Thread: Fighting Against the Universe (Chaos x Sketchyequine)

As soon as the two headed beast appeared Jupiter knew that this wasnt a fight. It was an execution. These large beasts were well trained and they were usually paired against much smaller men and women who the government did not want to see survive these tournaments. Luckily for the victims at least, these kills were usually rather quick and less painful than slowly bleeding out from lesser wounds. Jupiter knew that if the roles were reversed she would much prefer to die via a quick clubbing than to suffer the agonies of these battles. She simply toe her eyes away when she saw the small, blue man entering the arena. She didnt want to see this. When the crowd began to cheer, Jupiter finally looked up and cocked her brow in surprise. How he hell is that man still alive? She wondered, head tilting to the side in true disbelief. He was an impressive specimen indeed for being able to defeat the ettin without even killing him, and for that she had her sights on him. He had won an event in the public eye today meaning that he would surely be prostituted out tonight. The champions always were if they were attractive enough for the rich girls to want to fuck. The tricky part would be for Jupiter to get him rather than one of the older women still cheating on their husbands. I bid you adieu, family. I must depart. She stated, and quickly made her exit. She wouldnt have much time to make arrangements before heading to the auction. Jupiter walked briskly to beat the crowd out and waved down a taxi which soon took off into the air towards her home. Upon arrival she moved briskly to check the guest room. This was where she kept the prostitute gladiators when she bought them for the evening. Jupiter was unconventional in that she frequented the auctions and spent ridiculous amounts of money on taking home these men for a night, but she had never once placed one of them between her thighs. There were multiple reasons for this. One She didnt see the appeal in having non-consensual sex with a man who was completely immobilized. Jupiter enjoyed touch and affection during love making sessions. Two Jupiter saw these gladiators more as people than animals. Three these men were constantly sleeping with other rich women if they had been around any duration of time. That sounded like a great way to get an STD. That was the last thing Jupiter needed. She was more into clean, unused men. She straightened things up and checked the locking mechanisms on the door of the spare room before nodding her head. It would hold. Keeping the gladiators chained, bound, and locked up was a manner of safety for Jupiter. She was the widow of a high ranking military general and the daughter of an influential, wealthy governor. Seeing as most of these men were POWs or screwed over by the military and government in some way or another it was safe to assume that she might be a hit on their hit list even after providing them with care and a warm bed to sleep in at night. She couldnt trust them enough to take the risk of losing her own life, so she kept them locked up as any sane woman would do, but at least she allowed them to keep on their trousers. Soon, it was time to head back to the auction house near the arena. Upon arrival Jupiter was overwhelmed by just how many men they were auctioning off that night. It must have been a good day for fights and intakes. Looking around, Jupiter offered a smile to a man who she had paid fo previously, glad to see that he was still alive. However, that was not the man she was hunting for. She kept looking, weaving through the countless women in ridiculous outfits just to get through. At the auction, the gladiators were bound in heavy metal shackles that kept their hands behind their back and completely concealed while ther feet were shackled both together and on the pedestal that they had been assigned to keep them from stepping down or wandering off. Most of them still wore the clothing they had been captured in as the government decided to forego uniforms to save on money. Stripped of everything except the fabric, hey wee then housed in tiny cells unless they were fighting, prostituting, or being sold as slaves to the locals. It was truly a pitiful existence. Finally she saw him was his blue flesh reflected in the dim lighting of the room. Jupiter pushed through more urgently until she found herself standing directly in front of the elf who was elevated above her for viewing. She placed on her facade and softened her expression to more closely resemble that of a desperate house wife looking at fresh meat and she reached out, trailing her fingertips along his thigh. Hey there, hotstuff. She purred, the entire thing fake but believable. You did well in the arena today. I think Im going to take you home. What do you say? Not that that matters. She smirked, moving over to the screen beside him that held the biddings. She sighed seeing just how high his price was already, but she put in her bid then stood in front of the monitor, glaring at anyone who seemed interested in making an approach. He was hers tonight, and she would make sure of it no matter the price.