As Jordan reaches her climax, the cheers of the crowd reach a new high, almost seeming to shake the ground as she trembles atop the thug's shaft.  The cheering continues as she arches her back, and as pleasure rocks her body.  It continues as shafts continue to move in her, and hands continue to stroke her body.<br/><br/>And yet, even after her climax begins to fade, the cheering continues.  The audience members know what is coming next.<br/><br/>Despite her inexperience, it is obvious to Jordan when the men surrounding her begin to reach their own climaxes.  It is the two in her hands that climax first, groaning, their hips beginning to jerk spasmodically.  They cum one after the other, first the one on her right, then the one on the left.  Their hot seed splashes on her neck, shoulders, down onto her breasts.  The man in her mouth reaches his climax next.  He hold her head in his hands, pressing his hops forward, driving his shaft deep into her mouth.  A moment later, she can feel him erupt inside her mouth, the hot fluid filling almost to the back of her throat.  Finally, she feels the leader grip her hips firmly, as he pumps furiously into her.  His seed erupts deep inside her, filling her up.<br/><br/>"Ladies and gentlemen, Jordan Fenix!"  The announcer's voice speaks again, the magically amplified words piercing even over the cheer of the crowd.  "I'm sure we'll be seeing her again soon!"  The cheering is defining.<br/><br/>Slowly, the leader eases Jordan off his shaft.  While her body is still unresponding, he grabs the rope, resecuring her arms to her waist.  Without a word exchanged, the four thugs lift her, carrying her through the door they had entered through.<br/><br/>If Jordan can muster the concentration to look at her surroundings, after a few twists and turns, she sees a long stone corridor, much the same as the one that they traveled through to get to the arena.  Simple wooden doors are on each side of the corridor.  At the sound of booted feet, some of the doors open, revealing a variety of beautiful women, in various states of dress or undress.  Some of them gaze at her in sympathy, some turn their heads away.  One, a tall woman with fairly short black hair, and cold blue eyes smirks as she is carried by, a cruel, cutting look.<br/><br/>Finally, they turn, pushing open a door.  Inside are two simple but serviceable beds, with linens and pillows.  At the foot of each is a small table with washbasin, and a storage chest.  Surprisingly carefully, the men lay Jordan down on the bed on the right side.  The leader reaches up and, with a 'click', fastens some sort of collar around her neck.  "That'll stop your magic.  You can try if you want, but nothing'll happen.  Bath is a few doors down; you might want to use that."  He chuckles, gesturing further down the hallway in the direction they had been traveling.  "Boss'll be here later, too.  Once your friend is done."<br/><br/>Leaning closer, the leader brushes her cheek with one hand.  "That was real nice, little virgin.  Or, ex-virgin, now.  Maybe I'll see you again, sometime."  Laughing roughly, he turns, the four men exiting the room, leaving the door just slightly ajar.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Scowling, Miri, flashes a nasty glare at the men assigned to guard her.  In different circumstances, she might have tried taking them on, but with two casters amongst the four of them, her odds did not seem good.  Settling back in her chair, she crosses her shapely, athletic legs, doing her best to appear calm and composed.  "How long is this likely to take?"  She asks.  "Does Jordan get to do a victory bow after she beats your man, or what?"