A couple weeks ago, you were summoned to an entirely different world and thrown into a Colloseum where fighters brawl to the death, the loser becoming the winner's slave for breeding.

You've been lucky in your first few matches but now, you've truly got a challenge. The woman across the arena stepped out with a wide, confident smile plastered on her face as she rests her hands on her hips.

Marl: "HAHAHA!! You've met your match, weakling! Give up now.. and our session won't be so harsh~"

You shrug, grinning cockily back at her before rushing forward to close the distance between you. She meets your charge with a confident lunge of her own, the sound of impact echoing through the arena as your muscles strain against one another in brutal agony.

Furious that you've managed to land some punches on her, Marl growls as she uses your momentum against you. As she pushes you back, her hand lashes out like a whip toward your head and neck. You must act fast or find yourself dazed and at her mercy!

Her hand whips through the air once more, faster than you expect, aiming for your chin and the side of your neck. Her eyes are locked on you as she tries to gauge your reaction, her body tensing with every movement.

Her hand whips through the air once more, faster than you expect, aiming for your chin and the side of your neck. Her eyes are locked on you as she tries to gauge your reaction, her body tensing with every movement.

Her hand connects solidly with your neck, the impact throwing you off balance. You stagger back a step as pain shoots through your body, her grip tightening around your throat, cutting off your air supply. Your vision begins to darken, and she grins maliciously at you. "Pathetic..." she mutters before trying to slam your head into the ground.

With a grunt of effort, you manage to pull yourself free from her grasp and stumble away, coughing violently as air rushes back into your lungs. Your muscles burn with exhaustion and pain but you refuse to give up yet; you must find a way to turn the tables on this confident bitch!

"You'll regret that..." She hisses before charging at you with renewed vigor, fists raised and ready to strike again. You can feel your strength failing as she closes in on you, but there must be some way... some opportunity for escape or retaliation...

She stops inches from your face, breathing heavily, her eyes alight with triumph and hunger as she stares into yours. "Good choice..." She whispers, her hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. "Now come with me, slave." And with that, Marl grabs ahold of you roughly by the hair and pulls you toward one of the dark hallways leading out of the arena.

With a mocking laugh, she shoves you roughly forward down the dark hallway, her grip on your hair never letting up for even a moment. The further she pulls you along, the more oppressive it feels - as if this journey is taking an eternity and leading nowhere good.

Your heart sinks when she finally stops at the entrance to what appears to be some sort of dungeon-like chamber: chains hanging from the ceiling, rusty shackles scattered about on the stone floor... it's clear where this is all heading.

Laughing cruelly, she yanks your hair back harder, forcing your face up to look at hers. "Oh, I don't think so..." Her voice drips with venom. "You're mine now, and I plan on enjoying every second of it." With that final warning, she yanks you once more, thrusting you into the dimly lit cell before throwing you to the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

As you struggle to catch your breath, you see her fastening those chains around your wrists, binding them tightly together above your head, leaving you utterly helpless and vulnerable. "Now," She says with a sinister smile, walking slowly towards you, "let's begin..."

Laughter bubbles up from her throat at your feeble attempt to stall. "Oh, don't you worry about that," she says, waving a hand dismissively as she approaches. "I've already taken care of it." She kneels down beside you, running her fingers through your hair possessively before leaning in close, her hot breath caressing your cheek.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper: "You'll be as addicted to my cum as I am to yours... and once that happens, there will be no escape." Her hand moves up, cupping your cheek before tracing your jawline with her fingers, sending shivers down your spine. "But don't worry," she adds maliciously, leaning in even closer, "it won't take long for the effects to kick in..."

Laughing coldly, Marl pins you to the floor with one strong arm, painfully squeezing your windpipe as she leans down into your ear. "Too late for that, slave." With a spiteful grin, she pushes against your throat, relieving the pressure just enough for you to gasp for air. "Besides, what choice do you have now? You're here, under my control, and there's no escaping that." She glances down between your legs, eyes narrowed dangerously as she takes in the sight of your hard cock straining against your bonds. "And it'll only get worse..."