Chaka wasn’t his first challenger, but he might be his last.

Khala was keeping hidden, shivering and cold as she crouched behind some crates in the cavern. The half-elf carefully watched the patrols and goings-on of the goblin guards and the enslaved women. Suddenly, many of the goblins started grunting to each other in their strange tongue and went to the centre of the cavern.

A goblin, who looked more imposing than the others, stood face to face with the goblin chieftain, clad in the bones of his enemies. The were shouting and grunting at each other, the younger goblin obviously challenging the leader for control of the tribe. The were standing in a marked circle, some old dried blood A circle of goblin’s formed around them, and the chief held up his hand. He grunted something to his men and many fanned out in the caverns. One-by-one they grabbed the women and brought them to the cages, locking them up behind bars. But they left only two guards for with them, the rest went back to the fighting pit, eager to see who will emerge as their leader. Even the bandits didn’t want to miss the show and joined the circle around the goblin rivals.

Mira was lucky, the goblins had forgotten she was in Chaka’s hut. The warrior used a grimy rag to rub away some of the white seed dripping from her pussy and then carefully snuck out the hut. The adrenaline was pumping in her veins, making her forget her state of undress and the embarrassment she should have felt, the only thing that mattered now, was her friends and her mission. She snuck towards the big tent, guessing that Khala or Ariane might be there.

Kale, the mage and bandit leader, emerged from the tent, curious what all the commotion outside was about. Satisfied from his bout with Ariane, he chuckled and shook his head when he spotted Grakh take on another challenger—it was the third one that month. He joined the circle and **** himself to the front, wanting a good view of the spectacle.

Ducking behind a stalactite, the human warrioress stayed out of sight when a robed man emerged from the tent—no doubt the man controlling the massive beast behind the tent. Mira slipped inside the tent unnoticed and spotted her friend bound to the centre post, the elf’s behind red with marks from spanks and a trickle of seed running down her thigh. Despite herself, Mira had to gulp as she thought the sight was extremely erotic. She shook the thoughts from her head, “Pssst, Ariane. I’m here to free you.”

Ariane looked behind her. The elf let out a breath of relieve as she saw her friend. Their usual animosity furthest from her mind, “Mira! Am I glad to see you. Uncuff me, quick!”

Mira nodded and went to her friend to free her hands.

“I-I can’t use magic, this damn collar,” Ariane said and touched the blue gem at her throat.

“Don’t worry about it now. We have to be sneaky anyway,” Mira said and led Ariane out of the tent and hid behind the stalactites again, “Alright, it seems they are busy. This might be our chance to free the women. Stay close to me.”