Of course you take his wager.

“Alright Frenchy, let’s do this. How are we doing this?”

“Is it not obvious? We are at Swingers, which means it’s time for the Swingers Challenge. Garcon!” He flags down one of the slaves. A luscious spotted Bantan appears with a **** tray and and an armbinder. “Please inform your master, that we would like to participate in the challenge.” She mumbles an affirmative through her gag and picks up your empty drinks with a spaded tail before running to the bar.

“So give me the low down on this challenge thing.” you say while you wait.

“The challenge is a Swingers tradition where two slaves compete for the entertainment of their masters and the patrons. Generally there is gambling and prizes.” He waves over the waitress as she returns with two fresh drinks, the three armed bartender (who also has three legs) and two burly bouncers. “Ah, Monsieur Hkpulath, if you would be so kind as to officiate for us?”

“You know the rules? My boys here handle the slaves so there’s no funny stuff. If there’s any dispute about who wins a point, I get to decide. The house picks the challenges. I’m not responsible for any damages to your ****.”

“Is that going to be an issue?” you ask, more for Melodia’s sake than your own.

“Generally no,” the bartender replies “There is audience participation and some of them get a little, enthusiastic.”

“Fear not Mademoiselle. If anyone gets too rough, we simply shoot them.”

“I can get behind that so long as my ****’s hood stays on.” Melodia does not seem mollified, but she is at far greater risk if anyone knows who she is.

The two bouncers grab Melodia and Raven and bind their hands behind the back. Melodia’s plug belt is also removed and the two slaves are dragged to the center of the room. As they walk away you grab the waitress by the tail. “Hold up there darling.” You slowly pull the squirming **** girl back. “I’ve been temporarily relieved of my companion. You’ll make a fine substitute.”

In the center of a room patrons reluctantly make room as the bartender shoos them out of the way. A pool table is evicted of its occupants and the two slaves/competitors are lifted on top. “Alright you gods damned cheapskates, listen up. It’s time for the only reason any you fuckers come in to this hell hole.” A cheer rose up from the patrons. “Now place your bets because we have a challenge. We have the return of a crowd favorite, Raven, belonging to Jacque!” Hoots and whistles greet Raven as she strikes a titillating pose, her right leg raised just ever so slightly on her toes, with her hands restrained behind her back. She smiles seductively at the crowd. “Next we have, eh- Hey, lady, what was your slaves name?”

“All you fucks need to know is that she’s mine.” You call back as you lay the Bantan down across your lap and insert your fingers into her snatch. Her spots pulsate as you do so.

“Whatever. Natalia’s Masked ****!” Perhaps getting into the spirit of things, perhaps not wanting to be outdone, Melodia takes a pose of her own, with her legs crossed at the ankles, and bending over ever so slightly at the hips while arching her back, giving everyone behind her a nice view of her heart shaped ass and pushing out her breasts.

A dozen different languages all shout out catcalls. More bouncers appear (this Hkpulath seems to have almost as many bouncers as slaves) and enforce a boundary around the table to keep the more enthusiastic fans from rushing the makeshift stage.

“Damn it Saul, that’s going on your tab!” Hkpulath shouts at a tentacled patrons who was trying to hang from a chandelier for a better view. “Okay, here we go. String ‘em up boys.” Ropes are thrown up to the rafters where a monkey like alien ties them off. The girls are hung upside down side by side with their legs spread wide so that they each form a Y with their bodies and their heads about three feet off the ground. A waitress places an empty mug under each slaves head. Hkpulath produces a bucket of sex toys which supplies two vibrating eggs. One for each snatch. He leans down to face the girls.

“Now sluts, I’m going to explain the rules of the this little game here. There are three points up for grabs. First point is for control. Whoever holds out longer than the other before cumming gets one. Now, you two sluts may be thinking that since ol’ Hkpulath only gave each of you beauties one egg, this may take a while. Well, as time goes on, I’m going to keep on adding toys.” The two slaves moan their affirmatives.

“Don’t go thinking that you can just hold out forever now, because let’s face it, that’s no fun for us either. So you can get another point if you cum the more than the other bitch by the end of the round. The round lasts until those mugs under your heads are filled.” Melodia and Raven exchange quizzical looks with each other, then Hkpulath.

“You see,” Hkpulath continues, “here at swingers, we believe in audience participation.” The horny thugs in the room (read: everyone) provides the obligatory chucke. Hkpulath smiles. “You two will facilitate this with the fuckholes in your face. You will each suck whatever is shoved in your mouth. When you finish, you will spit into the mug. Whoever's cup fills first gets the final point of the round. I hope neither of your owners trained you to swallow.”

“Bordel de merde.” says Jacque slapping his forehead.

“What’s wrong?” you ask. A bottle of shitty beer is in your hand. Based on the slaves expression, she’s wondering if you’re going to shove the bottle in her. You’re wondering if the beer is worth finishing before shoving it into her ass.

“That is exactly what I trained her to do.”

“Hah!” The beer really isn’t very good. Oh well.

No one pays the Bantam any mind as she screams into her gag. Impromptu bookies begin shouting odds and collecting bets. Bets range from the final point spread, to who will win individual points. To your annoyance, Raven is favored to win. Fortunately you have a **** girl to vent your frustration on. You flag down a bookie and put a hundred credits on Melodia to win the whole competition. Jacque flashes you a smile that manages to be both smug and charming while he matches your bet for Raven. “Let the games begin!” bellows Hkpulath.

The slaves mouths hang like fruit and the audience is feeling plucky. Raven is immediately set upon by an augmented human, while the tentacle guy who broke the chandelier has made his way to Melodia. The vicinity of the challenge is filled with the sound of gurgles, cheers and brawls as the audience fights for a place in line. After the first two finish Hkpulath adds another egg. The slaves have barely enough time to moan and spit into the mugs before their mouths are filled again. By the time they have serviced 7 patrons, they each have three eggs inside them and faces covered with spittle and sperm. Melodia has a determined look on her face, but seems to be cracking. Raven wears and expression of sublime joy.

“Those mugs are going to be a wild card.” you casually observe to Jacque while you pinch the waitress nipples. For some reason, you are really enjoying her squeals.

“Oui. This would be quite a long challenge if this was an all human crowd.”

You nod in agreement. Humans produce relatively little sperm per orgasm. Some species, like the Gavleth, produce as much as cup when they have a real mind blower. There was no consistency to the quantity of sperm each client produced. This was complicated by the fact that some patrons wanted to pull out and give the slaves a facial rather than let them hold it in to spit. Melodia’s Mug is a little under half full, but that is only because the last blow job she gave was to a Mlondo, who came so much her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk. She didn’t even get all of it in her mug. Raven was a bit behind, but she seemed to be serving more than Melodia.

Neither one breaks until Hkpulath tapes an egg to their clitoris’. Unfortunately for you, Melodia loses control first. The sounds are somewhat muffled by whatever that thing is in her mouth (it’s probably a penis, but you don’t recognize the species so it’s hard to say for sure), but they are the unmistakable screams of pleasure of a **** being **** to have an orgasm. Raven, knowing she’s won the point, lets her eyes go cross and releases a deep moan as she squirts in the face of the man face fucking her.

“Fucking bitch!” he yells and raises his hand to strike her. It’s the last thing he does with that hand. A crack is followed by a scream. Jacque holds a pistol with a lion’s head enameled on the barrel pointed where the man’s hand was. Fearing this will escalate, you reach for your gun.

You needn’t have worried. The man is immediately pushed out of the way by the eager crowd. Bouncers collect him moments later and drag him out of the bar.

“Nice shot.” You lift the **** girl from your lap to the table and begin to strap her belly down so that her legs are dangling off the bar and you have full access to her rump and vag. The beer is starting to leak out of her anus and you don’t want a sticky lap.

“I was aiming for his head.” he says gruffly. He eyes the remaining audience members menacingly.

By the time you’ve secured the Bantan’s legs the mugs are three quarters of the way full and Melodia has already cum again. You work the bottle sticking out of the unfortunate waitress’s ass like it’s a joystick as you watch the show. Both slaves climax violently as Hkpulath shoves the first of a long string of anal beads inside them. As the mugs become more full and your anxiety builds, you work the bottle with increasing fervor. The tension must be getting to Jacque as well. He’s removed her gag and put the Bantam to work on his own joystick. Or maybe he was just horny. Probably horny.

The mugs are almost full. Raven may have scored the first point by holding out for longer, but Melodia has quantity going for her. Seven climaxes, five of them squirters, to Raven's four orgasms ensuring she gets the point for most orgasms. Whoever finishes their current client first will win.