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A dirt circle twenty yards across, wooden walls fifteen feet high. At the top of the walls men leaned out over a railing, making cat calls at the slave. Behind them stands rose steeply. Easily a hundred men were watching. Perhaps half of them were guards, the remainder slaves who were being rewarded with a night's entertainment. Some would fight, and all the winners would have rewards of another sort. A pair of slaves stood behind the open doors at opposite ends of the arena, both flanked by guards. Both were, unusually for this arena, women. On the Eastern side, looking into the setting sun with her one good eye was Sena Hillguard. To the west, the shade was parted by torches above to reveal the orc Chichira.
Aust's intro:
34's Intro:
The doors to the dirt arena slammed shut behind the two slaves, and there was the sound of a latch going home. Up above a gong sounded, and a scream of "FIGHT!" went up from the crowd.
Aust's intro:
One of the guards held Sena's collar firmly, tugging up on it enough that she could feel it, but not quite enough to force her onto tippy toes. The other cut the ropes binding her forearms together behind her back. The last week had not been fun, and the fact that this was the first time it seemed they might let her freely use her hands for more than a few seconds was the least of the reasons why.
Things were bad enough for the men, down in the mine. Working all day until you were exhausted, beaten if you refused or fell short. For a woman that wasn't yet trusted enough to hold a pick, the guards found other uses. Sena's legs were still tied together with a length of thick rope, allowing her to spread them no more than shoulder-width apart as she was pushed through the open doorway.
The light of the setting sun blinded her for a moment as she was pushed into the light. The guard behind her spoke, "Win, and you can start working the mines tomorrow. Lose, and you'll keep working on your back, as it were."
Across the arena another door opened, and an orc with long black hair was pushed through. The female orc was considerably more feminine than the few other of her sort in the mines, clearly strong but still soft, with prominent breasts. She wore rags much like those of the human slave, and as Sena watched one of the guards with her shoved a two-handed sword into her hand, its wooden blade covered with cloth along the single edge. The guard that had cut her arms free held out a similar sword to the one-eyed woman, but hesitated a moment, looking at his fellow behind Sena. A ripping sound and sudden breeze behind her quickly explained why, and the crowd roared as the rags were ripped away, leaving the human woman to face her foe wearing only a collar, eyepatch, and ankle bindings.
The sword was dropped on the ground a few feet in front of her, and Sena saw that it was a short-sword. Not the larger two-handed variety that she was used to. A quick glance at the other slave's sword showed a two-handed grip, though size was hard to judge against the orc's larger frame. The same quick glance also revealed the rags suddenly tenting out as her opponent looked over Sena's naked body. Tenting out quite considerably, in fact.
Things were bad enough for the men, down in the mine. Working all day until you were exhausted, beaten if you refused or fell short. For a woman that wasn't yet trusted enough to hold a pick, the guards found other uses. Sena's legs were still tied together with a length of thick rope, allowing her to spread them no more than shoulder-width apart as she was pushed through the open doorway.
The light of the setting sun blinded her for a moment as she was pushed into the light. The guard behind her spoke, "Win, and you can start working the mines tomorrow. Lose, and you'll keep working on your back, as it were."
Across the arena another door opened, and an orc with long black hair was pushed through. The female orc was considerably more feminine than the few other of her sort in the mines, clearly strong but still soft, with prominent breasts. She wore rags much like those of the human slave, and as Sena watched one of the guards with her shoved a two-handed sword into her hand, its wooden blade covered with cloth along the single edge. The guard that had cut her arms free held out a similar sword to the one-eyed woman, but hesitated a moment, looking at his fellow behind Sena. A ripping sound and sudden breeze behind her quickly explained why, and the crowd roared as the rags were ripped away, leaving the human woman to face her foe wearing only a collar, eyepatch, and ankle bindings.
The sword was dropped on the ground a few feet in front of her, and Sena saw that it was a short-sword. Not the larger two-handed variety that she was used to. A quick glance at the other slave's sword showed a two-handed grip, though size was hard to judge against the orc's larger frame. The same quick glance also revealed the rags suddenly tenting out as her opponent looked over Sena's naked body. Tenting out quite considerably, in fact.
34's Intro:
Chichira walked into the arena to see a young human woman standing opposite her, squinting in the dying light through her one good eye. She had seen the place before once or twice in the month or so that she'd been forced to work the mines. This would be her first fight in it, though. "Win, and you can keep the girl a while. Lose... maybe you end up someone else's prize. Plenty of slaves would kill even for your sort of 'company'." He pressed a wooden sword into the orc's hand, one hand on the hilt of the rather less wooden dagger in his belt.
Across the circle of dirt the young human was being stripped, and a smaller sword was tossed on the ground in front of her. The crowd appreciated the sight, and the sexual attraction of her opponent was undeniable to Chi. She could feel herself getting hard. The rope that bound her feet together would make running difficult, but it shouldn't interfere too much with fighting. Or fucking. The guards had even lengthened it a bit before the fight, giving her nearly three feet of slack.
The other woman seemed to have an ordinary collar on, leather rather than the silver one that Bound Chi's powers. Her own rags had been left on, which was somewhat of a mercy. The guards didn't seem to appreciate her member. That gave her a certain amount of protection from the guards that few of the other female slaves enjoyed. Which didn't stop her being offered as a reward to other slaves who did well in the mine, or won fights like these. Many of the slaves were desperate enough to ignore anything if they could get pussy.
Across the circle of dirt the young human was being stripped, and a smaller sword was tossed on the ground in front of her. The crowd appreciated the sight, and the sexual attraction of her opponent was undeniable to Chi. She could feel herself getting hard. The rope that bound her feet together would make running difficult, but it shouldn't interfere too much with fighting. Or fucking. The guards had even lengthened it a bit before the fight, giving her nearly three feet of slack.
The other woman seemed to have an ordinary collar on, leather rather than the silver one that Bound Chi's powers. Her own rags had been left on, which was somewhat of a mercy. The guards didn't seem to appreciate her member. That gave her a certain amount of protection from the guards that few of the other female slaves enjoyed. Which didn't stop her being offered as a reward to other slaves who did well in the mine, or won fights like these. Many of the slaves were desperate enough to ignore anything if they could get pussy.
The doors to the dirt arena slammed shut behind the two slaves, and there was the sound of a latch going home. Up above a gong sounded, and a scream of "FIGHT!" went up from the crowd.
Welcome to slavery! It sucks! You should probably do something about that!
I don't intend to generally do separate spoilers, but in this particular case I wanted to give you a better idea of where you're starting, and it isn't in quite the same place.
Sena: fine, can't run, a one-handed wooden sword lies on the ground in front of her.
Chi: fine, Sealed, holding a two-handed wooden sword.
I don't intend to generally do separate spoilers, but in this particular case I wanted to give you a better idea of where you're starting, and it isn't in quite the same place.
Sena: fine, can't run, a one-handed wooden sword lies on the ground in front of her.
Chi: fine, Sealed, holding a two-handed wooden sword.