The King ushered his women into a private room and walked to the balcony. "Ladies, come take a look."
Cleo walked over to the balcony and looked down at the sea of squirming bodies. She wanted to ask what was happening but she didn't, remembering the lesson from earlier in the day.
She was lucky though, the King was in a good enough mood to explain the situation to the confused potentials. "What you see down there is the display of physical strength the Slave House puts on before the auction. Tomorrow will be the water show and then the auction. The show right now is a contest. The slave that wins will get his pick of the female slaves to be paired with. It's all very exciting. If the winner is particularly special this year, maybe I will give him a treat." The King's face was light up like a kid on Christmas.
The First Queen smiled at Cleo and Mallory and whispered, "I haven't seen him this happy in decades."
The First Queen leaned over the railing to whisper something in the King's ear. He smiled and patted her hand and then reached behind to pinch her ass.
Cleo and Mallory sat down on the bench and watched as a pair of men were dragged onto the stage. They were glistening from oil and sweat. Both were stark naked.
The spotlight came off the stage briefly to light the King and her said a few words before the wrestling began.
At first, it didn't seem like either had the up hand. Then suddenly one of was pinned only to slip out before the count could be finished. He was pinned again shortly, outmatches by the horned beast above him.
The first round based quickly, and then things got very interesting. Cleo couldn't believe what she was seeing during the second round. The winners of the second round had to pin their opponents to the ground by mounting them.
The third round was even more brutal to watch, but the oiled bodies finally made sense. The winners had to pound the losers until they came; some grunting, some silently climaxing, others moaning out names.
The fourth and final round was a shock to everyone. The King stood up to make an announcement just as it began, "In light of my current status, I can't participate to my usual vigor, but I have an exciting new twist for this reason. One of my potential queens has volunteered to play the prey for the next round. The winner will be the slave who catches and makes her come the fastest. Mallory, my dear, step up!"
Mallory's fingers paused in their pursuit of her orgasm as she was forced upright. The Devil King smiled at her as he summoned her to him and then lowered her onto the stage, "It seems she was so desperate to get off she forgot an important rule: the King chooses your pleasure! So you, my wonderful subjects, will be her punishment!"
He sat down to watch as the round started up again. Cleo moved her hand from where it was creeping on her thigh to grip the back of the chair leg. She did not want to be the next source of the King's entertainment.
Mallory floated down to the stage and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she bolted for the side. She was caught misstep over a white light and thrown back to the center stage into the waiting arms of the first contestant. She struggled against him but he was too big. He pulled up her dress just enough to get his hand under.
Mallory's eyes glazed over as his hand got busy under her dress. The King smiled down at her, meeting her eyes as the clock over her stopped. The slave immediately let her go and stepped back into the crowd of contestants as his number popped up on a ranking list with the time next to it.
Mallory panted on all fours in the middle of the stage. After the slave had left her, she dropped to the ground and didn't move for quite some time.
Then a buzzer sounded; the sound of the beginning of the next contestant's turn. Mallory scrambled up and ran to the edge of the stage. She watched the contestant warily, lunging away when he tried to grab her. This male was thin and too fast for Mallory. He grabbed the edge of her dress and it ripped enough to create a slit up to Mallory's thigh. Once the slave had her pinned, he slipped his hand around her leg and through the slit to finger her.
From her position in the balcony, Cleo could see the slave's fingers quickly pumping in and out of Mallory's slick cunt. Cleo felt a sweat break out on her face as she fought to resist playing with her own clit as the slave on stage tugged on Mallory's and made her cum with a scream.
Cleo looked over to the King but he shook his head at her so Cleo wrapped her hands tighter around the chair legs and turned her attention back to the main stage. The biggest man was still winning and the thin man had slunk off stage back to the back of the crowd.
The next contestant was the youngest by far and a tail was whipping around his legs as he stalked to the edge of the ring. As the buzzer sounded, he dashed in and grabbed one of Mallory's ankles as she tried to get back to her feet. He swung her high and dangling her above the stage. Her breasts popped out of her dress as she struggled upside down. He stepped close to her and ripped her dress down the front. It hung loosely from her arms, no longer protecting her from the lustful gazes of the men in the pit.
The contestant stepped fully into Mallory's bubble and began to tug and pull on her nipples. The rest of the room was so quiet Cleo could hear her moans and whimpers as the contestant angled his head. He bent down and began to lick slowly at the juices that stared to dry after running down her legs. He followed them to their source and sent Mallory over the edge by pinching her nipples as he plunged his tongue into her.
The rest of the contestants took their turns but none has were as close as the first three in time. By the end of the fourth round, Mallory was spent. She didn't bother to get up when all of the contestants were brought on stage to announce the winner. The male with tail stepped forward and held his arms up in victory.
The King stood clapping, for the victor who looked up, "Congratulations! Before you go to claim your female, I will offer you a choice. My other potential Queen is feeling a little neglected by the looks of strain on her chairs. You may use her for the night or come join all of us in the royal suite. Either way, you will enjoy yourself."
The victor's smile grew even wider, "I would be honored to join you in the royal suite."
The King smiled, "Excellent. Go claim your female. I will send some to collect you once we are settled in."
He turned away form the railing and focused his attention on the servants behind Cleo's head. "Send someone to remove Mallory from the stage and have her taken back to limo for her personal's care. Poor girl has probably had too much excitement for the night."