The audience "decides" and the slaves are introduced

The fans and guests made such a racket yelling suggestions that Jack couldn't hear a thing.

"Oil? I was hoping you all would say that!" Zoe said in an almost singsong voice.

A couple of her working girls came dragging a rubber mat that they threw into the bottom of the pit. Several others came with gallon jugs of oil, and they took up position around the pit.

"Zoe, what are you planning?" Jack growled in her ear.

"Be quiet Jack, Animals can't talk." Zoe whispered back.

"Now, let's see who we've got for 'challengers'"! Zoe yelled over the noise. "We'll just go alphabetically so no one gets mad about favoritism, so Baroness, you can go first."

Baroness sniffed. "This is Paris Hampton." Paris was wearing a harness for her chest that wrapped around her breasts and made them swell even larger than they usually were, and a pair of crotchless panties. She was restrained by a simple pair of thumbcuffs. "If there's anything I despise more than peasants, it's peasants that blunder their way into money, and especially when they think it makes you their equal. This one..." And she yanked Paris' hair. "Thought she could make deals with me, when she wasn't even smart enough to know what the deal she was trying to make was. Now she's working for me until her granddaddy buys her back."

"Excellent, I love it when people bring in slaves that we don't even have to feel sorry for. Boss Bitch, who've you got?"

"This is Dolly the School Bully. As some of you may know, she cost me a shot at the World Title, and so she's working off her debts."

Dolly's arms were tied behind her back, and her legs were shackled at the thigh. She was also gagged. She looked much more angry than anything else though.

"Oh, now this could be a lot of fun! Somebody who isn't used to being a **** and who has something to prove! Just look at her, ladies and gentlemen, she's pissed! But moving along, Miss H?"

Miss H pulled the girl next to her to her feet. "This is Jamie of the Study Buddies. She told me she is tired of being a jobber and wants to learn to fight, and so I am teaching her. That is why she is not restrained. But my methods are. not. gentle. Are they?"

"No miss." Jamie said. She was dressed in her usual white blouse. Her plaid skirt wasn't the usual one - it didn't even cover her hips and she wasn't wearing anything under it.

"And things just keep getting more interesting! Mimi?"

"I would like to go last, s'il vous plaît," Mimi said with a curtsy.

"Well, whatever. Vicki?"

Vicki looked slightly embarrassed. "This is Susan, I think you all know her." She had a complicated looking series of ropes tied around Susan's breasts, including ropes running across the tops of them, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Vicki was holding the end of four ropes. "I went to rather a lot of work to get her away from Amber, and I wish someone had told me that this seems to be a night to try something different. Needless to say, Susan will be punished for this one way or another." She twisted three of the ropes together and plucked the one in the middle like a violin string. Susan yelped, it was hard to tell if in pain or pleasure, and began panting.

"Mimi?"

"Yes, Madame Zoe, remercie. I have somezing entirely different for you all. I wanted a capable ****, not a weakling. Weaklings are cheap. I purchased this one, at expennse en liberté, and we will see if she is all that she was promised to be. Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce to you, Victorie!"