A harem

You waste no time, knowing exactly what you want. It'll be difficult and take power away from The Boss, which works all the better. With a free hand, you grab the chain and yank it free from The Boss' hands, and with the other hand, you wrap your fingers in her hair, pushing your cock deeper in her throat. You are now in control, seemingly

"I want this one" You state calmly and confidently "and another one each time I win, and I'm going to win every round you put me in"

The Boss, still surprised at how quickly you got the chains away from him, needs a second to comprehend. He objects, on logistical reasons "These women are expensive to acquire and maintain. You're asking a lot"

You fire back smartly "You already have this one, and I'm sure she's not your only one. You're not incurring any additional expense, you're just making them available to me whenever I want"

The Boss, recognizing he's been played, turns to the guard, looking for any objections "Ere's no way we're holding up that many dame's inna place like this. We'd never get control of da block ever again."

"Than it sounds like all the more reason that when I gain popularity, you let the people's champion out of this shitcan and put him in house arrest, let him be seen by his fans"

The two men look at each other and chuckle at your brazen behavior. "An orc monster like you, the people's champion? Ya, at'll be the day. Tell ya what, certainly know how to bargain better than most of your kind, so I says to myself I'll humor you. That is, assuming you're finished..."

You smile in contempt as you start maddenly face-fucking the ****. You groan as you cum, your load spilling out on the stone floor as the **** couldn't take it without gagging. "Ya, I'm finished" as you toss the chains back. The Boss mutters quietly "cheeky bastard" as he reaches to pick it up, the **** gathering herself up to leave as well "Than we have an accord. Should you win, we'll have you so drunk in whores your dick will fall right off. What should I telling the bookies and the morticians your name is?"

"Kromdor" you reply flatly

"Your kind and your odd names." The boss rolls his eyes dismissively as he departs "well than Kromdor, here's to a business arrangement you'll never live to see. Good luck when the fighting starts."