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Woe to the Conquered

Written By: Spudz

"So the big match is next, huh?"

"Yeah. Do ya think she'll pull it off?"

"Hard to say. I ain't never seen one go all the way before."

"No kidding. But there's a first time for everything I s'pose."

"I've got twenty pieces in her favor."

"I bet against her on this one."

"What? Why?"

"Her opponent is no push over..."

With a heavy sigh, Dailieli tried to tune the guards' conversation out of mind. They were, of course, talking about her, not even caring that the lioness could hear their every word. Why should they, when she was nothing more than a piece of property in their eyes?

The two wolves continued their idle chat, standing just outside the iron bars of Dailieli's holding cell. She scowled at them, her feline eyes almost glowing in the dim light of the single incandescent bulb that lit the room outside her cell. But her menacing look was ignored. They didn't even glance in her general direction, not even acknowledging her existence to begin with.

Not that she cared what they thought of her. By now, she was used to such treatment, and had come to accept the rudeness of her lupine guards. Let them look down upon her as the lowly slave that she was. It mattered naught to her, especially today, when freedom was almost within her grasp.

The shackles binding Dailieli's wrists felt lighter than usual as she rested up against the damp wall of her cramped cell, maintaining her poise even while the guards continued to drone on about her upcoming match. The last year of her life had been nothing but pure hell. Yet, through it all she had persevered, enduring great tests of her will and determination... and now all that perseverance was finally going to pay off. There was just one more challenge she had to overcome.

The waiting before the match was always the worst. No matter how much she tried to busy her mind with menial things, her thoughts never strayed from the possible consequences of the upcoming bout. She could only count the number of cracks splayed across the wall so many times before the task became meaningless, and the guards certainly weren't going to entertain her.

Time stood still when she least wanted it to. It was almost like they were trying to unnerve her by drawing things out. But what could she do? She had no choice but to wait it out.

It felt like an entire week had passed before the lioness's ears perked at the sound of a door opening just out of sight. She watched as the two guards went silent and turned toward the source with a curious regard. When they didn't make any move to stop or question the newcomer, it was clear to her who it was.

Her suspicion was confirmed by the sight of a jackal coming to stand just on the other side of the iron bars of the cell. He was of middling age, with a rather unimposing stature and a slight gut that bespoke a sedate lifestyle, as was common for a slave trader.

For several months now, Sulrano had been Dailieli's owner, and had been the one to introduce the lioness to the fighting underworld. The jackal was a good judge of character, and had been quick to see the profit in entering her in bouts after acquiring the lioness in a trade. Her subsequent success had deepened his pockets substantially.

"Big day today," Sulrano greeted, flashing Dailieli a toothy grin.

There was a certain crookedness to his smile, which worried her. She had been around the trader long enough to know he was up to something, although what, she could only begin to guess at. In light of his mischievous air though, the lioness elected to keep her peace, instead slowly bringing herself to stand on her bare paws stoically. She wouldn't stoop to playing his games.

Sulrano was undaunted by her silence. "I have a lot riding on you today. Go out there and win for the both of us. You're gonna make me a wealthy man."

As he gloated, the jackal inserted a key into the lock of the iron door, and let the bars swing open to the protest of the rusted hinges. Dailieli was happy to finally be out of the cramped holding cell, although she made sure to keep her expression impassive as she calmly removed herself from its confining space. She could never afford to show the dogs any weakness, not for an instant. No matter what, she had to stay strong.

Sulrano replaced the cell key into a loop on his belt. "Your opponent is eager to meet you, little one. This should prove to be quite an... entertaining match. We shouldn't keep him waiting."

The lioness was forced to follow in his wake as he quickly moved off toward the door from which he had entered, striding with giddy delight. She could hear the heavy purse of coin jingle in his coat pocket with his every step, no doubt recently paid as part of the handsome fee he had just collected for the upcoming fight.

The two wolves fell instep behind her, their conversation picking up once more right where they had left off, although they now kept their eyes on her carefully.

Dailieli always found it amusing how the mongrels took great pains to ensure she never escaped. Even without the shackles around her wrists, the guards armed with batons, and all the locked doors, she wasn't going anywhere. If she had managed to escape, where would she go? The sight of a feline walking around the streets would draw unwanted attention before she could make it a block.

Keeping to her thoughts, Dailieli silently followed the jackal through several passages, which seemed to weave about like a maze. She knew they were underground. The walls that surrounded her as she walked were old and worn, the air thick with the damp musty odor of mold. The whole building reeked of age and neglect; the kind of place where the worst sort of criminals and scum liked to hide.

After a few twists and turns, Sulrano came to a halt before one last doorway, which was veiled by a dingy curtain. The distinct murmur of many hushed conversations emanated from the other side of the cloth with an air of anxious anticipation. Dailieli felt her nervous excitement get the better of her, escaping in an anxious sigh. This was it...

Following Sulrano, she emerged through the curtain to a decently sized room with a fighting ring positioned squarely at its center. Elevated a meter off the surrounding floor, the square canvas mat was ringed by several ropes and padded turnbuckles around the outer edge. The smell of mold and filth wasn't so bad in here. The owners of the establishment tried to at least keep the main venue somewhat clean for their paying guests. Dailieli was convinced that many of the patrons didn't really care one way or the other.

Rows of seats butted up against the edge of the ring, almost completely encircling the canvas. With the room's only light focused on the stage, the surrounding stands were cast in a shadowy backdrop, serving to provide a sense of privacy for the audience who had come to watch the bout, and for good reason. This wasn't a typical fight.

The smell of mold may have diminished, but a new scent was quick to replace its rankness. Dailieli's nose wrinkled at the almost overpowering smell of canine arousal. The scent permeated the air profusely, thick and almost choking to breathe.

In the beginning, it had been disconcerting knowing that every canine in the stands had paid money to watch her get ravaged by her opponent. But now, after many matches in the ring, she found herself undaunted by their hungry gazes, how they sized her up like a prize for the taking. She didn't care about the audience, only the competitor that she faced. He was her only real concern.

The rules of the match were simple. No punching, kicking, biting, clawing... nothing could be done to injure an opponent intentionally; because that would damage the goods as the slave traders liked to say. That wasn't good business. Instead, the combatants had to wrestle their adversary into submission, pinning them to the canvas for a count of ten. Only then, did the real show begin.

Reaching the edge of the ring, Dailieli held out her hands perfunctorily for her owner to remove the shackles, which he promptly did with another key that he produced from his belt loop. Once the iron was done away with, she expertly pulled herself up to slide underneath the lowest rope in one smooth motion to stand on the stage.

Alone in the ring, the lioness shrugged off the unsettling feeling of having so many predatory eyes locked on her. Instead she focused on maintaining her cool, concentrating on breathing slow and steadily. She had to remain calm, and keep her wits about her if she wanted to win. Nothing else mattered... nothing.

"What are you wait'n for?" Sulrano called out impatiently from below. "Get on with it!"

The pudgy little bastard was always impatient.

Sighing to herself, the lioness brought her hands down to the bottom hem of her rag shirt, and pulled the tattered fabric up over her head to the appreciative whistling from the stands around her. She did away with formality and disrobed methodically to reveal the supple curves of her modest feminine figure, soon wearing nothing but her soft tan fur. The subsequent hoots and hollers from the shadowy audience greeted her as they finally got to take in her full naked splendor. It was what they had paid for after all.

For a feline slave, Dailieli was well looked after. Sulrano had made sure she was always well groomed and fed. The cramped holding cell was only a temporary arrangement before matches; in general, she had adequate living conditions, and she enjoyed freedoms most slaves could only dream about. It was in her owner's best interest to keep the lioness's figure in near perfect form; else she would have no opponents to face.

The stakes were high for this particular type of match. If Dailieli lost, her adversary was given free rein to have his way with her right there in the fighting ring. Thus was the draw of this seedy venue for both audience and combatants alike. Any dog could pay a fee to have a go with the lioness or another slave of similar tasteful characteristics. But there was a catch.

Dailieli waited silently, watching the doorway that she knew her opponent would enter from. She had seen nineteen adversaries pass through that particular entrance since she had first entered the ring several weeks ago, and not one of them had been able to defeat her and claim her coveted virginity, an exceptionally strong draw for her foes.

If the slave managed to win, the odds of which weren't very good normally, they were given the chance to ravage their canine opponent in any way they saw fit. Dailieli had always opted simply to end the match with the final count of ten, much to the anger of the audience. She took a certain pleasure in it, denying the mutts the smut show they had come to see. It was a small victory in the grand scheme of things, but she would take whatever she could get.

Now, her luck only had to hold out for one more bout. She was so close to winning her twentieth match. And with that important victory, came the desired freedom she had so desperately sought... but only if she won.

A shadow suddenly appeared in the passageway, giving Dailieli her first glimpse of the dog she would fight. Anxiously, she stood leaning against the ropes of the ring, trying to get a better look at her adversary. When he finally did emerge into the room, she had to stifle a gasp, almost losing her focus.

He was an arctic fox, no taller than her. The vulpine's thin build came as a surprise. He definitely wasn't very muscular, and didn't even look like someone who would willingly climb into a fighting ring. But here he was, strolling toward the canvas all the same.

This didn't make sense. She was used to fighting opponents who outweighed her vastly, sometimes by as much as a hundred kilos or more. And yet, she had still managed to outmaneuver and overwhelm each adversary with relative ease. So what did this fox hope to accomplish?

Unknown to most of her opponents, Dailieli was well versed in the feline martial art of Calo. This nonlethal defensive fighting style was perfectly tailored for the types of matches she fought. Through blocking and careful posturing, the fighting technique was designed to turn an opponent's strengths against him, without the use of excessive force such as claws or fists. When the tables were turned, a series of submission holds could then be employed to end the fight without any harm coming to either combatant... most of the time.

Dailieli had exercised this one-two defensive combo with pinpoint precision numerous times, catching every rushing opponent by complete surprise. Surely the arctic fox knew how she fought. He'd have to live under a rock to not know about the lioness's reputation for twisting her opponents into knots. Maybe he didn't, judging by how he strode toward the ring with the same confidence she had seen on every adversary that had come before him. Something about this fight didn't add up.

The fox wasted no time pulling himself up through the ropes to enter the ring, only to meet Dailieli's incredulous look as he came to stand opposite her.

He smiled, flashing her a knowing grin that made the lioness's fur stand on end. She was taken aback by his poise; his look conveyed a sense of superiority, like he actually thought he could best her. The thought provoked a scoff from the feline. She would make him see the error of his ways.

Her expression must have betrayed her thoughts, as the fox's grin grew wider. "So, I finally get to meet the unbeatable Dailieli."

She started. He had spoken in her native tongue... never had she heard her own language uttered by a dog. They usually found the dialect archaic and beneath them, the language only slaves spoke.

"I've heard about your exploits down here in this ring," he continued, appearing to take pleasure in Dailieli's astonished look. "I figured I'd come and have a go to really see what you can do. I hope you don't disappoint."

His candor surprised her. "You seem sure of yourself," the lioness countered dubiously, managing to regain her composure. The excitement of the crowd intensified around them.

"I have been told I can be quite narcissistic."

The frankness of the fox's reply gave Dailieli pause. His arrogance was troubling, putting her on guard. There was obviously more to him than meets the eye. "What's your name?"

His ears flicked at her query. "They call me Ketalo." He gave her an elegant bow with a broad sweep of his hand. "And since I already know yours, that puts us on equal terms."

"How do you know my language?"

The fox's expression took on a quizzical look, as if she had asked him why the sun rose in the east every morning. "My dear Dailieli, it is my business to know my opponent." He fixed her with a sly look, making her fur bristle. "In this contest, you have to understand everything there is to know about your adversary, so you know what they will do before they act. Do you not agree?"

Dailieli's gaze wavered as he eyed her with a slight tilt of the head, inviting her to respond. When she elected to hold her tongue, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"They always try to play the strong quiet type," Ketalo spoke to no one in particular. He motioned to the shadows that surrounded the ring on all sides. "In any case... I don't care about giving these criminals and lowlifes the show they came to see. This is between you and me."

His confidence never faltered as the arctic fox proceeded to unceremoniously disrobe, shedding his clothing to allow the full splendor of his ghost white fur to shine in the artificial light of the ring. There was indeed hardly any muscle evident on his small frame, yet that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. Now she could see that the vulpine appeared quite nimble on his paws. He may not have been a powerful opponent, but he would be quick.

That thought only lingered for a brief moment, before the lioness's gaze fell between his legs.

Ketalo was indeed a gifted individual. His canine maleness stood fully erect out of the sheath, its crimson flesh contrasting drastically with his white fur. She found herself staring, watching his arousal pulse slightly in tune to the fox's heartbeat. For an individual of his size and stature, she was surprised just how big he was.

"Like what you see?" Ketalo spoke, raising an eyebrow as his words jolted her out of her stupor. He brought a hand up to slowly stroke along his length. "I don't think I've ever been this excited for a match. I'm going to enjoy this."

Dailieli hissed, baring her fangs angrily. "Fucking try! I'll make you regret it!"

Her threat was met by only his haughty grin. "I look forward to seeing you try."

The excited murmuring of the crowd around them continued to build in intensity. By now a wolf had joined the two combatants in the ring. As the referee, his job was to oversee the match, and to make sure the fight was fair. Dailieli always welcomed his presence, since he was there more for her protection than anything else. Slave traders didn't like seeing their goods damaged.

"Alright, you both know the rules," the ref articulated over the noise of the crowd, standing between the combatants, more out of formality than anything. "Let's have a good clean fight."

With those words, the wolf removed himself from between them, signifying the start of the match. There would be no more waiting, no more verbal sparring. It was time for Dailieli to earn her freedom.

The lioness assumed her defensive stance, hands up, legs postured to spring at a moment's notice. Her strategy was deceptively simple: let her opponent make the first move, and react to his advance with an expertly timed block or dodge. Yet, Ketalo surprised her once again.

The arctic fox held his ground. It was the first time Dailieli's opponent had not simply rushed her in a frenzy, hoping to overwhelm her with power and muscle. He instead fell into a fighting stance much like her own, watching her keenly. The earlier arrogance was nowhere to be seen. Only a cold focused gaze faced her down as she looked into his eyes, the eyes of an experienced fighter. This bout was different.

They slowly circled one another, each weighing their opponent carefully. All around the ring, the din of excitement from the audience reached a fevered pitch. It was becoming harder for Dailieli to keep her focus on the fox.

What should I do? Was he waiting for her to make the first move? She had not expected Ketalo to exercise patience, especially given how aroused he was.

Her eyes kept falling to his tapered malehood, which throbbed enticingly between the fox's legs. The anxious thrill she felt at the alluring sight was disconcerting, and quickly shoved out of her mind. Why did her thoughts keep dwelling on his cock at a time like this?

It was at that instant that Ketalo chose to strike.

He moved in a flash, legs suddenly exploding with a surge of unexpected power. The vulpine practically flew at Dailieli with his hands outstretched before him. She had almost been caught completely by surprise.

Time slowed drastically as she prepared for the oncoming attack, aiming to counter in the fraction of a second she had. She would use his forward momentum against him, deflecting the fox away from where she stood while simultaneously bringing herself around to wrap him up from behind. It was a classic defensive ploy, and had worked flawlessly for her so far.

With everything she had, Dailieli sidestepped away from the fox's charge, pushing out with both arms to parry his attack. She felt him brush harmlessly by her, his momentum still carrying him forward. Now, all she had to do was turn and take him from behind before he could recover.

The lioness expertly pivoted about on her paws, reaching out to snag her opponent in a hold... only to find no one there.

He disappeared?

Her mind only had a mere instant to try making sense of the unexpected turn of events, before a swift force abruptly swept Dailieli's legs out from underneath her. There wasn't even time for her to react as the canvas came up to painfully greet her vision.

The lioness was stunned; her vision tunneled inward as stars danced across her eyes. What just happened?

She lay there in a stupor, trying to shake it off, only to realize that she was face down on the ring. With frantic effort, she tried to get up, yet was surprised to find herself unable to move. Only then did she comprehend the horror of her predicament.

The full weight of Ketalo rested firmly against the small of her back, as he held one of her arms tightly back against her shoulder blade. His other hand pressed down firmly against her head, driving the side of her muzzle into the canvas, further pinning her down. She was immobilized against the fox's hold!

"I had heard you may know Calo," Ketalo spoke calmly from just over her head. His warm breath wafted across Dailieli's sensitive ear, making her flinch. "I see the rumors are true."

She struggled against his hold, only to have his grip on her arm tighten, making her freeze as the pain became too much.

"You may be skilled in martial arts," Ketalo continued, unfazed by her attempt to wrench herself free. "But you still have much to learn."

And just that suddenly, the grip holding her arm was gone.

Confused by the abruptness of his absence, Dailieli threw herself over into a sitting position atop the canvas. She found her opponent standing casually next to the turnbuckle, arms folded across his chest.

Ketalo motioned with a quick jerk of his muzzle upon meeting her eyes. "Get up. I've seen how you fight when you face a weak opponent." He continued to look down upon her, holding himself in a higher regard like a teacher judging the worth of a student. "Now then, show me what you really can do."

As the fox waited, Dailieli cautiously got to her paws, making sure to keep her eyes trained on him. Much to her further bewilderment, he held his ground, allowing her to fully recover.

Once more, the two fighters faced one another on equal terms. All the while, the crowd around them roared with unparalleled energy.

"How do you know Calo?" Dailieli demanded above the din of noise around them. She fell back into a defensive stance. "Only my kind knows its ways."

The vehemence of her words was again brushed aside. "My dear Dailieli, did I not already say? It is my business to know my opponent."

The bastard was toying with her...

Dailieli's growing anger intensified. She hissed at him. "Fucking try that again!"

"Perhaps I will."

The fox unfolded his arms and dropped down into a stance, the haughtiness of his expression disappearing once more. She suddenly found herself facing the same unreadable gaze of a practiced fighter that had taken her by surprise moments before. It was like she was confronting a wholly different opponent. Just the mere sight of his unwavering gaze made her blood run cold.

Ketalo held his ground again, standing motionless before her save for the slight sway of his bushy tail. His stance, the lioness saw, was a hybrid between a defensive and offensive Calo posture. This wasn't good...

Dailieli was fighting an opponent far beyond anything she had ever faced before. Never would she have thought to come across a mongrel who was practiced in the feline martial arts. He would know every subtle tell of her moves, how to counter and block anything she could throw his way. The comprehension only intensified her growing fear. How could she win?

The lioness shook her head, trying to steady her nerves. There was one possible solution. If he knew every weakness in her fighting style, then she simply had to be unpredictable. So far, Dailieli had only played her hand defensively. She had to go on the attack and catch him off guard with an offensive ploy. It was the best chance she had to turn the bout in her favor.

It was now or never.

Her legs uncoiled in a violent surge of raw desperate power, propelling the lioness forward toward her opponent. The noise of the crowd died away as her vision tunneled in on Ketalo. Time, again, slowed to a gut-wrenching standstill.

And then everything suddenly happened too fast.

Just as she closed the distance to her opponent, Dailieli lashed out with a calculated two-fold attack, leading off with a feint to gain control of his arms, while simultaneously going for the waist in an attempt to take him down to the canvas. The move was an all or nothing gamble.

Her initial ruse seemed to work as the fox reacted... but then everything went horribly wrong.

Dailieli felt herself suddenly thrown off balance. In a terrifying moment of stark clarity, she realized Ketalo had read her attack perfectly.

There was no time for her to process this horrifying recognition, as a firm hand grasped at her forearm. There was a flash of white fur, and then the world around her suddenly flipped over as she was flung down against the canvas with an audible whamp!

Before she could react, Ketalo moved with blinding speed, bringing himself around behind the stunned lioness as she landed in an awkward sitting position. His arm suddenly appeared around her throat, quickly pulling tight to lock her in a choke hold.

"Not good enough," the fox chided from just over Dailieli's shoulder. His hold around her neck grew tighter, sending a wave of panic through her.

Dailieli gasped, trying desperately to breathe. It took every ounce of her willpower to resist the urge to claw at his arm. Doing so would've disqualified her from the match, and given him complete freedom to have his way with her, among worse punishments.

Ketalo's voice was calm and frightening, almost inaudible above the raucous shouts of the audience. "You're gonna have to do better than that."

She had to get free! Dailieli tried with all her strength to pry his arm from around her neck, but the fox's hold was solid. The fear she felt was overwhelming. Her vision tunneled inward. There was nothing she could do!

Just as everything went dark, the hold around the lioness's neck relented. Stunned, she fell back against her opponent, gasping for breath.

The fox's powerful scent inundated her nose, sending her senses whirling. "Such a work of art," Ketalo breathed throatily. His arms snaked their way underneath her own, hands groping her modest breasts provocatively. "All the right curves of true beauty."

Dailieli panted, her breath ragged and uneven. His canine erection brushed up against the small of her back, taunting her, just waiting to take her cherished virginity.

It was all she needed to remind herself how much was at stake in this fight. No! She couldn't let that happen!

The lioness struggled to free herself from Ketalo's grasp, managing to remove his roaming hands from her breasts. For a moment, she actually felt like she had escaped from his hold... only to have her hopes dashed by the firm grip of a hand on the scruff of her neck.

"Still some fight left I see," the fox observed with approval.

Keeping her restrained, Ketalo pulled Dailieli to her paws. Before she could gather herself, he forcefully shoved her into the nearby padded turnbuckle, provoking a startled yowl of pain from the lioness as the wind was knocked out of her.

She remained there, hanging against the ropes of the ring in a painful daze with arms draped over top. Only the vague shadowy outlines of the nearby audience greeted her muddled vision. They seemed to tunnel in on her, mocking her helplessness.

Ketalo was upon her again, grinding up against her defenseless body from behind. She could feel his roaming hands across the soft fur of her haunches. He growled raucously into her ear.

Desperation seized Dailieli. Spinning about on her paws in a sudden flurry of motion, her arm swung viciously out toward Ketalo, claws bared in defiance of the punishment their use carried. Her final bid to turn the tide of the match proved hopeless.

The fox parried her attack with practiced ease, sending Dailieli spinning completely off balance. In that brief opening he countered, pulling her forward, until her head was buried between his thighs.

She was stunned into inaction. She could feel his furry balls resting lightly against the back of her head; the overpowering musk of his arousal flooded her nose.

Suddenly, two arms wrapped themselves around the lioness's waist and pulled upward, lifting her completely off her paws to her startled gasp of surprise. Once more, the world around her spun in a disorientating fashion, until everything abruptly stopped.

Her eyes went wide in horror. She found herself perched precariously high above the ring below, astride Ketalo's shoulders. She was at his mercy while he held her there, ready to deliver the punishing blow she knew was about to come.

"Oh gods... please don't!"

Dailieli's plea was ignored as the fox threw her down toward the unforgiving ring.

With a sickening thud, she impacted squarely on her back, uttering a cry of agony as her body reeled from the powerful blow.

Lances of crippling pain consumed her. She remained spread eagle against the canvas, unable to do anything but stare up toward the bright ceiling lights in an excruciating daze, muzzle hung open in silent anguish.

Her view was suddenly obstructed by Ketalo, who moved in to finish the match. The fox sprawled across her chest and hooked an arm underneath one of her legs, pinning Dailieli to the canvas. She could feel his heavy breath as the canine panted above her, his fur brushing against the sensitive nipples of her breasts.

"1... 2... 3..."

The referee's count reached Dailieli's ears, almost drowned out by the wild cheers from the surrounding audience. She was about to lose the match, and the chance to gain her freedom! No... she had to keep fighting!

"6... 7... 8..."

Just as the referee's hand hit the canvas at the count of nine, Dailieli kicked out with all her remaining strength, barely managing to break out of the pin. The wild cheering from the stands diminished into a chorus of boos.

She had managed to stave off defeat, but to what end? Still lying there on the canvas, she breathed hoarsely, unable to pick herself up off the ring. Her energy was spent. She had nothing left to give...

"I'll admit," Ketalo spoke from above Dailieli, still holding her in the pin even though the count had stopped. "You have a fighting spirit." He finally let go of her and came to kneel beside her prone figure. She could only turn her head and look at him breathlessly.

"Alas, my patience wanes," the fox continued pitilessly, regarding her with hungry untamed eyes. Ketalo moved to stand upright, his arousal still prominently displayed to her distraught gaze. "It's time to end this."

In her exhausted state, Dailieli had no chance to react as he rolled her over onto her stomach. She could feel his leg swing over to straddle the small of her back, and then...

The lioness gasped with the feel of two hands firmly grasping her legs just above the paws. Oh god... he wasn't going to...

Ketalo's tail brushed against her ear as the fox leaned back, yanking her legs up and back at an unbearable angle. Dailieli cried out with the knifing pain that overwhelmed her. Her body was being folded over on top of itself!

She tore desperately at the canvas, dulled claws unable to get a firm grip. Her opponent leaned back further, applying even more pressure to her back.

"Come on, you can't win," Ketalo taunted, echoing the approving cheers of the audience. "End it; tell me to stop!"

Dailieli gritted her teeth, trying to shove the pain out of mind. But it was just too much. She felt her willpower cracking, slowly ebbing away with every passing second the fox applied the submission hold. There was no means of escape, no possible way out.

She looked out into the nearby stands, meeting the sinister eyes of the shadowy canine figures. They watched her torment with vivid attention, hungering for more. She saw no remorse, no pity for her circumstance... just pure remorseless lust.

In that moment, she had never felt more alone.

Dailieli's resolve finally broke. She just couldn't take any more. "Stop! I give up!"

Her words caused the agonizing pain to relent slightly as Ketalo relaxed his hold. "Submit to me," he growled. "Say it!"

She felt tears well up. "Yes! I... submit... please stop!"

The grip on her legs suddenly let go, allowing Dailieli's body to limply flop onto the canvas.

Ketalo wasted no time rolling her onto her back. His keen eyes met her own as the arctic fox slid himself fully on top of her prone form, pinning her once more. She didn't fight him. The match was already over.

The fox loomed over Dailieli, holding her arms down against the canvas while the count was carried out. She could feel his maleness pressing up against her inner thigh, almost brushing against her virgin sex. She shuddered, knowing what was to come. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

"8... 9... 10!"

With the final count, the crowd erupted in a rowdy cheer. The commotion seemed worlds away from the lioness.

"Now, I must take what is mine," Ketalo spoke through his panting, muzzle almost buried in her ear.

One of his hands released Dailieli's arm to grope her breast, massaging the supple orb. Even in her broken and exhausted state, she could still feel his every motion, how his fingers wove their way through her soft tan fur.

The fox's digits teased the tender flesh of her nipple, evoking a soft gasp from the feline. "Such a beautiful lioness," Ketalo breathed eagerly into Dailieli's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. His other hand moved to trace along the elegant curves of her hip, working its way against the lay of her fur.

Dailieli made no move to oppose his intimate touch, relegating herself to her fate as the fox continued to enjoy her body. She was his for him to do with what he pleased. Trying to fight it now would've brought unspeakable punishments down upon her.

Ketalo's roaming hand suddenly found its way between her legs, coming to rest ever so gently against the outer lips of her sex. His fingers just barely glanced against her intimacy, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Dailieli.

He chuckled mirthlessly. "Ah... I see I'm not the only one enjoying myself."

Eyes growing wide, Dailieli looked up toward him, meeting the vulpine's wicked smirk. She was surprised to find how wet she really was. Her arousal coated his fingers while he continued to tease her, much to the fox's growing amusement.

Dailieli felt her legs spread apart by his hips, bringing his pulsing erection ever closer to her sex. The spicy sweet scent of his arousal was stronger than ever, drowning out her surroundings. The crowd was all but forgotten. Only the fox dominated her world as he loomed above her, poised to mate with her right then and there on the ring canvas.

With a feral growl, Ketalo's hips surged forward, ruthlessly thrusting his cock deep into the lioness's virgin folds, claiming his coveted prize. Dailieli uttered a yowl of pain, feeling her sex taken for the first time. His malehood buried itself to the hilt in one merciless plunge, spreading her unbearably wide. Unconsciously, she wrapped her arms around him, trying to hold on while she was subjected to her first mating.

Ketalo paused with his hips flush against her own. His raspy breath came in quick pants. "Gods... so tight," the fox breathed hoarsely, his eyes clouded over.

As he held himself there, Dailieli felt the pain slowly begin to melt away, allowing a flood of new powerful sensations to overwhelm her senses. His tapered length throbbed deep within her sex, ready to fill her with the fox's seed. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Ketalo continued to growl as he pulled back, sliding his length almost fully from the lioness's sex. A pang of longing briefly overtook her at the absence of his cock, but only for a moment before she managed to forcefully quell the disconcerting thought. She had lost the match and her freedom... she couldn't lose to him by submitting to her baser desires!

The fox's hips slammed forward again, pounding his length viciously into Dailieli, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. His rhythm was quick to build, body thrusting in long powerful strokes, head canted back with eyes screwed shut in bliss.

The pain was gone, replaced instead by sensual waves of pleasure that washed over Dailieli's awareness with each plunge of the fox's cock. Her body began to betray her, succumbing to the passion of the moment. She just couldn't fight the gripping pleasure.

The crowd went silent, allowing the rough slurping and sucking of the mating pair to echo off the basement walls. Ketalo never relented his pace as the lioness wrapped her legs around him. Her body spurred him onward, trying to draw him deeper into her needing sex.

Motion out of the corner of Dailieli's eye drew her gaze over toward the referee. The wolf's pants and underclothing had been hastily removed, allowing his slick cock to stand fully erect to her eyes. She watched while he greedily stroked himself off, his gaze riveted on her form. She distantly sensed Ketalo's tempo becoming almost frenzied.

Dailieli could feel the eyes of the surrounding crowd upon her. The tension seemed to grow all around the ring, feeding off the energy of their coupling. Yet the shadowy spectators were so distant to her, almost in another world.

The arctic fox's knot began to grow, savagely spreading her wide with each swift thrust of his hips. Dailieli bared her fangs in a snarl, sensing the impending crescendo to their mating. Her body was being assaulted by a barrage of pure carnality. It was becoming too much for her to handle!

Finally, with one last violent plunge, Ketalo's knot forced its way into the feline's sex, inflating to lock the mating pair together. His hips became a wild blur, pounding against her quivering body in a likeness to his feral ancestors. Dailieli felt an unseen peak fast approach, threatening to overtake her awareness. With teeth clenching tight, she tried desperately to fight it off.

Ketalo's body tensed up above her, his guttural vocalizations becoming more strained. His knot tugged viciously at her abused folds, sending her toward the impending cliff. Each frantic thrust pushed her closer, and closer still... until she found herself perched on the knife's edge.

The fox suddenly pulled back with all his worth, and thrust his knotted malehood fully into Dailieli's sex, sending himself careening over the edge. With a throaty murr of sheer delight, he bucked his hips fervently, his tapered cock twitching powerfully as thick ropes of his seed sprayed against her heated folds.

Dailieli's world suddenly dropped out from underneath her, sending the lioness spiraling down into a wash of bodily ecstasy. Snarling, she held Ketalo in her embrace, relishing the vivid sensual pleasure of her first true release. The surge of raw satisfaction left her frozen in heady bliss.

The fox buried his head against the nook of her shoulder, still murring softly as he humped against her trembling form, emptying his furry balls of all his potent seed. The mating pair remained there caught up in the moment, allowing Dailieli to enjoy the full carnal satisfaction of her wonderful peak. She never wanted it to end...

Finally though, the lioness came down from her high, panting with outright exhaustion.

The referee was suddenly kneeling beside her prone form, his malehood scant inches from her muzzle. With excited energy his hand pumped at the base of his swollen knot, working desperately to bring the canine to his release.

Dailieli watched breathlessly as the wolf's balls pulled tight and his erection jerked, shooting a thick spurt of cum onto her muzzle. He knelt there, eyes twisted shut, ears pinned fully back, enjoying the same wonderful pleasure she had.

She didn't try to turn away, allowing him to paint her face and muzzle in several sticky shots of his seed.

And then, it was all over.

The loud and enthusiastic noise of the crowd had descended into a tense murmur of hushed conversation. Only then did Dailieli's nose wrinkle at the overpowering musk of canine release, the scent far stronger than before. The ref had not been the only one to get off on her little show.

She shifted slightly, feeling Ketalo's knot lodged firmly within her. He was tied with her, and she wasn't going anywhere soon. Not that she had the energy to even pick herself up off the canvas.

With her body sore and completely drained, Dailieli tried to relax. The fox atop her had gone limp after his climax had subsided. Only his shallow panting greeted her ears while they both laid there nearly motionless.

She may have lost this bout, but that didn't mean she couldn't still try again. So what if she had lost her virginity in pursuit of her freedom? As long as she kept fighting, the lioness only had to win one more match. The thought was enough to bring a slight smile to her muzzle.

A new presence entered the ring, catching her attention. Turning her head, she caught sight of Sulrano. The jackal's pants were missing, allowing his fully knotted cock to stand out proudly. The series of stains on his shirt indicated that he had enjoyed himself thoroughly while watching the fight.

"Well, how was she?" the jackal asked, grinning nearly ear to ear.

It took Dailieli a moment to realize he was speaking to Ketalo. The arctic fox had managed to recover his composure somewhat, and had propped himself up on his elbows above her prone form, his knotted erection still firmly wedged within her.

"She was... better than I had hoped," Ketalo replied weakly, still panting from his exertion. He moved his hips slightly, eliciting an involuntary moan from Dailieli as his knot shifted inside her. "I want to finalize the contract."

The lioness's ears perked up in alarm. What did he mean by that?

Sulrano took notice of her concern. "I never did tell you?" he spoke, the jackal's grin still splayed across his muzzle. "There was more at stake in this fight than your freedom, little one."

Dailieli's eyes searched the slave trader frantically, trying to guess at what he had done. She couldn't bring herself to ask the question he had left hanging for her.

"I'm afraid I'm no longer your master," the jackal finally added, after letting a pause build up. His words made her breath catch.

Suddenly, Dailieli connected all the pieces. Her muzzle fell open.

She turned to regard Ketalo, who looked down at her with a wan smile.

"Yes, you're now mine," the fox spoke, caught up in his afterglow. "I haven't enjoyed myself that much in some time."

Dailieli felt like she had been punched in the stomach. The wonderful pleasure of her mating was all but forgotten. Her freedom... the one chance she had to cast herself out from her subservient existence... gone in the blink of an eye. The thought hurt far worse than any physical pain she had ever felt.

The lioness fought back tears. With wolf cum matting the fur of her muzzle and face, and the fox's cock still firmly lodged inside her, she had never felt so defeated.

She had lost everything...