learn how to fight and defend herself."

"Like an oath I made when I was barely old enough to drink even applies," The paladin retorts, "besides I've pledged myself to a higher service, one far more important than you pack."

"So the Mistress of this establishment spoke the truth," A rich voice came from a stranger sitting beside the High Priest Markson. "Interesting," If you had to guess, they might have been an esteemed colleague or old friend, perhaps, but you're sure you've seen them around the club before, so you're not quite sure.

"For your sakes, I hope you were paying more attention when we taught you how to fight," Helga offers with a soft laugh, "Wouldn't want this to over too soon."

At this, Paladin Pedmore throws off the ragged robes she's wearing, revealing her nearly naked body, much to the delight of the crowd, who begin to cheer and catcall the holy woman. It's a dramatic display, and ordinarily her athletic frame and physique would be an impressive sight were she not facing two much stronger-looking women. The two Amazonian futas have easily a foot of height on the Paladin, and judging by their muscles, some bulk and **** in their favour beyond outnumbering her.

"Oh look, Helga, we have her so scared she's stripping down in submission," Nesta cackles, the audience soon following suit.

"You might have numbers and size on your side, but I had the righteous might of a Tallock backing me." Paladin Jillan calls out triumphantly, dropping to her knees and starting to chant.

"Righteous might, yet here you are already on your knees before us," Nesta scoffs, shaking her head.

"Tallock, lend me your strength in this, my time of need, so I may strike down the dishonourable curs and show them a true path to honour with your divine light," Paladin Jillan chants loudly, standing upright and stretching her arms wide. "I call upon the divine arms and armour of Tallock, clad me in your protection and give me the means to strike down the wicked," Jillan yells climatically.

The entire room is silent, everyone watching and waiting for something to happen, seconds crawling by without anyone looking away, the anticipation building and building. There's a solitary cough in the audience, the sound of someone knocking a drink to the floor and letting out a muttered curse, and still, nothing about Jillian changes. Nesta and Helga start to look at each other, the pair shrugging in unison.

The distinct lack of awe and surprise emanating from the crowd is the Paladin's first clue that things weren't quite right, the continued sense of a chill on her increasingly stiffening nipples being the next. Jillian slowly opens her eyes, looking down and confirming a distinct lack of arms and armour. By now, the crowd is a low buzz, and people mutter questions about what this means. From your vantage point its hard to tell if Jillian is more embarrassed about her big divine party trick failing and what this might mean for her, or the fear she might have to take on the two Amazonian futa's without weapons or armour.

"Tallock, please, I'm one of your most faithful servants, please answer my prayers in this time of need," Paladin Jillian calls out, her tone much less reverential and much more **** than before.

"I hear your words, but if you're truly my most faithful, then you will accomplish this task without my intervention," A loud voice booms, making everyone in the club gasp in surprise, well, almost everyone. The stranger sat beside High Priest Markson, seeming oddly calm to your rapid and analytic eyes as they scan the room for a source of this voice.

"Please, Tallock, I really need your assistance with this," Paladin Jillian pleads. "I am completely defenceless,"

"You have a perfectly servicable collection of blades, and some fine armour, yet you chose to attend this challenge without them, so clearly you must believe you could find success without any," The booming voice retorts, "Because otherwise you came here looking to make me you my powers to serve your purpose, not my own, to create a spectacle for you to impress you audience to further your ambitions,"

"Forgive me, Tallock, I didn't mean to cheapen the aid you provide me," Paladin Jillian begs, her eyes wide and frantic at this point.

"Then consider this your penance, overcome the obstacles you've made for yourself, redeem your honour in the eyes of these beastkin you so callously discarded when it suited you," The booming voice concludes.

"Of course, Tallock, you will be done," Paladin Jillian replies softly.

"Oh dear, problems with your deity?" Helga taunts with a wicked smile.

To Paladin Jillian's credit, she doesn't throw in the towel like she probably should have, without her divine favour, the physical protection of her enchanted armour and magical weapons to bolster her odds, she faces certain defeat. Yet she simply takes a deep breath, balls her hands into fists and adopts a fighting stance before charging at the two beastkin while letting out a loud battle cry. It's an act of pure defiance in the face of **** adversity, and in many ways it's pretty admirable, the sort of thing you hear heroes doing. You're sure such a display even has a few members of the audience believe, if only for a few moments, that the Paladin might still somehow win this.

Predictably, it's all for nought, the moment Paladin Jillian gets close enough to the two tower futas, the already potent pheremones, further enhanced by the rutt weed you supplied, swiftly take effect. The fearless charge slows, each footstep getting less sure and more unsteady, robbing the Paladin of her momentum, her battle cry peters out to almost a soft, submissive squeak by the time she reaches Helga and Nesta. The Paladin's legs seem to give out underneath her as she sinks to her knees, bringing her head at perfect height to the two women's tented loincloths.

"Looks like her inner slut is stronger than her inner warrior," Nesta laughs loudly.

"A pity, I was hoping to spar, but I suppose we'll just have to work out my frustration on the whelp's body," Helga says with a growl.

"It's where her kind belongs, on her knees, seeking our forgiveness with her body," Nesta replies with a laugh.

"Wait, no, not like this!" Paladin Jillian growls, her body seemingly sluggish and refusing to respond to her movement, her arms slow, and her body seems to tremble with effort as the paladin tries to stand up. Jillian does manage to get to her feet, her cheeks red and her breathing far heavier and more laboured than it should be.

You watch with a mixture of amusement and pity as the once mighty Paladin, once commanding the respect of dozens under her command, now struggles to hold command over her own body. Jillian lurching forward, moving almost like a drunk trying to start a bar brawl, a clumsy fist thrown pulling the paladin off balance and sending her stumbling as Nesta effortlessly turns to the side to avoid the feeble blow.

Falling forward onto one knee, Jillian suddenly finds herself at eye level to Helga's crotch, the huge bulge of Helga's bestial breeding tool. "Oh, so eager," Helga chuckles. "Here, let me give you a closer look," She adds, grabbing Paladin Jillian by her hair and pulling the holy woman's face into the soiled garment, the potent aroma of the beastkin's musk mixing with precum, both fresh and stale. Helga laughs as she watches the paladin struggle against her superior strength.

"Let go," Jillian pants seemingly still defiant, although her nipples are erect, her cheeks still bright red, and a tell-tale glistening between her legs betrays how close to faltering she is.

"If you insist," Helga laughs, letting go of the paladin's head, causing Jillian to fall back.

"My turn," Nesta giggles, walking over Jillian's prone form and squatting down until her ass eclipses the holy woman's face.

Paladin Jillian's mind is already fracturing, her body grows weaker and weaker as her nose presses into the damp gusset of Nesta's primitive underwear, the thick scent of her pheromones and arousal dominating the holy woman's senses. Jillian's hands reach up in a **** attempt to lift Nesta's bulk off her face, but before they can even reach the beastkin's sweet cheeks, her strength fails, the arms falling limply to the floor.

"Looks like she's all out of fight," Helga comments with a triumphant laugh, Nesta standing up and looking down at the pitious sight of Jillian lying on the floor, her face slightly damp with her juices.

The two Amazonian futas remove the strings on their loin cloths and reveal their huge canine cocks to the crowd, who let out a cheer as while one sort of entertainment has been denied, a different and more welcome kind is going to take it's place. Helga and Nesta start to stroke their colossal canine cocks, positioning themselves above Jillian, ready and eager to defile her and claim complete victory over the holy woman.

Jillian, by now, was rolling onto her front, using every last effort her body could summon to stand up, barely making it onto her knees before she needed to stop and catch her breath.

"Mmmmm, fuck this is going to be quick," Nesta grunts, her hands scooping up the precum oozing from her throbing mass of cock meat using the clear fluid as lubricant for her hand to stroke faster.

"Good, the sooner we mark her, the sooner we can move on to the real fun," Helga agrees, her cock throbs, a large bead of precum forming at the tip of her red rocket.

"No, no, no, not like this," Jillian pleads desperately, her body still refusing to move. "I'll go back peacefully, submit to any punishment, I'll do anything for the pack, just don't do this to me, not here."

"Oh, you will do anything, will you?" Nesta questions, although her hand fails to slow down.

"Yes, anything," Paladin Jillian pleads hopefully.

"What do you think, Helga?" Nesta asks with a smile. "Got any requests for her?"

"Just one," Helga growls "Open that mouth nice and wide, so all the people here can see that your not a holy Paladin, but our little bitch,"

"No," Jillian whimpers. "No," she repeats weakly.

"Oh fuck, getting really close, open wide, bitch," Nesta grunts, her cock throbbing and twitching heavily as the Amazonian futa lowers herself down forcing the cock closer to Jillians face.

Paladin Jillian tries in vain to look away, closing her eyes in the hopes it will somehow protect her, but with the triumphant groan a warm shower of thick potent beastkin cum splashes across her soft face. The potent aroma makes the poor paladin's head spin as it overwhelms her senses, punching through the thick fog of the potent pheromones keeping her nice and pliant. Each throb and pulse of Nesta's swollen canine cock robbing Paladin Jillian of her ability to resist with each thick rope of brain melting cum that lands on her face.

"There we go, time to stop resisting and embrace you new life as a breeding bitch," Nesta cackles, taking a moment to admire her thick sticky cum coating the holy woman's face. "Now open that mouth nice and wide," Nesta commands, Jillian's mindlessly obeying and going one step further as she extends her tongue to give Helga a large target to hit.

"Fuck, take my seed, bitch," Helga growls, her cock throbbing and pulsing as she starts cumming, her potent beastkin fluids coating Jillians tongue and filling the holy woman's mouth. Jillian's mouth rapidly fills up, until there's no room and the excess cum starts leaking from her mouth.

"Now be a good girl, and swallow my seed and complete your transformation into a breeding bitch," Nesta commands cooly, a command Jillian eagerly obeys, her mind too far gone between the pheremones and musk, and the potent beastkin cum to offer any kind of resistance.

"So sad to see one with so much promise fail," High Priest Markson says in a tone of mock sympathy.

"There'll always be others," The rich-voiced stranger agrees, which catches High Priest Markson by surprise as he looks over, making you realise they weren't here together.

"No, it can't be...." High Priest Markson stammers, the colour draining from his face. "....Tallock?"

"Of course not, because there's no way I would be found in a place like this," Tallock replies, fixing his high priest with a stern look. "Much like there's no way you would be here, High Priest,"

"Of course," High Priest Markson acknowledges. "Neither of us would be seen here; anyone thinking otherwise would be mistaken, and even if we were to come here, it's only because of who was taking up the challenge."

"Precisely," Tallock confirms, the pair nodding in agreement.

"Ah, here are your usual drinks, gentlemen." A well-timed barmaid announces, handing both the High Priest and Tallock a drink, leaving the pair to engage in a high-stakes game of avoiding each other's gaze lest things descend into a crisis of faith.

During the brief distraction from the events in the arena, the two beastkin futas have affixed a thick metal collar around Jillian's neck, leaving no doubt to anyone watching that the Paladin is broken in almost every sense possible. Her defiant mind gone, in its place a pliant and submissive one eager to please her two new masters. Her dignity in tatters with beastkin cum now drying on her face and skin.

You can't help but smile as you watch the once proud Paladin being picked up and repositioned like a rag doll, Helga quickly stripping the Paladin naked, while Nesta slowly takes her place in front of the Paladin. Jillian is positioned between the two futas her mouth mere inches from Nesta's cock, while Helga's presses against her ass, grazing against her soft wet lips causing the holy woman to mewl.

"Ready for me to drain my balls with that big mouth of yours, runt?" Nesta growls dominantly.

"Do it," Jillian mewls excitedly, her eyes once fierce and determined now vacant and lustful. "Fucking burn out my worthless senses, so I'll always be able to taste and smell is your wonderful cock and delicious seed no matter what I'm doing," Jillian cries out excitedly, the cum and phermones wiping her old mind clean and leaving this excitable slut in its place.

"We'll make a proper breeding slut out of you yet, give you a head start on your training to make up to the pack for your oathbreaking," Helga laughs heartily

"Please breed my worthless holes," Jillian begs, "My only existence is to carry pups for the pack, it's the only way I can be useful."

"Oh fuck she's **** for us," Nesta smiles, looking down at Jillian's face grinning up at her.

"Oh yes, please use me like your personal sex toy, use and **** me anyway you want," Jillian pants hungrily.

"It's actually kind of annoying," Nesta comments, shaking her head, "I almost miss the version of her that hated us."

"Well, you have everything you need to shut her up," Helga suggests

"Good point," Nesta groans as she presses the tip of her canine cock against Jillian's soft lips, which part eagerly and welcomes Nesta's bestial cock into her mouth. Jillian triest to mumble something around the thick throbbing cock sinking into her maw, the tip starting to slide down her throat. "Much better," Nesta coos

"My turn," Helga giggles, lining up her cock with the paladin's sacred slot and eagerly thrusting forward, hitting a brief bit of resistance which confuses Helga for a moment given how wet Jillian's pussy is.

When you realise what you're seeing, you can't help but let out a laugh, as suddenly so much of Jillian's image and persona makes so much sense. The small trickle of blood leaking from her slick slit as it stretches obscenely around Helga's huge cock, the last remnants of her chastity.

"She remained pure?" High Priest Markson asks in disbelief.

"Hardly, just limited her pleasure to other orifices," Tallock comments casually.

"Oh, she truly was a whelp, hadn't even let anyone pluck her flower," Helga laughs as she glances down at her swollen length sliding in and out of Jillian's slick, wet folds.

"For so long?" Nesta asks in disbelief, "You poor girl, we would have taken care of that if you hadn't run away," Nesta says softly, Jillian's eyes looking up at the beastkin, a **** escaping the lips wrapping around Nesta's cock, which only allows the beastkin's cock to sink deeper.

You watch in delight as the two beastkin reduce the once-proud noble paladin into a sex doll, the pair rutting away at their respective ends of the spit-roasted paladin. With the two futa's height, and their cocks so deep, Jillian is effectively suspended in the air between them, her arms and legs dangling swinging slightly from the momentum of each thrust. Jillian's mouth is a mess of saliva as she chokes each time Nesta's thick cock stretches her throat, her eyes watering as she still looks up at the beastkin with lust in her eyes.

"Getting close," Nesta grunts, her thrusting into Jillian's mouth getting rougher.

"Oh fuck, I hope you're good at holding your breath slut," Helga cackles in response

Before Jillian has the chance to register what is about to happen, Nesta is already reaching down and pulling on the back of Jillian's head forcing the holy woman deeper onto her colossal canine cock. Jillian's **** and sputtering increases, her throat bulging around the extra inches of beastkin cock, her nose pressing into Nesta's pubic hair.

For a moment, Jillian thinks she's just adjusting to deepthroating all of Nesta's cock so the beastkin can cum directly into her stomach, but then she feels it, the thick bulb of Nesta's knot swelling in her mouth. Jillian feels the muscles in her jaw start to burn as they stretch wider than ever before, the knot forcing her mouth wider until finally her mouth is completely filled with the swollen mass. Jillian starts to panic, even through her lust-addled state, her hands tried in vain to push against Nesta's body to somehow break free, but it's no use, the swollen bulb has her anchored on the beastkin's bestial cock.

"Sorry, whelp, not going back now I've got you tied nice and deep," Nesta purrs, reaching down and stroking Jillian's hair. "You keep that slutty throat relaxed and enjoy your meal," Nesta grunts as her balls twitch, her asshole twitches with each eruption of cum down the holy woman's throat. The eruptions are relatively light, but quick and constant, the canine cock throbbing and pulsing over and over, filling Jillian with a steady flow of beastkin cum.

"Fuck those sounds you have her making, and how much her pussy clenches when she chokes," Helga growls in delight

"I can't wait to feel it." Nesta giggles, "Her throat feels amazing too."

"I guess it's time to test the myth about whether a virgin can get pregnant on their first time," Helga grunts, grabbing hold of Jillian's hips and thrusting herself as deep as she can as her knot begins to swell.

Soon Jillian's puffy well fucked labia as stretching wide to accommodate Helga's huge knot, the fleshy bulb ensuring Helga's cum has nowhere else to go. The tip of Helga's canine cock thing enough to press into Jillians cervix, ensuring that each wild throb and twitch pumps the constant eruptions of cum into Jillian's womb. Billions of virile and powerful beastkin swimmers, eager to flood into Jillian's deepest depths. Thanks to the beastkin pheromones, Jillian's body was fertile and primed to reproduce even without the club's usual alchemical assistance. Thanks to the rutt weed, there would be plenty of eggs for both Nesta and Helga's seeds to fertilise throughout the night.

Knowing your job was done here and eager to have some fun with some beastkin of your own, you slowly slip out of the main club floor, heading up to your office, where you hope Trinity would be waiting for you.