But no. I was led from the ballroom into another large open chamber. This one looked like an arena. There was a large pit in the floor, ringed by a bannister where sadistic men could peer over sip their drinks, and watch whatever was happening below.
The pit was perhaps fifteen feet deep. Inside was a sandy dirt floor, like a roman coliseum. Steel cage doors were built into the wall, ready to hold the various subjects of the evening's entertainment. I was starting to see where they were going with this…
I was taken through a side door, down a set of stairs, and into the arena proper. I was walked through the sandy field, arms unbound again, and roughly shoved into one of the side cages. It was a cramped space, like a locker, with enough room to stand, but only a two foot by two foot square patch of floor to stand on. The men shut the door, and left.
Okay then… battle area. My mind immediately went to images of Christian martyrs in the roman colosseum, being thrown to the lions for the bloody entertainment of the heathen masses. I expected something similar was about to happen, only with big dicked rape-lions instead of normal murder-lions, a notable improvement to the overall entertainment value, in my opinion. I smirked wryly. Here I was, a former atheist, kidnapped by gods, turned into an angelic, self-sacrificing paragon of holiness, and fed to monsters in the colosseum. Oh, and I could do miracles, such as healing the sick with my glowing holy hands… I was pretty sure this made me eligible for sainthood when I died.
Saint Tyler, the Pure and Chaste. I chuckled.
Chloe was next, locked in a similar cage to mine. After her was the skittish ginger haired catgirl. Then, a caramel skinned low elf boy I didn't recognize from earlier. Finally, the broken wolfgirl who was tortured yesterday on the rack. The catgirl, wolfgirl and low elf looked terrified, paralyzed with dread. They weren't just scared of a little pain or humiliation, this was an existential fear, they were scared for their lives.
What did they know that I didn't?
The answer was obvious when I thought about it. They weren't Taint immune. If they got monster raped, they wouldn't necessarily die, but they'd become Tainted, twisted into something barely recognizable. Their minds would fade, overcome with sadistic lust, and they'd turn into who-knows-what kind of abomination. It wasn't true death, but it was still a sort of ego death.
I suppose it was lucky for them I was an Aasimar. If Lysander's theory was correct, I was the sexiest thing in the known universe, by monster standards. Catnip for rape beasts. Yep… dicks were going inside these holes tonight. Hopefully there weren't more than three monsters for my three holes. If there were more to satisfy, I hoped Chloe would pick up the slack and keep them away from the others.
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No more slaves arrived, but another door opened on the opposite end of the arena, and I saw the monsters emerge, clad only in slave collars similar to ours. There were five of them, eyes glazed over, pacified and made malleable with some sort of control magic. They were loaded into cages much like ours. Then their handlers spoke some sort of special release word, and their eyes sharpened again, suddenly staring at us with lust and hunger.
There were twelve cages in all, equally spread around the circular arena. The pattern alternated, one monster between each pair of slaves, and one slave between each pair of monsters. Five monsters, five victims. Two cages were left empty, on opposite sides of the arena, to make the whole display nice and symmetrical.
I got a good long look at the monsters as they were moved, and what lovely monsters they were…
One former elf, only recognizable as such because of her pretty face and pointed ears, had vicious chitinous crab pincers in place of hands, her armored carapace extending up to the shoulders and covering most of her body. The hard chitin was a dusty red, while her bare skin was pale. The hard carapace also covered her legs and feet, only turning to skin when it reached her tummy. Her chest and face were bare, but there were more spiny armored plates covering her back.
Her body was huge and bulky with muscle, and she stood at least six feet tall. She had feminine hips and lovely soft breasts on her chest. Yet I still had to question whether to really call her a girl despite her obvious feminine figure… There wasn't a pussy down there.
In place of her normal genitalia was horrifying monster cock. It was at least a foot long, and probably about three inches wide, about as thick as my closed fist. It was covered with hard segmented plates of crablike chitin, matching the rest of her armored body in appearance. It looked big and spiny, with sharp ridges and unnatural protrusions along the edges of the many hard segments that formed its shape. It would be horribly painful to take, viciously tearing me up on the inside. It was also erect, dripping with a dark brown, greasy precum that looked a bit like old motor oil. Her gaze was hungry and frantic, lost to madness and looking around desperately for something to rape.
The other corrupted slaves were similarly horrifying.
Ex-elf number two was big and purple, a hulking figure of seven feet, easily as large as Ash, though her muscles were just a bit less bulky. Her purple skin wasn't the pale desaturated liliac of most dark elves, this was a deep, vibrant, alien purple. She lacked any armored plating, but she had long sharp fingernails, two demonic horns curving upward out of her forehead, and a long, spaded tail sprouting above her muscular butt.
Like the other corrupted elf, she had a massive cock and balls in place of a pussy. Like Miss Crabby, this cock was also a foot long, hard and raging. It looked a little bit less scary than her sister's cock. This one only had a bunch of dense conical studs along its length, spaced evenly. But mercifully, the spikes looked dull, and maybe even a little bit squishy.
Of course, it wasn't all good news. This bumpy, studded cock was still monstrously huge. Like Crabby's dick, it was a foot long, and the width of a fist… Spines or no spines, this was going to hurt, oh fuck was it going to hurt…
Like Crabby, this dick was oozing with precum, but the fluid was a glowing neon green for some reason. Like her mutated sister in rape, she was panting with desire, clenching her teeth in frustration, drooling slightly as she looked around at the five potential victims for her cruel lust.