I noticed that everyone seems to be giving me strange looks. Lots of the men leering at me, and the women blushing and hiding their eyes away from gazing at me. I slowly look around to see that I make everyone uncomfortable with my presence.
“Why does it seem everyone has a problem with me being here?” I ask my guide.
“Because you are half naked. We do not like to flaunt our… privates around so brazenly like you. Part of why we are here is to get you into suitable clothes that don’t make you stand out so much.” His voice was stern and straightforward as I gazed down at my voluptuous breasts.
Sighing much to myself I rolled my shoulders. Instead of being shamed I straightened my back and thrust my assets forward to rub my glory into their faces. It would be uncomfortable to follow these people’s ideas of what I should be wearing. Already I found myself at a clothing store that I was escorted into.
Shawls and full body covers lined every wall. Not even holes were cut out for those with tails. I couldn’t imagine being so ashamed of yourself that you would have to cover everything up. I just couldn’t abide by it. “I’ll wear something to cover myself but none of these full length ones. It will just tangle me up when I am about to fight.”
“While you are working under our purse strings you will at least cover your torso, and wear undergarments so that when your wrap lifts people won’t see your immodesty.” Tala says as he picks up a shawl built for someone half my size and brings it over to me. Whoever would have worn it would have been as broad as me. A sash was around the waist that would just be below my breasts.
My guide picked out several more things as his wife did as well. Soon sets of clothes in three separate colors were thrust into my hands. Wafaa held clothes for who I assumed to be Bongani. Frowning at the thought of him being given the honor of clothes I felt a bubbling in my chest. He was for me to gaze upon whenever I wished. Not to be hidden from my sight. It was a male’s place to be appealing to his mistress.
With great reluctance I pulled on the garments being purchased for me. Unstrapping and putting on my trophy took some time as the strap and sash had to be tied in the right sequence for everything to sit right. Already the garments under my wrap rubbed uncomfortably against my cock. The way it sat pressed the meat of my dick against my own pussy and I wanted to squirm and readjust before walking forward. Unfortunately, I follow the guide’s words. If I wanted to keep the support I was being given it would be best to follow the rules.
Wafaa took the clothes and walked away from me and Tala. I could see a large building raised towards the north of our position and we walked slowly over to it. “It is time to show you the fighting pits. You’ll be in your first bout tonight and see if you are worthy of investment. I will go over some of the rules of it all and I expect you to listen attentively.”
Taking a deep breath I sighed once more, my hand unconsciously adjusting my cock to sit better in the blasted underclothes they forced me to wear. It felt so unnatural for me to be covering the body I spent a lifetime sculpting into a symbol of power and desire. The foolishness of it all rubbed me the wrong way. “When can I take these blasted clothes off? Will I have to wear them in the fight?”
Tala hissed in agitation at my words and rounded on me with a glare. “You are not in some savage land woman. We are civilized here and people don’t walk around bare as babes. You will wear the clothes we have bought for you anytime you are outside of the house we have provided for you. If you are seen walking around like you were earlier I will personally make sure you are kicked out of this town.”
My ire raised in my chest as my hackles tensed. Being spoken to so brazenly by a male of all things. How dare you look down upon me and my people. It took all that it was in me not to smack him down and beat him into his place at my feet. My knuckles popped with how tensely I was making fists.
“I see your anger and I dare you to strike me. You will be surrounded by guards and in shackles for the slave market within the day. We don’t just walk around like savages and force others into their place.” He pointed a finger at my face and hissed once more. “Physical strength is nearly worthless outside the arena. You’ll learn what is really worth anything while you are here.”
Grinding my teeth I did my best to relax my body. I took deep breaths through my nose and exhaled slowly and controlled. “Fine,” I growled as I pushed his hand away from pointing at me. “I’ll follow your people’s rules. Though in the home you have given me expect me to be following what my people do.”
He shrugged, turning his back to me with impunity. “What you do in privacy is no business of mine. Follow the rules of our people though or you will be seen as a threat and something to be purged.”
The urge to grab him by the back of the neck and force him to his knees flared through me for his impertinence of turning his back to me. Acting as if he were my better in all things when I could easily kill him rankled me. Stiffly I walked after him as we approached the larger building.
It was oval in shape, one ramp up slightly and another down into the darkness of the ground. “You’ll be going down into the staging area. That is where you will get ready for your fights and equip what weapons and armor you will be provided. If you want to come and watch the other bouts you go up those steps and find a seat amongst it all.
I followed him down the ramp and into the dim light below. The walls were rough hewn as we came to an open seating area. The walls had small holes to let in the natural light of the day. The walls were lined with wooden weapons and thick leather armor. The dank smell of sweat filled the air quite thickly.
“Fights are every Three days. You’ll be on the roster. We are starting a tournament to find our town’s champion. You are being sponsored by me and the Sunwatcher Clan. Eight people have been submitted for this privilege.” He ran a finger along the weaponry. “Fights are to submission. Killing is strictly forbidden and if it happens you will be disqualified and arrested for the slave markets.”
With arms crossed I nodded along as I listened to the rules. The sparring ring was much the same. “What about eye gouging? Breaking bones?” I had to know. Eyes were forbidden targets amongst the women as permanently crippling others in the clan was a drain on all resources.
“If you are comfortable ruining someone’s life in order to win, feel free. Though you will get a reputation for being a more savage combatant.” Motioning towards the armor I walked up to it and found some pieces that might fit. Mostly for my arms and legs. All of the armor was fit for men and didn’t have the room needed to accommodate my chest. “You’ll be expected to have clothes under the armor.”
I rolled my shoulders as I looked at all the various weapons. Clubs, spears, thinner longer weapons I was unfamiliar with. I grabbed them feeling around for anything that felt comfortable. “Tell me more about money. I have to extend some trust to you about how I’m getting paid.”
“There are two kinds of coinage that you’ll have to get used to. Copper stars, silver moons. Ten stars to a moon. Most things will cost coppers, only the most expensive of things cost moons. All the towns with the arenas have the same currency. If you want to make more than a regular win you might want to get into the betting.” I followed him out into an expansive pit. I looked about, around shoulder height all around were the beginnings of the seats. Two rows of them layered themselves for viewing.
“Tell me more about this betting,” I demand.
“You won’t be able to do any of that yourself. However, your man can place bids. Though if you’re caught losing a match on purpose I’ll make sure you pay.” His eyes were piercing me.
“I never lose on purpose. That’s an idiotic thing to do.” I ran a hand along the wall feeling the hard packed dirt. “How long do fights normally last?”
“Depends on the type of fights. There are singles, doubles, and group contests. You’re in the singles, we aren’t big enough for anything greater than that.” We walked through another staging room much the same as before. “Do you have any more questions?”
“If I win I’ll be the town’s champion. When do we go further north and would it interfere with me seeking out access to the dungeon?” I sat down on the long bench at the center of the room and took a deep scent of the sweat. The unfamiliar smells soaking into my nose.
“I’ll encourage you to stay with the arena. Dungeons have been highly regulated and restricted. You might not be able to join in on them for quite some time.” I could hear the contempt in his voice. I was nothing more than a tool and sounding like I wasn’t going to be useful very long was making him find me less of an attractive investment.
“We will see. I need to get stronger. My mother got strong in the dungeons. It might be my best chance to be as strong as her.” I can’t discount all the conquests and the uniting of our people that she managed as well. Still her stories always revolved around the dungeon.
The tension in the air grew as I tried to breathe in all the emotions that might have been felt in this room. Fear lingered in the air, excitement, arousal, all of it seeped into the stone from the countless fighters that got ready here.
“Dungeon fighters don’t get as much money as arena champions. You could retire with a queen’s ransom within a few years.” I could hear the greed in his voice. I knew he would be making quite a profit off of me if I won my fights.
“Don’t worry. I’d like the money now. You were right about using my male to do more than be a servant at my feet. I’ll need plenty of money if you’re right about the wait times for the dungeon.” Finally I stood, I had soaked up enough of the room.
“Fine, a single silver moon. I’ll give you more if you win.”
“Oh, I’ll win. I have no doubt about that.” I snatched the eight edged coin that shined brighter than steel.
