This is How I Own You
Based on Episode 19 "The Pit"
FYI: Dobo is the 'Pit Master' in the 'Dog lands' he captures slaves and forces them fight each other to the win so they can earn their freedom.
Dobo may seem cruel (and he sleeps around a lot)
Dobo and Pumyra
I Own Nothing!:)
A/N: Has some cussing, some 'themes' and violence
He let out a final satisfying groan and leaned back, panting. His pupils were dilated in bitter sweet ecstasy while his heart pounded away, sending nerves and chills to his nether lands. Again he groaned reaching his hand towards the once again erect member only to be stopped by small feminine hands. As a sign of respect the sweaty dog lapped at his bottom jaw while laying her hands on his slick inner thighs slowly running up and down closer to his dog hood.
"Dobo….." she breathed nibbling at his perked ears. It was plain sexy when she did that but said dog abruptly stood up.
"We took too long- get you clothes and leave" he said retying the brown half-pants around his waist. Without another peep the bitch stood, collected her clothes and left his quarters, she knew what she had done wrong. The Doberman looked back to the doors whishing he could've seen her hips sway back and forth but he shook his head and continued to slip the torso and shoulder armor on. Then a knock at the door, "I told you leave!" he growled chucking his sharpest sword at the door.
"Pit master Dobo" a sagging wrinkled face appeared.
"What now mutt?"
"I'm sorry I caught you at a bad time Dobo but there is news of Thundera's fall" yellow eyes widened and ears perked.
"The cats have fallen?"
"To the lizards"
A wide smirk appeared on his face, "Is that so?" the mastiff nodded. "Hmmm, the cats have fallen to the lizards how fucking pathetic"
"There have been rumors that there will be survivors, and the merchants will very much not like it if a cat steps within ten feet of them…" his want to enslave the refugees was clear. But to piss him off Dobo paced back and forth pretending to ponder the idea.
"Well the cats have done nothing to us; neither has their fallen king called war on us…And I'm sure those rouge cats won't be a burden" the mastiff walked in and shut the door.
"Pit master, it would be very entertaining to see a cat beaten down by the current fighters or even Gorelock"
"Do not rush me Thayme or I will have you thrown in as well" he waited a few moments before approaching the mastiff and growling loudly in his face, letting saliva drip down his jaws.
"Not to be disrespectful, but even the poorest merchant knows when he's had too much rotten whore" Dobo stepped back in slight anger but smirked and slapped his arm around the misfit's shoulders.
"You're alright old dog and just for you I order that any cat refugees or any rouge get takin' in and brought to my success the pit" Dobo threw the make shift blinds open to reveal the arena in the distance. "All that was earned" he spoke with pride and self accomplishment until he felt Thayme's presence linger too long. "Now, mutt" he ordered over his shoulder. Thayme bowed and headed out leaving the Pit master to smirk; these fights were going to bring in much money and entertainment.
Dobo walked up and down the aisles staring down the brand new fighters. All shrunk back, the cats, birds, hyenas and even the snakes. What brought even more gleam to his eyes was that most of the females had much sex appeal especially the snakes, what dirty secrets did they hide underneath their 'special' scales? Such a shame that the arousing females would die in the ring, those looks only worked for prostitution not fighting. Then he scoped out the males, most were muscular but right away he could tell they didn't have the edge to earn themselves freedom only selfishness and greed.
But again looks could be deceiving, after all that's what the previous pit master thought of him. A small spout of anger caused him to smash his fist against a cat's cage, "Get this bitch in the arena against the husky!" Instead of waiting for his men, he yanked open the door, forced the girl out and dragged her towards the arena gate. "Today you make me money whether you live or die girl" When the door began to slowly rise by a manual iron crank, with his foot he pushed in.
The 'husky' was an overly muscular, 200 hundred pound- no fat male whose nose flared like Spanish bulls. On his tattooed hands were spiked brass knuckles that could break your face with just a punch. His opponent, the cat, was around five feet and full figured with staggering balance. The cat had no chance Dobo thought, trying to cool his temper.
"Pit master may I escort you to your viewing platform?" Reluctantly Dobo let the dog lead him to the 'viewing chair' as he called it. Old bird skulls lined the arm rest, wood and metal made the tall and semi elegant frame of the chair, mismatched leather made the stitching, and the master's cloak made the personal touch by draping over the inside back. He sat in it looking out to the girl who was taking quite a beating. His scrawny yet muscular frame did not fill the chair and luckily the chair back was tall enough for his 'sitting' stature which was still twenty two inches.
A few minutes later the pit master dug at the arm rests when loud annoyed and defeated sighs were heard amongst the crowd; the dogs were hedging their bets and he was going to lose a lot of money if he did nothing. So he slowly but with purpose rose to his feet the growled and howled to catch the crowd's attention, "Clearly the cat has no strength to save her freedom- just like all her kind she's afraid…" he arched a brow when the husky stepped back to allow her to look at him. "Are you going to fight? Or will you fall in a day like Thundera?"
The arena was silent as they waited for her decision when she tried to get to her feet. 'Atta girl' Dobo smirked but couldn't celebrate his victory until she actually fought back. In his mind set she could've attacked the husky while he was diverting his attention elsewhere, but no, the bitch stayed on the ground. He sat back down when she obviously wasn't going to fight back and motioned to a dog, "Get the mastiffs; the girl's gonna be executed for her lack of everything" the dog nodded at the orders and headed to tell the mastiffs. This cat was going to screw him over and on top of that there were more hissing fur balls in the cage.
"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!" the crowd barked when the husky caught her throat and lifted her off the ground.
"You hear that? They want you dead pretty cat…and frankly you reek of fish from head to toe even between your legs" he squeezed tighter and the cat struggled for air until she managed to kick his privates. "Gah! You bitch!" his voice cracked when he cupped his aching part and fell to his knees. The cat, with tears in her eyes began to punch, kick and knee the disgusting dog in all places visible.
"You bastard!" she yelled repeatedly while slamming her for arms on his upper back. The husky could've easily punched her away but the low blow she had given him hurt too much plus the new ones on his back and chest. Another kick to the face and the husky fell unconscious on his back. Silence and confusion filled the crowd until they cheered and roared for the unbelievable win while below the mastiffs appeared from the gates with axes and approached the cat.
Dobo looked back to the arena when loud cheers came from the crowd, "No use for the mastiffs now" still he headed back and leaned on the railing. Yellow eyes widened before he smirked, the one standing was the girl not the husky. "So you have claws…but how sharp are they?" he mused until the mastiffs came to view then he lunged forward to stop them but the crowd beat him to it.
"The husky! The Husky! The husky!" The mastiffs turned to the barking crowd then nodded and approached the husky instead where they then dragged him off to a far gate. One of the three stayed and pulled out wrist cuffs. The cat hissed and backed away when he approached her.
"Accept them, girl for they are your trophy for winning and the starting point of your one hundred battles to freedom." Dobo crossed his arms over his chest and smirked while mentally going over the loser rule, "Winners live, and losers disappear from this world" His yellow eyes gleamed with readiness, it was time to learn the cat's name.