Fuu follows her urges and obeys

It was like they were driving a cow along, prodding her to urge her forward. And, face flushed and heart racing, Fuu complied.

Her eyes stayed turned to the ground, unwilling to look up and take in the shock and disgust she knew would mark her friend’s faces. If she met their gase, Fuu knew she would feel responsible for them—responsible for their image of her! She was supposed to be their temperate leader, but here she was, unable to stop herself form rubbing her legs together in an awkward dove-toed slutty catwalk toward the edge of the arena, surrounded by her rapists, and already feeling heat building in her core at the thought of submitting herself yet again as their eager fuck toy.

Fuu’s eyes stayed down and the flush on her face wasn’t embarrassment, but anticipation.

The gaggle of chirping kobolds drew to a stop and Fuu finally had the presence of mind to tilt her head up and glance around. She saw a prep room, much like the one she had been ushered out of, complete with a pair of lizardfolk guards barring the exit to the room. The kobolds shifted around impatiently, chittering this and that in a draconic tongue Fuu couldn’t quite understand. She had little doubt they were negotiating their turns with her, or maybe planning out some banquet with their lovely captive as the ‘guest of honor’.

It was only a few moments before the door cracked open and an wrinkled lizardfolk with a hunched back and a pair of thick stone spectacles entered. She was ringed in ceremonial feathered garb which sat loosely over pale green skin, and carried what looked to be a quill and ledger under one arm.