Patron Reward: Mistress Kash's Fight Pit (Patreon)

Another patron reward! Just working from home, work being VERY slow, and having slept well means two stories done in a day. With an extra long one here, since I kind of went nuts on the premise and doing some goofy dialogue that ate up the page count. 

So basically an adventurer starts a sexy fight club. She sympathizes with the pitfighters and knows real fighting isn't attractive or flashy, so she compromises between real violence, staged fights, and a pervy goblin dominatrix for a referee. It's a light take on a brutal concept that was fun to work on! 

It tickled the right part of my brain to get it done. I was given a lot of free reign on the concept beyond sexy but brutal pit fights and we brainstormed from there. It's a lot of what I like about fantasy settings, which is to say I get very bored with regular fantasy settings. Regular Dungeons and Dragons? Eh. Dungeons and Dragons but we're in the fantasy wild west or we're the first ever magical heavy metal band? I'm in. I'd even been reading a novel about a retired barbarian who wants to open a fantasy coffee shop, so it fit that fantasy twist just right.

I also kicked myself for naming the goblin Kash after writing about Cash and Milkbar later, but it's too perfect for a nerdy goblin accountant.

Gale had been adventuring for a long time, and she certainly looked the part. She was thicker and buffer than most elves, almost as broad as a human man. The long and pointed tips of her ears made her race absolutely clear to anyone who cared to check. She had chin-length, sandy blonde hair that she rarely bothered to comb let alone style at all. Sharp, greenish blue eyes stood out against her naturally golden tanned skin, and the muscle was visible from her toned legs and her firm pecs holding up her breasts inside her leather chestplate.

She worked with parties on and off, but had been known to venture out on her own if the job was simple enough. She wasn’t the type to go after full blown monsters alone, but if it was a few bandits or common slimes, she could handle that in an afternoon if she needed to.

She returned to the guild hall, a large and central hub of a building. It held a lot of common clerk jobs, and handing out bounties and offering quests was one of them. Gale nodded in a casual greeting to the armored troll lumbering past her with a fresh pouch of coins in his big blue palm. She knew Greezer. He was a good tank, and a better drinking buddy.

It was supposed to just be paperwork and gold today. Gale had wiped out the heads of the Gocchi crime family and left their underlings powerless, fleeing or dead. She had taken care of it overnight, so she’d given the guild a day or so to confirm it all. When it was her turn in line, she mentioned her name at the counter. The clerk left and came back with her payment and a rather thick scroll.

“What’s this?” she asked, eying the paper like it might have a stinger.

“The bounty,” the lizardman behind the counter explained.

“And a bonus. Something they picked up while they were running cleanup.”

Gale secured the gold before checking the scroll. It was a lot of fancy declarations that didn’t amount to much before ending with an address and a signature.

“The guards seized a lot of stolen goods in the aftermath of your job. This, however, they seemed to legitimately own. As legitimately as a syndicate can own anything, anyway. It was off the books so it had no benefactor, and they legally couldn’t claim it because of a lot of bylaws in the town charter. But we can give it away, and since you did the job… enjoy. Sell it, reopen it, whatever you like, but I understand it was a pretty popular… er, fight pit? Fight club? Arena? Something like that.”

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Gale arrived at her new property to investigate and quickly figured out what it was. It was a place for underground fighting circuits, pitting whoever they could against each other and taking bets. It looked like a tiny shop, but behind an obvious secret door, old, worn out weapons that weren’t worth stealing were hung up on racks. Stairs led down to a circle of wooden benches around a deep ring of stomped down sand. Gale took a deep breath as she recognized the familiar smell of old blood and spilled beer. It had been popular, alright. She had even spent a few nights competing in places like this when she was bored or desperate enough for cash. It tended to be easy money. People rarely bet on the elf in a bare knuckle brawl.

Gale continued her tour, considering the seedy place. It was deceptively spacious as she walked down a few short halls in the back. She made her first real discovery as she reached the holding cells. The adventurer turned property owner stopped abruptly as she found a female orc sitting in one of the cells. She seemed to be sleeping with her head on her knees, her oil black hair tied back in a spiky ponytail. She was large and muscular like her kind naturally grew to be, but the greenish brown woman was far from the biggest Gale had met. She was definitely a city orc, dressed in messy old street clothes.

Gale hesitated, then rapped one of her scabbards against the bars. The orc woke with a lazy start, confused but not terribly concerned.

“Oh. Hey,” she grunted wearily. “You new here?”

“Very,” Gale explained stiffly.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh. Just crashin’. Needed a place, so you can put it on my tab,” the orc explained.

She stretched out her athletic arms but made no effort to rise yet. It was like she was waiting for something. She sniffed and brushed the back of her hand across her upturned and clearly once broken nose and her full, tusked lips.

“But I got time to kill. I’ll let ya hit me for a couple copper,” she offered.

Gale’s eyes narrowed. She scanned the orc and spotted a few unusual tattoos and brands. Local markings, since she didn’t recognize any clan ones from her adventuring buddies. They must have been left by the gangs; marking her as a debtor or more likely, a slave or property within their circles. The laws didn’t tolerate that kind of thing but their eyes weren’t everywhere. Gale pulled the cage open and gestured outside.

“I think I’ll pass. How about instead I buy you a hot lunch and you tell me what’s been going on here?”

---

Hanna, the she-orc that was sleeping in the cages, found it more than agreeable. Gale brought her some meat sandwiches from a nearby cafe and sat with her at one of her new building’s tables. They ate together and once Hanna wolfed both of hers down like a starving beast, Gale ate patiently, slid the cup of soup she’d planned to have as a side towards Hanna, and let her explain.

It was more of less what she’d suspected. When the Gocchis found somebody desperate they could take advantage of (usually the homeless, those in debt, or unprepared immigrants from other continents), they marked them, kept tabs on them and forced them to fight to work off their favors. Hanna had never heard of anyone fully leaving the grasp of the syndicate.

“Well you have now,” Gale explained.

“I was given this place for cutting off the heads of the heads of the gang, so they should be collapsing by nightfall. Maybe a few desperate muggings as they try to regroup, but the coppers are onto their scent. They won’t last for long.”

Hanna looked stunned. Delighted, at first, but then slowly turning to disappointed.

“Oh…”

“Why oh?” Gale asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t owe anything to the dead. You’re a free woman.”

“One with a few coins to my name,” Hanna chuckled grimly.

“I need to find a job, and frankly, I’m not good at much besides eating and busting heads.”

“You could adventure,” Gale suggested.

“Nah. I can get by in the city, but I’m no traveler. I’d either get jumped by a deer or eat the wrong mushroom and shit myself to death.”

Gale didn’t think that was the case, but she HAD heard of it happening to the overly zealous peasant boys who tried to join the guild too early.

“I was good at the pits, at least. I was homeless and hungry, but I could scrape by on that. The mob made enough to toss me some change when they got a real payday.”

Gale bit her lip, starting to consider things a bit more carefully. She had been ready to sell off the place and be done with it, but she knew that these kinds of places could bring in real money. She raised a thoughtful finger.

“You know… I’ve fought in a few of these places before.”

“Yea?” Hanna asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not in the debt slavery way, but for actual payment. If I kept this place open, would you be willing to help me stage some fights? Maybe reach out to some of the other pitfighters and let them know we’re going legit.”

Hanna furrowed her brow and frowned.

“Wait a minute… stage? Legit? Those aren’t words you hear about a lot down here.”

“Well, why not? The fans don’t come here to see a corpse. They want the action. I’ve learned all kinds of ways to choke, stab, kick or punch somebody where they go down but come out of it alive, and I bet you know a few ways yourself. Do you think they paid extra when they saw a fight that was over with one lucky punch? We could give them a longer, juicier fight with all the action they want and even a little sex appeal thrown in there. Like the ‘old cross swords and kiss’ move you read about in the cheesy adventurer novels.”

“Man, I should learn to read…”

“What’s more, I’m helping keep both parties alive so the fans can actually expect a rematch down the line instead of the stink of a headless body. Which means more events at quicker rates. AND I’m willing to offer urgent care healing magic, honest wages for the combatants, and I should probably install a shower in one of these rooms. What do you say?”

Hanna frowned thoughtfully.

“I say it sounds too good to be true. You really think that’d make a profit?”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

Hanna shrugged.

“Don’t look at me. I’m the one who’s broke on the streets. I’d run it by Kash, myself.”

Gale blinked curiously.

“And who is Kash?”

---

Kash was a squat little goblin and off-the-books accountant for the fight pit, making sure that there was only the correct amount of embezzling going on. She had managed to stay off the radar since she was rarely on site, but Hanna knew where to find her from gathering her sparse payments from her a few times. When she realized they weren’t there to drag her in for questioning (not in any official sense), she let them into her modest, two-room apartment.

Kash herself was about two foot eight with frizzy pink hair and dark green, froggy skin. She wore large glasses and had a pudgy look to her, from her round belly to bigger and rounder breasts. Goblins tended to be skittish and mousey people in Gale’s experience, making them capable thieves or desk workers depending on what you were looking for. She tugged on her wrinkled and fully stretched dress shirt as she finished hearing out Gale’s plan.

“Well, naturally, you’d need steady customers. The place was well known, enough that a basic crowd wouldn’t be too hard to gather. But with enough regularity and appeal, I think it would work. And happy fighters means hard fighters, right?”

She looked to Hanna, who nodded.

“But I like your ideas. The twists, the drama… putting a little polish to the brutality. Let the pain be real but knowing you’re on the same side in the end. It just needs a little something…”

“Something like your books?” Hanna offered, looking to Gale.

Kash looked puzzled and the elf shook her head.

“I mentioned adventuring novels. The ones they sell around markets full of exaggerated stories. Usually with a hunky barbarian or a big-titted sorceress on the cover…”

Kash’s eyes lit up. She turned to the large heap of books behind her and fished out a well-used paperback. “Greena, Mistress of the Pirates” showed a massively busty goblin woman in a highly sexualized chainmail bikini sitting on the back of two muscular humans aboard a pirate ship.

“I didn’t know you were a fan too!” Kash blurted.

“I wouldn’t say fan. They kill time when I’m traveling, but they’re kind of trash.”

Kash shook her head.

“Believe me. As a goblin, I know that trash sells, and Greena is SHAMELESSLY trash.”

Gale rubbed her chin, then nodded. “A twist, huh? I think I have just the thing to make the cherry on top…”

---

A day later, as the sun decided it was finally set, people came wandering into Gale’s establishment. They had worked together to scrub things up and people were surprised by how clean and well-ventilated the fight pit was when it was open and legitimate. The trio had thrown up posters all over town, advertising and fixing up the place as quickly as Gale could with her earnings from her last quest.

“Visit The Bloody Barbarian! Hottest, fiercest action in town! Come for the blood, stay for the boobs! Winner gets the gold! Loser gets punished for YOUR adult entertainment! 5 copper entry free! Free drink with every bet!”

Kash’s writing had caught about every trigger word the fans could want, filling in seats quickly on their debut night. It wasn’t packed to the gills, but it was a healthy showing by what Hanna could remember. They peered through the peepholes back in the halls and nodded to each other.

“Alright. Anything last minute?” Gale asked.

Hanna shook her head.

“I took out my piercin’ like you said. I’ll swing high when I pull the knife on ya. And I’ll sell it when you go for the knees.”

“Perfect. And if I end up flipping over you anywhere, just try and look surprised. …you’ll be surprised, so don’t sweat it.”

They had their main points in mind and they were planning to land some real hits, but Gale felt like to make it authentic they needed some level of improvisation. Finally, Hanna kicked the door open. She was dressed in some ragged shirt and loincloth, playing up a barbaric persona. She flexed her bulging arms and bared her teeth and tusks for the crowd. They loved the show, and it felt way more easy to let loose like that knowing she wasn’t actually fighting for her life tonight.

“Who wants to see some elf blood on the sand!?” she bellowed, getting a huge cheer from the fans.

Gale emerged striding with a sway to her long legs and round hips that used the grace of an elf and stripper alike. She wore a silkier loincloth and bikini top with cheap gold on the side, playing up her exotic appeal for the hooting fans. She sneered at Hanna and shouted a burst of bitter-sounding gibberish at her. She had never actually learned more than tourist-level elvish in her travels, but she could fake it for a crowd of fight-horny dopes.

Kash came out behind them. Even acting as the referee, she got her own series of whistles and cheers. She was dressed in a black corset and thigh high boots (she refused to explain why she had it already) and did her hair up into twintails. The goblin cracked a riding crop as she approached the fight pit. She had ditched her glasses and let her thick body wobble around like a dominatrix made of lime jello.

“Alright, you dirty little things! Listen up, because I call the shots around here and Mistress Kash doesn’t care for troublemakers! Only blood I want is in the ring and on the fans in the splash zone up front! You’ll find vendors by the corners for all your gambling and drinking and other sinful needs. Keep your hands off the girls unless they put hands on you first. And you, my little fightpigs…”

Her beady red eyes darted between the fighters.

“You’re looking awfully overdressed for the evening. Off with ‘em!”

She cracked her crop against the ground. The women squirmed briefly before they started to undress. The audience ate it up, and when Gale didn’t seem to go quickly enough for her liking, Kash waddled over and pulled the loincloth off herself. The tearaway costume gave way easily, and she cracked her crop against Gale’s perky ass for good measure.

“Learn to listen with them pointy ears of yours,” Kash growled with a grinning flash of her fangs.

The audience laughed while Hanna smirked over at her punished opponent. She turned and flexed to the crowd, working them some more when Gale made the first move. She rushed in behind the distracted orc and threw a huge kick up between her muscular legs. The orc’s eyes and mouth flew wide open as she doubled over, hanging her scar-speckled breasts over the wooden walls of the pit in front of the fans. It gave them a nice view from all angles as Gale grabbed Hanna by the back of her hair and started swinging her face into the edge of the wall, bashing her face against it as she broke into rhythmic grunts.

Of course, they had planned to start the fight that way. Hanna knew to brace herself for the cheap shot and was subtly breaking her fall against the arena’s edge. It still didn’t feel great, but it frankly sold it even better than the real deal.

“Ohh, this one’s just horny for a fight. I like it. Aren’t the rest of you too?!” Kash called out to the fans like a ringmaster.

They ate up the pandering call with another round of shouts and cheers. The she-orc finally threw an elbow back and caught Gale in the face. She grunted and backed off, tasting a speck of blood in her mouth. She grimaced and spat red aside as Hanna came at her. She took a few heavy swings, haymakers that Gale easily darted around. She threw a few swift punches into Hanna’s abs before the big woman reached over her and wrapped her thick arms around her middle. She lifted the lightweight elf completely over her head before spiking her back down, her upper back and shoulders kicking up a quick spray of sand.

“There’s a good girl! Don’t take that lying down and fuck that sneaky bitch up!” Kash encouraged the mayhem.

Gale’s head spun from the sudden rise and fall, but she tumbled aside before Hanna’s big bare foot could land on her. She planted her feet and tackled into the orc’s middle, knocking her flat on her back. She straddled her midsection and started pounding away at her face, snapping quick and stinging shots to her face and jaw. Once she had some blood coming from her nose, Gale raised her hands and curled her fingers into claws. She slammed them down and grabbed the impressive set of breasts, squeezing them hard enough to ooze between her fingers. Hanna howled in pain before shoving the elf off of her, rising and rubbing her chests to show off the long red scratches she’d left behind.

She snarled and charged at Gale with a vengeance. The elf rushed to meet her but gracefully leapt over her, turning in midair to show off her toned, naked body. She landed in a handstand, breaking into an upside down split to fully spread herself for the crowd before she righted herself. She barely got up before Hanna whirled around and punched her in the stomach. She huffed and doubled over as the orc pulled her head down, bending her over before reaching behind her. She curled her fingers much like Gale had before but gouged them up between her legs, openly fingering her in front of the crowd. They went berserk as Hanna called out to them.

“This’ what I do with elf whores!” she boasted as she stuffed her fingers in hard enough to lift her feet off the arena floor.

“Now THAT’S what we like to see! Isn’t it, boys!?” Kash egged the fans on further.

They loudly agreed. Gale made a show of thrashing and wailing before she braced her arm and slammed her elbow into Hanna’s knee. Her laughter broke into a pained bellow as she stumbled to one side, her leg contorting to a concerning angle. Anyone who didn’t know she was doublejointed groaned from the painful position as Hanna swung at Gale. She dodged back and spun around, slamming a kick across her cheek. Fresh blood and sweat flew from her face as she went tumbling to the ground breathing heavily.

“Looks like this one’s about over with,” Kash cackled as Hanna fumbled around on all fours.

The orcess reached her discarded loincloth and theatrically whipped out a knife from inside its folds. The audience perked up again as she swung it wildly at Gale, forcing her to duck and dodge a few of them. Her eyes went wide as one swung close enough to draw a thin papercut across her cheek, oozing some blood down her pretty face.

“Hey now! I’m the only one with toys around here!” Kash warned sternly.

When Hanna roared and lunged at Gale with the dagger, she threw a palm strike as she dodged around the blade. It knocked the orc’s head back as she swung herself around, pulling the overextended arm and using it to shoulder toss her to the sand. Hanna landed flat on her back right before Gale followed suit, sitting her plump ass on her face. She grabbed the armed hand and twisted it, shaking the weapon from her hand as she bent her arm out of shape. Not the worst pain Hanna had felt before, but enough that she didn’t have to try that hard to scream in pain. She beat her fist on the sand as Kash wandered in front of her. She jabbed her riding crop mockingly into the orc’s face.

“This’ what little cheaters get in MY pit! You gonna give, you weak little coward? Take your punishment like a good girl and all’s forgiven,” the goblin purred.

Hanna pretended to hold out a bit longer before she slapped her palm against the sand, nodding at the goblin’s offer as her eyes watered. Kash put her fingers in her mouth and gave a sharp whistle.

“We have our winner! The gorgeous Gaaaale~!” the goblin proclaimed.

There were more cheers as Gale stood up, raising a hand as she blew kisses and shook her tits for the crowd. Before anyone could assume the action was over, Kash started kicking and stomping away at the defeated orc.

“Dirty little wretch! Useless painslut! Did you lose on purpose because you love your mistress’ beatings?!” the goblin berated the bigger woman.

She lashed her across the back, harmless but leaving distinct red marks where she struck. Hanna just wailed and cowered, too tired from the match to fight back if she wanted. Kash threw a kick into her side, hard enough to knock her onto her back. The dominant shortstack pulled aside the crotch of her corset and sat on her face, burying Hanna’s mouth in soaking wet goblin pussy.

“Now pay for your crimes against the pit! Start sucking pussy because it’s CLEARLY all you’re really good at!”

Hanna genuinely blushed from all the dirty talk. She lapped her large tongue obediently beneath the dominant goblin, who moaned and humped her face. Kash reached behind her, rubbing the flexible leather tip of her riding crop over the orc’s pussy. She was wetter than she’d like to admit, and her large clit was swollen enough for the tool to rub right against it. She mewled and licked obediently as Kash cackled over her, rubbing and occasionally spanking the crop against her pussy.

“That’s right! You fight and fuck at your mistress’ command! Your life begins and ends with me! Worship me like the goddess I am, you worthless pair of tits and fists! Repay the audience for your weakness with your blood and cum!”

She started striking harder against Hanna’s privates, and her wetness made it sound even louder than it already was. The audience went wild for the sexy finale and Gale strode around, waving her arms to fire them up. She got a chant of “Mistress Kash!” going, as if the sadistic ref was the real star of the match. In all the humiliation, stimulation, and her mouthful of goblin pussy, Hanna finally bucked her hips and squirted a heavy orgasm across the sand. The cheers reached new peaks at the show of sex and violence. Loose coins were thrown into the pit in appreciation from horny onlookers or successful gamblers.

Hanna shivered until Kash climbed off her face, pulling her hair roughly and kissing her on the lips. She dragged the orc up to all fours, who followed her lead obediently.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go punish these naughty girls and check up on the others. You nasty boys and girls enjoy the show and enjoy your night. Tell your friends~! I do love an audience when I get to break my toys~!” Kash purred to them seductively.

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The girls redressed backstage, laughing with each other. The fighters each chugged a light healing potion, patching up most of the damage beside some minor aches and bruises. Kash made her rounds with the staff they’d hired on and came back wide-eyed.

“Okay. Remember when I said this MIGHT be profitable? It’s uh… definitely profitable. We made more than the gangs used to on an average night, and this was our DEBUT when people didn’t know what they were getting into. If we keep expanding, get a bigger roster, some proper advertising…”

The goblin made a vaguely explosive noise and gesture.

“Well you’re half to thank for that! You were the real star back there,” Gale beamed at the good noose.

Kash blushed a deep blue, which was wildly against the character she portrayed in the pits moments ago.

“Ah heck. You read enough of those books and you get some good one-liners. You two were the ones doing the REAL action.”

“Usually I just knife to the throat, save the words I’d waste on a dead guy,” Gale nodded.

“But this? Less death, flashier fights, get to cum in front of a bunch of strangers… I could get used to this.”

“I could get used to actually getting a living wage for this! And the taste of goblin cum too,” Hanna agreed.

“Hope you didn’t mind the knife getting a little close…”

“Oh nevermind that. I leaned into it. Made it more dramatic,” Gale insisted.

“I busted your nose, so the least I could do was provide a little stage blood.”

The elf looked over her unexpected business partners (and her unexpected business, just two days ago). She raised the beer mug she’d been using to wash down the taste of potion.

“Well… here’s to beating the piss out of each other for a living, eh?”