Raise the stakes

"Want to make this more... interesting?" said Chichi.

"What do you mean?" asked Sunee.
"Raise the stakes. One of your slaves for one of mine."

Sunee rubbed her chin. "Let's see what you've got."

Chichi smiled, and snapped her fingers. At this signal two of her fans brought in Emily. The poor girl was wearing a gleaming steel chastity belt and a locking metal bra, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. She could only hobble because she was wearing cruelly high heels and her ankles were shackled together with a short chain. On her face was a half-face O-ring gag plugged with a shiny rubber stopper, and all these accessories were firmly locked with a padlock- and Chichi had the key on a chain around her neck.

"This is a fun little ****." said Chichi. "She makes the cutest little squealing sounds when you stick something up her butt and she's one of the best cuntlickers I've ever owned. Keeping all her fun bits under lock and key to teach her they're MY fun bits now." Emily scowled at Chichi but couldn't do anything.

Sunee replied, "Hm. Tempting." then whispered off stage to some of her fanbase. Within a few minutes they returned with a **** from her own collection. It was a tall, redheaded girl of about 20, with a firm body and big breasts. She was naked except for a big green strapon and matching ballgag. "Bagged this one in Ireland." Sunee said matter-of-factly. "Uses that strapon like she was born with it, but I never let her speak because she swears like a sailor. Loves using those talented fingers to pleasure Mistress too, don't you?"

After a few moments inspecting the other girl's ****, Chichi and Sunee agreed. The winner of the bout would get to keep the loser's slavegirl. With Emily and the Irish girl secured to posts near the ring, the fight could begin.