Too weak to move

You find yourself too weak to move. The amount of fucking has left your body stiff with cum, and your abused snatch hurts when you move. You weakly grasp up at the air hoping someone can drag you away from this situation. A dark shadow looms over you as you pass out.

When you awake you’re in an unfamiliar location. The walls around you appear to be wood as you stare down at a stone floor. You’re standing in an awkward bending position and appear to be stuck in a hole in the wall. You’re held in place by a metal brace around your waist and can’t see your lower half on the other side of the wall. Your chest is bare and you don’t seem to be wearing anything on your legs, besides what feels like socks that go up to your thighs. That’s when your situation dawns on you.

“No! This can’t! I can’t!” you yell trying to shake your way out and pry at the metal brace. You feel two large hands grasp your butt on the other side of the wall. A cold gel like liquid is poured onto your rear as a finger coated in it pushes into your asshole. You grunt as the finger violates your ass. The finger withdraws as something much bigger presses up against your hole. Still struggling, you feel as the cock presses it’s way into your ass. You cry out in destress as it does so. You flail your legs to little effect. With no hope for escape you fall limp as someone enters your room.

A character you recognize as the announcer from the fighting ring enters as he sits on a barrel in front of you.

“Please, help me.” You **** out looking up at him. His face shows no warmth as he looks down at you like a caged animal.

“You’ll be freed. Eventually. For now, I need you working off your debt.”

“Debt?” you say confused.

“I had a large sum of money riding on you newcomer. And you failed me.” He says this lifting you by the hair to look him in the face. “I’ll need you to put those holes of yours to use to pay your way back.” He says releasing your hair as he stands to his feet.

“No. Please no-nonono-no.” you stammer out still being taken from behind. You feel a familiar warmth spread within you as the man in your ass fills it with his seed.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice my dear.” He says smiling as he gives your face a light, playful slap. He exits the room leaving you alone in the darkness. Doomed to be a whore until he deems you worthy of paying off your debt. At least you won’t have to worry about becoming pregnant for much longer. If the men at the fighting ring didn’t knock you up, any of the hundreds of clients you’ll serve likely will. You close your eyes as you feel the next customer push his member into your dwarvern cunt.