An anal game

Sora and Shiro rush into the tavern and find a sorry scene. Steph is completely naked, and wrestling on the ground with another woman, who is also naked except for a thick steel collar. Standing and watching are a large burly man, and another woman, wearing a flimsy set of rags and an identical collar. She looks anxious.

"Steph!" Sora shouts.

"SORA?!" Steph yelps in panic. "Don't look! I'm naked!"

"I can see that! What the hell are you doing?!"

The big burly man answers her question. "This little slut doesn't like how I run my bar. Says it's not right that I make these bitches do all the work. But I won them fair and square in a game, so I can make them do whatever I want. Then not long after that announcement about the new rules, this little madam decides that enough is enough, and challenges me to a game to earn the freedom of this one over here."

He jerks a thumb towards the woman sitting next to him. All this time, Steph is desperately wrestling with the other slavegirl on the hard stone floor.

"It's no use, slut, I told you. There's no way my little Wren will allow herself to lose."

"What are the rules of the game?" Shiro demands coldly, while simultaneously casually using her smartphone to take a photo of the fully exposed women on the ground.

"The women wrestle until one of them submits... or loses hold of her milk." The man says with a gleeful, sadistic look on his face. "I make my girls do this for my entertainment at least once a week. And Wren very rarely loses."

At this moment, the slavegirl on the floor with Steph called Wren manages to pin Steph into a wrestling lock, where Wren is flat on her back on the floor, and Steph is flat on her back directly on top of Wren. Steph's arms are grappled tightly by Wren's arms, and Wren has locked her ankles around Steph's ankles, pulling them open uncomfortably wide. In this spread open position, Sora and Shiro can see absolutely everything.

"Noooo!"

Shiro doesn't hesitate to take another photograph.

"Plus, if your friend was to win, and Dove here was freed, then Wren would have to do twice the work every day. There's just no way she'll let that happen."

Wren, with her visibly superior wrestling skill and strength, moves Steph's arms backwards and together so that she can pin them with a single arm. Then, Wren's other hand begins to move down, until it's on top of Steph's stomach. Once there, she starts rubbing vigorously on Steph's belly.

"We're coming up to the end now, you might want to look away." The man warns.

"Steph." Sora says urgently. "What did you wager?!"

"Aaaah... Don't worry..." Steph moans. "I made sure it was something really bad, so it was fair... I don't want to say what... because I'm gonna WIN!"

She thrashes with her entire body, clearly expecting that to be the moment that she breaks free of this hold and renews her vigour. But instead, she finds that Wren has still got her gripped tight.

"No..." She says, more weakly than before.

It doesn't take long after that for it to happen. All of a sudden, a gush of white liquid surges out of Steph's asshole in a powerful geyser. If any doubt remained as to what the tavern's owner had meant by 'loses hold of her milk', it is gone now. Prior to the wrestle, both women had their bellies filled to the brim with milk.

It's a sordid and disgusting display. Even Shiro doesn't take a photo of this awful moment in Steph's life.

"What did you wager?" Sora repeats his question, just as seriously as before.

"She wagered that if she lost, I get to do this." Wren speaks for the first time, getting up from underneath the defeated princess. Steph lays there, on her back, stunned at her defeat, and visibly horrified at what is about to happen.

Wren puts one foot either side of Steph's head, squats down, and then lets rip. Her belly full of milk fountains out, engulfing Steph's head in a giant blast of a well-brewed milk enema.

The deluge lasts for what feels like a painfully long time, and soon Steph is coughing and spluttering since it's impossible for her to breathe properly from underneath the ongoing anal expulsion.

Sora has his head in his hands. But not because he can't bear to watch the awful acts in front of him, but rather because he's frustrated with how trivial they are.

After Wren has finished empying her guts over Steph's face, Sora asks another question.

"What does your parchment say?"

"How should I know?" Steph wails, consumed by self-pity.

"What do you mean? You didn't read it?!" Shiro asks in shock.

"I... I thought we weren't allowed to, until after?" Steph says uncertainly.

Sora and Shiro both groan. This woman truly is a fool.

"Steph, you wagered a brief minute of **** humiliation against one of the most valuable things in the world - a human's freedom. Essentially, their life. Depending on how much this slavegirl is worth to this man, you could be in some serious trouble here."

"Found it." Shiro picks up a piece of parchment that had been placed on the bar, and unrolls it.