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Re: The Great Hunt (Tassadar) GM'ed by MAF
Routa would await the proper display of Kavika's secret handshake whenever she felt like showing it.
"Each tournament happens starting every month, and there's bracket matches held every week. So if you lose during the first week, you'll have to wait out the rest of the month. However, if you're in the stalls, the longest they can hold you there is a week or until you're pregnant. After that, they let you go in order to either get you back to training, or to let you give birth." Junger stated.
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Once Kavika offered her neck, she snapped the collar around her flesh, causing an arousing rush flow through her mind, as if one person's will was connecting with her own. A connection of sorts, of slave to master, and quite an erotic master at that. However, Kavika did not feel as if her master was the elf in front of her. Routa seemed to suffer a similar feeling, a flush on her face as a result. "So eager to get fucked, are we?" the dark elf chuckled, before looking to the other elf, who nodded at her, seemingly indicating that she'd handle things while she delivered the two new entrants. "Follow me, whores." she declared. Her command had no impact due to the collar, further indicating that the master was indeed not her.
Leading them through a short tunnel and hooking right through a tunnel that rounded with the circular nature of the arena building, the dark elf approached a pair of orcs in heavy armor guarding a heavy door that had runes and seemingly all kinds of magical protections on it. "Fresh meat, boys." she declared. Then, the orcs looked at the two girls. "Whatever your reasons are, you have my sympathies." one orc said to Kavika and Routa. Then, they patted Kavika and Routa down, checking all over, even under their breasts and around their ass and crotches. "You will probably be here the rest of your life, unless you sell yourself as a slave." the other warned them of their fate. "Sorry, that's just how it always goes." he then apologized.
Once they were patted down, they were led inside through the door that made a loud creak as the orcs both struggled to push it. It made a loud slam once they walked through and the orcs sealed it tight, the girls suffering a tingling sensation as they walked through what could only be magical barriers. This place was no doubt heavily protected to prevent it's contestants, or rather it's victims, from leaving. "I'll be writing your names down in the list of contestants to be drawn into a lot to determine who you fight and when." the elf announced. "You maggots just need to sit in the contester commons. Train, sleep, eat, shower, do whatever you want. What happens here is out of our control. So you'd best manage yourselves. If you can't make it to a match because your opponent seduced you and knocked you up, that's your own fault, and is considered a failure." She said, walking through the simplistic and prison-like hallways with various signs that gave directions to: Beds, Messhall, Training, and Showers. That was it. The dark elf led them to the showers, where it seemed a mass of the contestants seemed to be. Largely a mix of crolian humans and orcs, but also had rarer breeds here and there. "Hey, maggots, listen up! You have a new addition to the family!" the dark elf cried out. Everyone in the showers, naked and some covered in suds, turned to look at the two entrants into their territory while steaming water poured onto their bodies. "This red haired bitch calls herself the Huntress. She's an arrogant bitch, so I'm sure you'll enjoy breaking her in. And this one named herself Stampede. She looks tough, so I'm pretty sure she'll survive whatever abuse you want to give her~" she said, as if encouraging them to harm Kavika and Routa with a sadistic coo.
"Welcome to the family." The dark elf laughed, while Jungar shook his head. She then gave the two girls a shove, before close the doors behind them. Almost immediately, various members of the showers turned, and approached them. Three orcs, one female, one tall bald crolian man, two crolian women of similar builds to Routa, and a demoness with blue skin and huge breasts. "Welcome to the family indeed." the demon giggled, while the bald crolian fumed. "Who the fuck are you, huh!? And what's with that stupid fucking mask!? I'm sick and tired of seeing new contestants! Do you know how fucking long we've been here!? How much humiliation we've suffered!?" he accused the two women. Then, the human woman gestured angrily at Kavika. "Take off the mask." she said, while an orc shook his head, putting one hand to his crotch, stroking himself. "No, take off everything." he said. Though they were an intimidating force, there were plenty others in the showers who just ignored what was happening. "This is your initiation into the pit." the female orc declared. "So, shall we do this the easy way, or the hard way? Either way, you're going to learn just how 'welcome' your sorry ass is."
Erect, and looking aggressive beyond belief, it was Routa who stepped forward with initiative, folding her arms around her breasts and glaring at the group. "The easy way. Where you all back the fuck up and get out of the way." she declared, before the crolian man drilled a punch into her midsection... And did absolutely nothing. Routa didn't even budge as a smack of flesh against flesh was heard. Routa simply glared at the man as he started backing up, sudden fear on his face as Routa simply nullified all of his punch with her toughness. "That 'almost' hurt. Anyone else?" she taunted.
"Do you think you can take all of us on?" the orc male questioned.
"Do you want to find out?" Routa retorted.
Routa would await the proper display of Kavika's secret handshake whenever she felt like showing it.
"Each tournament happens starting every month, and there's bracket matches held every week. So if you lose during the first week, you'll have to wait out the rest of the month. However, if you're in the stalls, the longest they can hold you there is a week or until you're pregnant. After that, they let you go in order to either get you back to training, or to let you give birth." Junger stated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once Kavika offered her neck, she snapped the collar around her flesh, causing an arousing rush flow through her mind, as if one person's will was connecting with her own. A connection of sorts, of slave to master, and quite an erotic master at that. However, Kavika did not feel as if her master was the elf in front of her. Routa seemed to suffer a similar feeling, a flush on her face as a result. "So eager to get fucked, are we?" the dark elf chuckled, before looking to the other elf, who nodded at her, seemingly indicating that she'd handle things while she delivered the two new entrants. "Follow me, whores." she declared. Her command had no impact due to the collar, further indicating that the master was indeed not her.
Leading them through a short tunnel and hooking right through a tunnel that rounded with the circular nature of the arena building, the dark elf approached a pair of orcs in heavy armor guarding a heavy door that had runes and seemingly all kinds of magical protections on it. "Fresh meat, boys." she declared. Then, the orcs looked at the two girls. "Whatever your reasons are, you have my sympathies." one orc said to Kavika and Routa. Then, they patted Kavika and Routa down, checking all over, even under their breasts and around their ass and crotches. "You will probably be here the rest of your life, unless you sell yourself as a slave." the other warned them of their fate. "Sorry, that's just how it always goes." he then apologized.
Once they were patted down, they were led inside through the door that made a loud creak as the orcs both struggled to push it. It made a loud slam once they walked through and the orcs sealed it tight, the girls suffering a tingling sensation as they walked through what could only be magical barriers. This place was no doubt heavily protected to prevent it's contestants, or rather it's victims, from leaving. "I'll be writing your names down in the list of contestants to be drawn into a lot to determine who you fight and when." the elf announced. "You maggots just need to sit in the contester commons. Train, sleep, eat, shower, do whatever you want. What happens here is out of our control. So you'd best manage yourselves. If you can't make it to a match because your opponent seduced you and knocked you up, that's your own fault, and is considered a failure." She said, walking through the simplistic and prison-like hallways with various signs that gave directions to: Beds, Messhall, Training, and Showers. That was it. The dark elf led them to the showers, where it seemed a mass of the contestants seemed to be. Largely a mix of crolian humans and orcs, but also had rarer breeds here and there. "Hey, maggots, listen up! You have a new addition to the family!" the dark elf cried out. Everyone in the showers, naked and some covered in suds, turned to look at the two entrants into their territory while steaming water poured onto their bodies. "This red haired bitch calls herself the Huntress. She's an arrogant bitch, so I'm sure you'll enjoy breaking her in. And this one named herself Stampede. She looks tough, so I'm pretty sure she'll survive whatever abuse you want to give her~" she said, as if encouraging them to harm Kavika and Routa with a sadistic coo.
"Welcome to the family." The dark elf laughed, while Jungar shook his head. She then gave the two girls a shove, before close the doors behind them. Almost immediately, various members of the showers turned, and approached them. Three orcs, one female, one tall bald crolian man, two crolian women of similar builds to Routa, and a demoness with blue skin and huge breasts. "Welcome to the family indeed." the demon giggled, while the bald crolian fumed. "Who the fuck are you, huh!? And what's with that stupid fucking mask!? I'm sick and tired of seeing new contestants! Do you know how fucking long we've been here!? How much humiliation we've suffered!?" he accused the two women. Then, the human woman gestured angrily at Kavika. "Take off the mask." she said, while an orc shook his head, putting one hand to his crotch, stroking himself. "No, take off everything." he said. Though they were an intimidating force, there were plenty others in the showers who just ignored what was happening. "This is your initiation into the pit." the female orc declared. "So, shall we do this the easy way, or the hard way? Either way, you're going to learn just how 'welcome' your sorry ass is."
Erect, and looking aggressive beyond belief, it was Routa who stepped forward with initiative, folding her arms around her breasts and glaring at the group. "The easy way. Where you all back the fuck up and get out of the way." she declared, before the crolian man drilled a punch into her midsection... And did absolutely nothing. Routa didn't even budge as a smack of flesh against flesh was heard. Routa simply glared at the man as he started backing up, sudden fear on his face as Routa simply nullified all of his punch with her toughness. "That 'almost' hurt. Anyone else?" she taunted.
"Do you think you can take all of us on?" the orc male questioned.
"Do you want to find out?" Routa retorted.