"I should have guessed the outfits would be small, black and made of Lycra," Melea said as she stepped into the tiny, black shorts and pulled them over her smooth legs.
The Prince had guided Selen and Melea backstage, directing them to a small sectioned off corner where their uniforms were already laid out for them.
"Yeah, as tight and black as the assassin's clothes, bet the crowd will love that," Selen said, as she sat on a stool and pulled her dusty grey cargo pants off. She suddenly became aware off voices through the thin canvas.
"Melea, I think I hear the Prince next door," she whispered, holding her finger up to her lips and leaning close to the canvas wall.
"Great job, great job," the Prince was saying enthusiastically
"Thanks boss," said a deep, bassy voice that Selen recognised as belonging to Simba.
"But it's only half-time and I need you to finish the job against those city girls. I seated them at the front for your last performance so they should be nicely warmed up by now, if you know what I mean," he chuckled. "Listen, the whole evening's been building up to this and we need a good result here to round off the evening."
"No problem Boss, no problem, I beat them easy."
"Don't be too cocky. These girls are good."
"Yes Boss."
"You understand how important this is, right? This is the climax of the evening. I've been planning this evening for weeks and I need the right ending. You've got to beat these bitches, you've got to prove our champion can beat any other tribe's champion. I not only want you beat them and I want you to beat them well. Destroy them. I want you to fuck them so hard they have trouble walking home tonight, understand?"
"Yes Boss, no problem."
"OK, good. Now I've got to go and supervise the modifications to the stage, these imbeciles can't do anything by themselves. Don't let me down, alright?"
"No Boss."
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Selen grimaced as she took a sip of the spicy aphrodisiac; it had an oddly bitter after-taste. She couldn't help glancing over at Simba as she emptied the glass under the watchful eye of the referee. He winked and grinned at her, showing a mouthful of bright white teeth before knocking back the fluid in one long gulp.
She turned away, trying to ignore the way he paced back and forth, a study in repressed excitement, like a black panther waiting for the doors of his cage to be opened.
Soon they were lead out onto the brightly-lit stage by the referee, a middle-aged man wearing neutral white robes. Selen knew him; he had a reputation for being quite easy-going. There were a few boos as they entered the ring, but mostly the crowd ignored them, saving their loud cheers and applause for their champion who appeared soon after, flexing his impressive muscles and waving happily.
"This is an exhibition fight, to be played by the standard night rules," the referee said, once the cheering had died down. "No biting, punching, spitting or hair-pulling. There is no time limit, the fight ends when either the man climaxes or both women have climaxed. All contestants have taken the standard dose of aphrodisiac. There is an additional rule in this fight which is specific to this tribe: any items thrown into the ring may be used by the participants. Is that clear?"
"Yes, muttered Selen, still wondering what kind of items might be thrown in by the crowd. Melea and Simba both nodded.
"Very well, then fight!" the referee said, stepping back.
The fight started like most other fights Selen had had. The opponents dancing around the ring, sizing each other up, trying not to make a mistake too early.
Selen danced around the ring, trying to sneak up on her huge opponent whilst Melea distracted him. She was feeling a little odd though; a bit lethargic and dizzy and heavy-footed, like she was wearing heavy boots. She was also having trouble seeing clearly; in the thick atmosphere, everything seemed a little blurred. Perhaps it was the unusual surroundings, she thought, as she made a grab for one of his thick wrists but missed.
It was a strange environment; she couldn't really see much beyond the bright lights where the crowd murmured excitedly. Already a few plump cushions had been thrown into the ring by the boisterous crowd, suddenly appearing out of the darkness, their satin surfaces shining under the lights.
She caught a nervous glance from Melea, and wondered if she was struggling too. She watched as Simba made a grab for her friend and she reacted too slowly. Melea shrieked as he yanked her towards him, and they fell to the floor in a flurry of arms and legs, scrambling for control. Simba's superior strength showing as he came out on top of Melea, who was trapped under his weight, caught face down against the sprung wooden floor. Selen leapt into the action, her arm wrapped around his tree-trunk-sized neck, trying to pull him off. He was so strong though!
"Selen, help!" came a muffled gasp from below, but Selen could only watch as he easily tugged Melea's arms behind her back, both of her pale wrists caught in one big, black hand. Just then, a length of rope was tossed in from the crowd right next to them and Simba smiled as he grabbed it.
"Hey, referee, that's not fair!" Selen shouted, as she pulled at one of Simba's beefy arms, trying desperately to stop him binding Melea's wrists.
"Hey, it's their fight and their rules," the referee said, shrugging his shoulders.
Desperately, Selen pulled and pulled, but it was having little effect. She just felt so weak since the start of the fight, and she found herself watching helplessly as her opponent deftly wrapped the hemp rope around Melea's slender wrists.
Selen watched with growing frustration as he secured her friend's bonds with a thick knot, then turned his attention to her. She still had an arm wrapped around his neck, but she struggled to maintain it as he grabbed her wrist and slowly prized it away. Selen shrieked as he broke free, and suddenly they were rolling over on the floor, both of them trying to get on top.
Her best strategy was to avoid grappling with him on the floor, but as she tried to escape and get to her feet she felt a strong hand tugging her ankle and she was falling forward, unable to stop him folding her legs back, pressing her feet against her buttocks, pinning her to the floor.
Selen still wasn't feeling right, she knew she should tuck her arms beneath her in this position but her reactions was too slow and she was unable to stop him quickly grabbing one of her wrists and twisting it behind her back.
"No!" she panted as he grabbed at the other wrist.
"Come on Blondie," he muttered in his deep, rumbling voice, his lips next to her ear. "Let me have your other wrist, and we can have some fun together."
"Never!" Selen gasped as she struggled but he was so strong, and as the crowd cheered happily, she couldn't stop him tugging her wrists together behind her back. As before, a length of rope suddenly appeared next to them and she watched his big hand scoop it up.
