Jenny’s dream was to be a famous adventurer. She could have lived a life of relative comfort in the sprawling city of Kirtbard, working in her father’s jewellery store, but she dreamed of travelling the countryside, fighting monsters, completing quests, and looting treasure.
So on her 20th birthday she stole a handful of precious necklaces from her father’s store, and used them to buy herself a suit of magical armour and a sturdy silver longsword. Her father would disown her, of course, but it wouldn’t matter once she was on her way to fame and fortune.
Clad in her shining new armour, she set out to leave the city – only to be stopped at the gates.
“Exit tax, miss,” said the bored gate guard. “Ten gold.”
Jenny had spent everything she had stolen on her armour. She had nothing left to pay the tax. She couldn’t leave the city – and she could hardly go back to her father after burglarising his shop.
A thought occurred to her – she could enter herself to fight in the gladiatorial combats that took place nightly in the city’s arena.
The arena was happy to have a pretty young buxom wench fighting – it would sell tickets – but she had to put up a stake in order to fight, and she still had no money.
In desperation, she offered to put up the magic helmet from her new armour as a stake – and the arena accepted.
She fought that night without her helmet – and although she fought bravely, she had vastly overestimated her skill with a sword, and she was defeated by the burly barbarian she fought, in front of a cheering crowd.
Now she was still stuck in the city – and worse off than before. She didn’t even have a place to sleep or food to eat, unless she promised the arena she would fight again on the next night, in which case they would give her a bed and a meal.
She had no choice but to try again – and this time she wagered her gauntlets.
It was another stunning defeat. She was knocked off her feet within minutes by a gorgeous athletic blonde knight.
Night by night, she wagered away the component pieces of her armour. She cried on the night that she gave up her breastplate, and went out with nothing protecting her chest but a thin tunic – but she cried even harder when the cruel rogue she fought against used his razor sharp sword to slice her tunic open and bare her breasts to the entire crowd. And she cried again when the arena told her it would not give her a replacement, and that she would simply have to go bare-titted if she couldn’t afford to buy herself a new shirt.
Despite her constant losses, she was still popular with the fans – and even more popular now that they had seen her tits. The arena master let Jenny know that she was receiving offers from spectators who wanted to fuck her, and if she might be willing to accept some, she could avoid wagering more of her possessions.
But Jenny was too proud to prostitute herself – at least at that point – and foolishly wagered the remainder of her armour on the next fight. She was improving, she thought, and without armour she was actually moving faster and with more agility. She knew she could win.
Except she couldn’t, and the gruff white-bearded ravager from the icy northern realms that she fought took care to rip her pants and panties from her body before finishing the fight, pulling her legs apart so that the whole cheering crowd could see her cunt. Then he took his cock out and made her acknowledge his victory by kissing it.
That was the end for Jenny. She wasn’t so stupid as to think she could ever win a fight if she wagered away her sword as well – so there was nothing left to offer except her body. And so every night she would fight in the arena, nude, and be beaten and humiliated in front of the crowd. And then afterwards a wealthy fan would enter Jenny’s meagre quarters at the arena and fuck her.
Jenny had never expected to lose her virginity to a stranger, for money, but that was what happened. And she had certainly never expected that she would cum from such an embarrassing arrangement, but after the stress and fear and humiliation of all her battles, she felt a thrilling pleasure and release when her cunt was finally penetrated, and she began uncontrollably humping against her anonymous client, orgasming at the same time he did.
She pretended that she hated prostituting herself like this – but Jenny came to enjoy being fucked each night after her fights. It felt like what she deserved, for being so stupid, for losing so many fights, but in any case it turned out she just loved the feeling of having her cunt ravaged, no matter whose cock was doing the ravaging.
She kept improving as she fought – gradually, but meaningfully. There were nights when she almost won. On a rematch with the rogue who had destroyed her tunic, she came so close to forcing him to a standstill that when he did, eventually defeat her, he bent her over his knee and began spanking her ass as though she were a child, in a cold rage, until the arena guards eventually made him stop.
They were a little too late, though, because that was the night that Jenny learned she could cum from being spanked, even if a whole crowd was watching her.
Finally the arena master came to Jenny with an offer. A fan wanted to *buy* her. All of her, in the sense that she would become owned property – a slave. It was legal in Kirtbard, if the slave consented to enter that arrangement. If Jenny was prepared to wager her freedom, the arena master would give her back all her magical armour, for one battle only, and she could keep it if she won.
Jenny was scared – but it was her only chance to get free of her predicament. She agreed.
But it was a trap. Her opponent was the arena champion, a hulking bear of a man who had never been defeated. Despite all of Jenny’s new skill, he ran circles around her, toying with her. He cut off each piece of her armour, one by one, until Jenny was naked once again. Then he disarmed her. Then he forced her to the ground, took out his cock, and raped her in front of the entire arena crowd.
The crowd went wild with delight. They screamed with excitement as they watched him force his cock into Jenny and slam it in and out until he had filled her fuckhole with his cum.
And, just like that, Jenny was property. A slave.
The irony was that in becoming a slave, Jenny also achieved her dream.
Her new owner turned out to be an adventurer himself – a handsome wizard, who was looking for a hireling.
“I don’t like the name Jenny,” he told her. “I’m renaming you to Sluthole. And you will call me sir.”
“Yes, sir,” said the newly-named Sluthole. “Is my job to protect you, sir?”
“Certainly,” said the wizard. “But mostly I need you as a distraction.”
“A distraction, sir?” asked Sluthole.
“I intend to steal the Gem of Yrgros from the local goblin tribe,” he said. “I understand they are partial to raping pretty women, so I will send you in, and you will lose because you are incompetent. And then while they are raping you I can steal the gem. You can sneak away afterwards when they are exhausted from cumming inside you.”
Sluthole when red with shock and humiliation when she heard this plan.
“And then we will try the same trick on the ogres who live in the hills,” said the wizard. “Their cocks are large and will likely cause you some discomfort, but that is your business. Just hold their attention while I raid their supplies of precious ores. And then I suppose we can see whether the hell-wolves of the forest might like a turn with you while I investigate whether their den holds any treasures…”
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Jenny wants to be an adventurer - but instead she finds herself indebted to the arena, forced to fight naked as a gladiator.