Victory for whom?

“Allow me to congratulate you on your victory”, the official told me.

Despite the fact, that I already experienced it, the feeling was still quite bizarre. The utter pain and torment I was in vanished completely and before I knew it I was teleported inside the small office, where I was given the same spiel as with Aiju. The only difference being that the official was wearing a gas mask. Great, would love to get one of those for me as well but it did appear that most of the poison on Cassandra had dissipated in the time she spend in whatever that black abyss was.

As for Cassandra herself, she was even more out of it. Whatever happened to her in there, it was bad enough that it sapped all her bravado. And so, still completely naked, she sat defeated on a chair while I held this conversation.

The devil was no further help either. After giving me a (no doubt mocking) bow, she, as well as her box, vanished in a black void. Presumably returning to the witch that send her in the first place.

“Mr. Beta? Do you wish to sell your **** to us?”

That statement got me out of my reverie. That's right. Cassandra was my **** now. I...didn't really had time to think this through.

It certainly seemed the proper choice. Subjecting Cassandra to the same fate she caused countless others seemed only just. But if the tournament was in on it, wouldn’t she simply escape punishment? Well, that was I’d like to tell myself at least. In truth, seeing how defeated and pathetic Cassandra looked, I just couldn’t bring myself to it.

“No.”

Cursing my own softness, I spoke the following words with a heavy sigh.” “I will keep her. Also, I intend to install the safety orders.”

I wasn't a complete fool. No doubt Cassandra would happily **** me if I let my guard down for even a second.

Cassandra let out only a grunt, as the hundreds of orders invaded her brain. Followed by a murmured curse.

“Excellent. Then that will be I all. I wish you great success for the next round.”

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“Stupid fucking dumbfuck. Do you have any idea what you did? Damn moron.”

It didn’t take long to regret my decision.

The sound of curses accompanied the stream of hissing waters. Not wanting to take any chances I made sure to take Cassandra to the waiting room’s shower and ordered her to clean herself thoroughly.

Cassandra cursed me pretty much all the way through the shower. Beyond that though, she seemed lively enough. Suspiciously so, in fact. “You seem to have recovered rather well.”

The huntress stepped out of the shower dripping wet and completely naked. I gulped as I averted my gaze. Her lack of shame was quite something. She tapped her head. “I got to thank these fucking safety orders for that. They mess with your brain just enough to prevent any trauma from forming.”

“Really?” That was no doubt a good thing in this situation, but it still felt very wrong to me. I probably should read that booklet properly at some point.

“Believe it or not, most owners actually don't want a mind broken toy. With this you can put your **** trough as much **** as you want”, Cassandra explained while she casually dried herself with a towel.

“Sounds like the perfect fate for a slaver.”

“Oh, fuck off, you stupid fuck. Everybody who participates here knows the risk. Why aren't you going after the organizers or sponsors instead? Or hell, mouth off against the ones actually buying the slaves!”

“Is it true?” I asked. “Are your matches fixed? Tell the truth.”

Cassandra blinked at me in confusion. “Fixed...where the hell did you…” Then she started laughing. “Oh, I get it. Some matches are fixed alright, not mine though. Sure would be nice if that was the case but I’m not on that good terms with the fuckers in charge.”

Cassandra shouldn’t be able to lie...so she’s telling the truth? Wait...”If Ben wasn’t in on it, how come he wasn’t affected by your poison? He was with us in the arena the whole time.”

The slaver groaned loudly. “Oh, come on! Use your head! That thing is an airborne poison! It only works on small distances and even then prolonged exposure is needed. It was easy enough to stay away from the referee boy.”

That made sense, I suppose. “Alright, fine. Even if you aren’t cheating, you still sell slaves on the Black Market.”

Cassandra was not impressed. “So what if I am? You think slaves care if their sold legally or not?”

“Are you saying that you’re just a small cog and shouldn't be punished because of it?”

“No, I am saying you are a hypocritical scumbag, who uses fucking devils to win his battles. Dipshit”, Cassandra spat. “You’re gonna fuck me now or later?”

I flushed. “W-why would I do that?”

Cassandra pointed at her well developed boobs. “You hate me and want to punish me. **** is the most obvious thing to do in this situation.”

“I-I won’t have sex with you!” Not that her body wasn’t very inviting, freshly showered like this. It really highlighted her trained figure.

Cassandra laughed at my obvious staring. “Yeah right, your just a paragon of virtue, aren’t you? A fucking inspiration to us all.”

However because of this ogling, I noticed for the first time the surprising amount of scars Cassandra had all over her body. “Did the devil do this to you?”

My **** rolled her eyes at that. “Then they would have healed, genius.”

“R-right”, I stuttered awkwardly. It wasn't a discussion I was keen on having anyways. “Lets go back to my room”, I ordered her.

The devil ended up taking all of her clothes, so Cassandra had to follow me in nothing but a towel. My aim was to humiliate her with this but annoyingly she seemed to mind that a lot less then myself. “What exactly happened inside that black ball?”, I asked in a hope to break the awkward tension.

“Do you have a quota on pointless trivia you are gonna ask per day or will you be a noisy fucknugget til bed? How about we discuss the shitty situation you are in instead. Because, boy, are you fucked.”

Insults aside, this admittedly caught my interest. “What exactly are you referring?”

“The deal with the devil you made, moron.”

I let out a sigh. “Can you please stop calling me names?”

“Want me to refer to you as master instead?”, Cassandra sneered. “Doesn't make you any less of an imbecile, dumbass.”

Oh, screw this.

“Actually, I thought of something better.” I smiled at her. “Every time you insult me you receive a very strong orgasm.”

“Oh you stupid, fucking...” Cassandra moaned and her legs buckled. She really should have known better, but perhaps she just wanted to test things out. “Alright, f-fine no more insults. Ugh...”

“As for what to call me, I leave that up to you. Come up with something that is very humiliating for you. You have until tomorrow.”

Cassandra was silent for a bit, before letting out a small chuckle. “Shit, you might actually be a natural at this.”

I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn't deny that it felt somewhat nice to finally put Cassandra in her place. “Now, I think we where talking about that devil...”

“Oh yeah...shit. I still can't believe you...God, you are so fu...” Cassandra took a deep breath and thought better. “Listen, where did you get that black box?”

I told Cassandra about my conversation with Beatrice, which resulted in another laugh.

“Oh, you...urgh...wow, that fucking bitch.” A few deep breaths followed. “Alright, listen up here. You got into a deal with a devil. That alone would be bad enough. But you just accepted that contract without even knowing the contents. I mean, who does that? Holy shit. I saw many dumb fucking idiots in my life, but you...” Another moan erupted as Cassandra dropped down to her knees. “Worth it”, she proclaimed.

I started to regret my orgasm order already. With Cassandra dressed as she was and us up on the Fighter’s way, we obviously attracted a huge amount of attention. Still, this conversation was more important then that. “Well, excuse me. I was in the process of getting killed, you know.”

“So what? You would have gotten revived right away instead you...you...arghhh!!!” Cassandra scratched her head in frustration. “Do you have even the slightest idea what you got yourself into?”

“Please, enlighten me.”

“Oh fuck, you really don't get it, do you?”, Cassandra shook her head and inhaled deeply. “That devil bitch could have put whatever she wanted into that contract. But usually devils want one thing and one thing only. Now, take a fucking guess what that is.”

I wasn't a complete moron. Cassandra didn't have to spell it out for me.

“Souls.”