The next few days!

Several days had past. As Sue stood over the Arena, once again she tried to drown out the cheers. Her life in the past few days had been hellish. The frog chief, had kept her fully sedated with the sweet elixir he had fed her the first night she shared his bed. The drink, which she soon found out, was an aphrodisiac siphoned from a root deep within the savage land, and mixed by the shaman woman. At first, Sue tried to refuse the concoction, but as the days became more and more unbearable she found it to be somewhat of a pain reliever. And she needed it. The frog chief did not keep his hands off her. She was made to follow him at all times and kneel by his fat green side, at tribe meetings, at executions, and the like. But the worst were the meals she had to suffer through with him. Constantly his hands rested between her legs, slowly massaging her womanhood. Each time he brought her to the brink of orgasm, he stopped. She was in a constant state of arousal. Tension built deep within her, stronger and stronger each day. But she would not give him the satisfaction of begging. She would not falter.

Now she kneeled by his side at the nightly Arena procession. She looked at her current garb. It wasn't fit for a hooker in New York. Her small purple skirt barely covered the bottom of her ass, and the gold bra/top she was allowed to wear covered only her nipples. She saw each day the stares of the other frogmen. Luckily, despite his fat obesity, the frog chief was stronger and smarter than the rest. Whenever a guard or other solider vied for his ****, he quickly bested them in combat. At first, Sue saw it as barbaric, but she soon began to feel a small sense of pride each time he dispatched a suitor.

Now once again the procession was to begin. Sue watched from the pillow she knelt upon to the right of the chief as the women were dragged into the arena. By now there were no longer any new breeding woman (they had enough for the season), and each **** had come into her role. Sue saw the blue-skinned Dorma saunter with a sense of pride to the center podium. She seemed to have become the star attraction at these events.

Dorma looked defiantly at Sue. Her Atlantean pride still rang through her soul. She now hated the blonde human bitch. 'Why should she be the chief's main ****' thought Dorma. 'She has not even accepted him'. She felt the hands of her suitors caress her supple form. She never stopped looking at Sue. Finally, she decided to speak up. "I wish to challenge that whore for her position in the tribe." Dorma spat pointing to Sue.

Croaks permeated the Arena. A challenge had been issued. With that, the frog chief spoke over the commotion. "Ha!" he turned to Sue "looks like you have a competitor for the position of top **** of chief of the Southland tribe!" he looked at her sternly. "Do you accept?"

Sue stared back at the chief. "I am no **** of yours Gorgmoth-Guurk." She had been trained to learn his name as he had told her she would take the surname Guurk in time, but her own human voice could not pronounce it with the correct croaking. She did not care; in fact, she purposely said it wrong. "Nor do I agree to this foolishness."

Dorma screamed out. "Whore! I have seen the way you react to the chief's advances." These words made Sue sick to her stomach. Dorma continued, "What would your mate think?"

Sue's hatred began to build. The frog chief smiled as he saw the look of anger in her eyes. He spoke to loudly. "Let it be known that in such a battle, no collars of obedience need be worn." No one but Sue understood what that meant.

Something dark began to form deep inside Sue. She stood up and smiled what could only be described as evilly. "I accept the challenge." With that, the chief took off her collar. Sue knew she could kill Gorgmoth here and now, but something drew her to the edge of the podium where she stood proudly over the Arena. Without even stretching out her hand, she formed a **** noose around Dorma's neck. The Atlantean screamed out as the life was being drained from her. Sue laughed loudly. "Do you still think me a whore?" The **** Atlantean merely shook her head. Sue spoke strongly, "And do you submit ****". Dorma nodded and her form dropped to the sandy floor. The frog chief smiled at his blonde ****'s actions.

He put his green slimy arms on her shoulders. "And now you can punish her any way you like." He said licking her neck.

Many thoughts flashed in Susan's mind. With a new smile, she stated the punishment. "All other slaves leave the Arena. Tonight...it shall be only Dorma!" Confused the slaves were escorted out of the Arena, but the crowd loved the idea. Dorma screamed, as she was strapped over the main podium. Her frog masters were first up and one got under her while the other took her from behind. Their frog cocks sliced in an out of her dry cunt. Her screams were muffled by a frog cock in her throat. Soon her hands were rapped around two more green dicks, stroking them gently.

The crowd cheered. And on the podium Sue felt her skirt being lifted from behind. However, unlike other nights she put up no fight. Her eyes were focused on the scene before her. The lower **** she had defeated was receiving the punishment she deserved, and something about this excited Sue. She did not even protest as the frog chief began fastening the collar back around her neck. She bent her head forward as he clasped the item around her neck. Her mind drifted to the same thought that had plagued her for the past few days. Where were Reed and her teammates! But as the frog chief, Gorgmoth-Guurk again positioned his fat bulbous cock at her cunt, which was now slick with wetness in anticipation, she knew that they would not come in time. And, as the frog beast slipped his dick deeply into her again, she knew she was lost to the world forever.