Your first week at the Combat Zone

During your first week you learn a lot about life at the Combat Zone. On your first day you spend most of your time waiting tables in the eating area. It's set up almost like a restaurant up in the wooden platforms that have been built in the amphitheatre. From up there, the men can see any strip shows being put on by the girls down on the stage or fights happening down in the arena. It's your job to bring them any food prepared in the kitchen, which is a short walk away, down in the backrooms. Of course, you're allowed to walk around on two feet whilst serving food, which feels strange with you spending the rest of your time crawling around on all fours.

You quickly find however, that this isn't the only part of your job. Whilst serving the tables the men will regularly harrass you, slapping your ass and hollering at you. What would've been considered sexual harassment back before the bombs dropped is now commonplace, but you aren't complaining. This often leads to you sitting on one of their laps whilst they sit and chat and eventually with you sucking one, or multiple, of their cocks. You find that this is often how you'll be receiving your meals, as the food in the kitchens is strictly not for the slaves. **** food is prepared elsewhere, and consists of canned dog food covered in a healthy coating of cum, from the Black Kings of course.

On your second day you learn where all this delicious cum is sourced. Whilst serving one of the Kings, he cruelly decides to welcome you to the Combat Zone with 40 spankings, 20 on each ass cheek to keep it even. He bends you over on the floor and soon finds your pussy dripping with excitement since your mind has now been perverted to associate pain with arousal. He makes sure to give your pussy a little rub after every second spank, just to really tease you. Even though you receive some kind of twisted pleasure from the extremely hard spankings that the man delivers, you still squeal out and shake your legs involuntarily each time he delivers another hard blow. Your ass cheeks quickly turn pink, with the cheeks on your face matching from the embarrassment of being humiliated so publicly.

Unfortunately for you, the Kings decides that the 40 spankings aren't quite enough, and decides on another 20 for your pussy. This is too much for you, and amazingly right on the 20th spank delivered hard to your pussy, it causes you to squirt out a torrent of pussy juices onto the Kings' pants. He quickly becomes enraged at the mess you've made and sends you down to the basement to report for 'milking duty' for 8 hours, whatever that means.

Once you get down there you quickly find out what this punishment will entail. Down in the basement there's a series of pillories set up, each of them occupied by a **** girl who has misbehaved in some way and some of them are currently getting cruelly fucked in the ass by a King. The one's not getting fucked have bloated bellies and a plug in their ass. There's one King in charge of managing the room who you report to. He locks you into one pillory on the end and explains that for the next 8 hours you'll be fulfilling the role of being a hole to get fucked and filled with cum. If this is your new job you can't help but wonder what it is you've been doing up until this point. At the end of your 8 hour sentence, you'll be released and report next door to the room where they prepare the **** food. There you'll squeeze the cum from your ass into a communal pot, from which the cum is supplied to garnish the dog food and other cheap substitutes for a meal that all the slaves eat. You feel a little queasy at this newfound knowledge that the delicious cum coating that you've been gobbling up with each of your meals has in fact come from another slaves asshole.