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Seline marched out angrily from the gate in the arena. She now wore her standard robes and finery, rather then her shredded nightie from the previous evening. She strode purposefully, ignoring the crowd. She had an angry pout on her face. The Ebon Whisperer smirked at her, causing Seline to grow all the angrier.

Seline stopped a few strides away from her enemy. Both women faced each other, motionless. The crowd went silent, feeling the tension. Obviously these women had beef with each other. Everyone awaited the match eagerly...

Seline, full of anger, desperately wanted to attack the Ebon Whisperer. Unfortunately her powers were mostly defensive. Besides, she knew it was always smart to gauge an opponent before attacking. So she waited, ready to warp space or create an illusion...

(I say lets use dice!)

Her opponent then did something quite unexpected.  She unsnapped her hooded cloak, and dropped it to the sand, revealing a mane of black hair, and a pair of dark eyes, shining with a light of keen observation.

One moment, her opponent was standing in front of her, and the next was a blur.  As far as anyone could tell, she crossed the space between them with a bounding cartwheel.  Seline's first indication of an impending attack was feeling a tug at the bottom of her robes.

((How many layers do we each have on?  For Seline I'm guessing Robes, Underdress, Bloomers, Bra.  For EW, I'm thinking Leather Top, Leather Bottom, underwear, Bra.  Four each?  Attack Robe Dex 10+roll 4))


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(Speed 6 + roll 9= 19 to get a spell off in time and defend herself!)

Though the Whisperer's attack was shocking and speedy, Seline was NOT about to be taken surprise right now! She'd had enough humiliation! So, the instant the Ebon Whisperer moved, Seline cast her spell.

Despite her preparedness, she still barely got off her spell in time. This foe was not to be underestimated! Seline's spell worked though. She managed to distort space just so, so that before her enemy could get a grip on her robe the Ebon Whisperer's hand actually grasped her own leather bottom's! It was a tricky and confusing spell, and relied on the foolishness of one's enemy. Seline hoped that the Ebon wouldn't realize she was holding her own pants, and yank them off thinking they were Seline's robe!

(attack Intelligence 9 + roll 8= 16 to fool Ebon with a spell)
(4 items of clothing works fine. This is a bit of weird spell, you can use intelligence to see if your character sees through it, or whatever stat you choose.)

((Int 6, roll 9= 15))
The spy paused for a moment, then tugged the fabric with some force. As expected, she heard a ripping noise, but unexpectedly, she felt a tug around her thighs. As she finished her flip, she looked down, and found her leather pants split down the seam of her right leg. A tear across to the crotch made it clear that their remnants would drop off, soon.

Not wanting to be hindered by the flapping leather, she tore them the rest of the way off herself, revealing a mint green fundosihi, with a traditional modesty panel in the front. Apparently, she had removed the panel from the back, in order to better fit her leather armor. From the rear, it resembled a twisted cloth thong.

"Well!" Said Aloysius, playing to the crowd, "Our mysterious competitor seems to be undressing herself! Those are certainly some unusual undies!"

The formerly secret agent blushed, not perhaps at the exposure as much as having fallen for the trick. She looked down on her gloves, and peeled them off, so as to have a better assessment of what she was ripping for the rest of the match.

Then, reaching into a hidden pocket in her jacket, she produced a collection of small, snowflake shaped pieces of metal, which she hurled at Seline. She threw them with amazing speed, and they seemed precisely aimed.

((Shuriken attack! Dex 10 + roll 8, aimed at catching the robes and tearing them at strategic points.))

(Speed 6 + roll 1 = critical fail!)

Seline was pleased her spell had worked. Too pleased, in fact. She stood gloating. She'd show this ruffian that in a fair fight the spatial mage was best!

Then, in a swift gesture the Ebon Whisperer threw a barrage of Shruiken at Seline. Seline, gloating smugly, only had time to throw her hands up and scream like a girl as the throwing weapons hit her dead on, scoring cuts all over Seline's body.

The crowd watched. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Seline's outer robe exploded apart, cut to ribbons by the razor sharp blows. Seline was left in her under robe which was cut in many places as well. The under robe was a light, airy garment. Not unlike her nightie from last night.

Remembering her exposure the night before made this one all the more humiliating. Seline blushed, covering despite the fact that she was still mostly clothed. Seline was scared. She had to win! She couldn't be exposed day and night like this! She had to beat this woman, see her defeated!

Gathering herself Seline cast a teleportation spell, aimed at the Ebon Whisperer's leather top. Hopefully this would not only strip her enemy but take care of any more hidden weapons as well! Teleportation was a difficult spell though. Even if it worked Seline could only get the clothing a yards away.

Not taking time to revel in a small amount of victory, the spy leaped into action again, literally. The sorceress was clearly casting, and her hope was to close the difference quickly enough to interrupt her. If she succeeded, she'd tear at the underdress with the same motion. Producing a pair of daggers, her main weapons, she hurled herself at the mage like a catapult projectile.
((I'm going to frame this as an INT roll vs a SPD roll
Seline INT 9 + roll 3=12, Makurro SPD 10 + roll 5 defense))
The spy hit the mage like a whirlwind, landing with both feet into her soft stomach. Seline doubled over with a groan, and the spell miscast. Makurro attempted to catch her underdress with the daggers while in midair, before "jumping" off her stomach into a roll. If she was lucky, the underdress would follow, stuck to her blades.
((Spd 10 + roll 5))

(Speed 6 + roll 3)

The graceful, if underclothed whisperer launched through the air. She whipped by Seline like a blur.

SHINK! SHINK!

Her daggers sung as she slashed while flying by Seline. Seline barely had time to register register the attack before it was over. Her enemy was so fast! Ebon Whisperer landed at the same moment Seline's underrobe fell away.

"OH!" The announcer yelped. "And once more we're granted with a view of Seline's curvy, if somewhat bulky figure!"

Seline, now in a bra over her massive breasts and bloomers, flushed red. She wanted desperately to cover, specifically her stomach, but could not do so while fighting.

"NOnonono!" She moaned. Despite her privates still being covered, she was horrified at the thought of being humiliated once again. She had to strike back! So, prepping her spell once more, She aimed her teleportation at her enemies leather blouse...

(Intelligence 9 + roll 10= critical success!)

The agent let out a small gasp as her leather jerkin dematerialized on her body, and, unseen by her, rematerialized dozens of feet behind her.  This exposed her mint-green, strapless bra, which adequately covered her rather modest mounds.

Although the Ebon Whisper was too mission-focused to halt at this embarrassment, she would remember that, though her mistress' loyal agent all these years, she was placed in this humiliating predicament.  Her loyalty was unwavering as a well-built dam, but this experience represented a first crack in the masonry.

There was no time to think of that, yet, victory was still to be had.  She pushed all else from her mind, then running toward Seline, rolled up in a ball just before reaching her.  Still silent, she was rolling across the ground, intent on getting a grip on those large bloomers.

((Dex 10 + roll 3 to pull bloomers as she rolls by))

(Seline Speed 6 +roll 9= 15)

Seline was ready for her enemies shocking speed. She slipped away as her enemy grasped at her, with as much grace as a woman her size could mange. Whipping around, she grasped at the rolling Woman, intent on gripping her bra and yanking it off as her enemy passed!

(Strength 6 + roll 9= 15)

(Great illustrations, love how different they each look! You're getting really good at the action)

((Thanks! I love these characters, so I care about how they might react to the situation!))

((Str 9 + roll 8=17))

"You're too ssssslooow!" hissed the spy as she rolled away, unscathed. These were the first syllables she'd uttered since entering the arena. Her voice was mysterious, and sibilant. The taunt reddened Seline's face. She was not used to having this much trouble with a common rogue.

On the other hand, the spy needed to reevaluate her technique, as she had seen the mage moving faster than anticipated. Rolling was apparently too slow, she'd have to take to the air again. Launching a flying kick in an attempt to ground her attacker, she hoped to grab the bloomers from her legs while she was prone.

((Str 9 + roll 4 =13))

(Speed 6 + roll 6)

Seline was struck, both feet colliding with her exposed stomach.

"OOF!" She winced, the air getting knocked out of her as she fell prone. She landed like a turtle on it's back, flopped helplessly. The Ebon whisperer landed like a cat, gracefully on her feet, her underwear clad body looking poised and graceful compared to Seline's curviness.

The whisperer went straight to work. She snagged the bloomers, one hand on each leg.

"NO!" Seline panicked. she kicked her legs wildly, flailing her thick limbs. Her struggle was hopless though. She was prone, not putting up a real fight. Her smiling foe pulled, sliding the bloomers down. They slid over her butt, leaving her bare backside in the sand. Seline grasped the front with her hands, trying to hold it over her crotch. Another good yank though and they were pulled off, down her thick round thighs, over her calves and dainty feet.

Seline was bottomless! Still kicking wildly, her thick legs jiggled and her crotch peaked between her rubbing thighs. The viewfinder hovered over her, giving a great view of her front as she lay.

Seline, desperate to an animalistic level, pointed her wand straight at her enemy's bra, planning to teleport it away!

(Intelligence 9 + roll 5= 14)

((Int 6+ roll 2=)

The spy, still holding the large bloomers,  felt the same sensation of her clothing dematerializing, as her bra left her.  For the first time, the smile faded from her lips, as her small, dark nipples were exposed, protruding into the humid air.

She avoided the impulse to cover up--the fight wasn't over, after all.  But she had already dropped one of her knives.  Her opponent was still on the ground, and that meant her movements would be predictable.  With the agility of a cat, she did a flip, landing right behind her, grabbing the bra with her open hand, and preparing to cut its fabric with her remaining blade.

((Dexterity 10 + roll 7=17  This is really fun, btw!))

((Sorry if I got the pubic hair wrong there, I can edit if need be.))

(Speed 6 + roll 1= critical fail! That cinches that!)

While Seline struggled to hide her crotch, the other topless woman flipped over, landing by her torso. Before Seline could react The Ebon Whisperer sliced her bra in the middle, expertly severing it.

The two cups fell away, revealing Seline's large, dark breasts. Seline gasped, looking down at her naked breasts, leading down to her bare belly and crotch between her flailiing legs. She was naked! Stripped again like some horrible nightmare!

"OH NOOOO!" Seline moaned, throwing her hands over herself as her enemy scooped her bra away, leaving her nude.

"Well, it looks like that's that!" The announcer called. "Seline's losing streak continues! Now, let's see what kind of forfeit her enemy has in mind..."

((She may have an opportunity for revenge coming up, the spy has some secrets to be revealed yet...I had a plan either way this went, and I hope we'll all someday learn the secret.))

The agent walked over to her opponent and bowed.  It was important that she show respect for a formidable opponent, no matter how silly she looked, sitting naked in the sand.

Without a word, she walked over to where her jacket was lying in the sand, and took out the small package she had received from Zoraida.  In addition, she opened a pocket and pulled out an improbably large coil of rope.  Seline thought the pocket must be magical to hold something of that size.

"I do not waaant to hhhumiliate you further," she hissed, grabbing Seline's circlet and dropping it to the sand, "but both my liege and the rules of the game ssssay I musssst."  She took Seline's want, and inserted it in the waistband of her underwear, wearing it like a dagger in her belt.  Then, she grabbed her hair, and pulled her up to a kneeling position.  With amazing speed, she had tied Seline up elaborately.  The ropes were tight, and strategically placed.  One uncomfortable rope went down her crack and between her thighs, rubbing her nether regions in a manner that was both rough and somewhat stimulating.    The ropes separated her large breasts even more, pulling them out to the side, and pinching in the skin of her arms, thighs, flanks and backside in a way that emphasized their flab.

Seline had never seen someone tied like this before.  She was immobilized, but much worse, the ropes, pinching into her flesh, showed the softness of her body.  It was as humiliating as anything she'd ever experienced.  Aloysius comments didn't help, "I've heard of hog-tied, but this goes WAAAAY beyond that!  What will this mysterious agent do next?"

That's when the small packed the agent had received from the queen came into play.  She produced it, and poured it over Seline's bound body.  Seline started to feel a sensation she couldn't resist.  Was it itching powder?  No, worse.  This powder tickled.  Uncontrollably, she began laughing, and with each laugh, her body jiggled, emphasizing the visual effect of the rope against her soft flesh, and making the rope beneath her burn a bit with the friction of each movement.  It was also rubbing her the right way.

It was then that the spy loosened some, but not all of the ropes, and reconfigured Seline, like she was some piece of adaptable furniture, into a different pose, before adding a few knots to maintain that pose.

Seline was now bent over, her large backside facing half the crowd.  The other half, of course, was catching it on the viewing sphere.  The ropes on her wrists had been tied to the ropes around her middle thighs behind her legs, making her bent over position extreme.  Of course, she was still jiggling from the tickling powder.

"Well, that's the jiggliest thing I've seen since....since...I guess that's the jiggliest thing I've ever seen!" Aloysius commented.

But the Ebon Whisper now started spanking her, with her bare hand.

Up in the stands, Zoraida had the smile of a Cheshire cat.  The upstart mage, who had been rude to her, was finally getting a proper comeuppance.  Too bad her spy had to be revealed for it, she thought, but that's what it means to wield power over someone.  She might have been holding the end of her parasol a bit too close to her crotch as she enjoyed the show.

Selines backside was bright red, and the crowd loved how she laughed her way through the extreme spanking.  The Ebon Whisper had regained her smile of superiority, and thought nothing of the way Seline's jiggling breasts laid bare in contrast how little she had on top to jiggle herself.

After three dozen hard spanks, she turned to go, leaving Seline tied there.  After taking a few steps, she paused, and pulled the wand from her belt.  Looking at the tied mage as if assessing how to return it to her, she moved the middle rope aside a little, then dipped the wand in the glistening slit underneath.  She inserted the wand, but saw it slipping, so she pulled the rope further aside, and inserted it in the hole just above.  Then, she silently left the ring.

((Hope that wasn't too extreme!  I have at least one post to make after your next post.))

Seline had been defeated. She had been stripped by this woman, twice exposed in public in the same day. She had lost! She was crushed by this. She had needed to win! Her immense pride had demanded it. Also, what was left of her dignity.

Now nude, Seline had been strung up, both exposed and caressed by the ropes her enemy used. Then, the spanking. At this point Seline was barely aware of anything but the burning of her own humiliation and exposure. She hung on to one word: Revenge! She'd have it on Zorinda, on the Ebon Whisperer, on this whole damn kingdom! It was the only thought that kept her going, right up the point where her enemy slipped her wand between the ropes and her crotch, one last humiliation. This was the most extreme though. Leaving her nude, bound, with her own symbol of power used as a tool to humiliate her. Seline bit her lip, shaking with shame, red faced and sweating...

Seline was left in that humiliating position for a few moments, still shaking from the tickling powder.  Zoraida, in her private box, but surrounded by servants, laughed an evil laugh followed by a gasp that might have been concealing an orgasm.  After what seemed like an eternity to Seline in her bound state and undignified pose, Syndra gave the signal and a pair of female guards strutted out to the center of the arena, where they spent several bumbling moments trying to untie the knots that bound her, until one of them decided to use the tip of her sword to cut the ropes, "Hey, be careful with that you..." Seline spat, trailing off on the last word when she realized that insulting someone who has a sword to your skin and is trying to untie was a bad idea, no mattter how incompetent they might be.  Finally free, but still sore from the areas where the ropes bit into her, and on her now nearly glowing backside, she made her way to the backsatage area of the arena.  She wanted nothing more than to return to her chambers and put on some new clothes, when she found a young woman in an expensive but eccentric purple dress standing in front of her.  She had chin-length, purple hair,  and looked barely a day over 18.  She was holding a towel, and a bottle of what might be some kind of salve or oinment.

"Miss Seline?  Miss Seline?  I'm sorry to bother you, and I understand that a mage of your obviously profigious skill in matters numinous needs no help from one such as me, but I brought you a peace offering nonetheless.  It's a towel, big enough to wear, and some...ungent, good for bruises and sore skin.  In return I ask only a moment of your time.  A little birdie told me that you turned down an offer from a certain queen.  Well, you must have made her mad, because your opponent works for her, and "ive never seen anything so important to her that she'd compromise the identity of the Ebon Whisper, let alone her dignity.  That's her enforcer, and if she lost...well...  But wait, please hear me out.  Before you go, I want to offer you a chance to get revenge on both of them.  It may not happen immediately, but I'm assembling a team to..." (She looked both ways, surreptitiously and whispered) "take that bitch down."  No one has ever done so well against Makur- um, the Ebon Whisper as you have, and if you ever encounter her again, you'll definitely win, because I'll be at your side with allt he help I can muster.  With her out of the way, there's no reason a pair of powerful mages can't take down the queen.  I don't mean to kill her...just, embarass her a little, actually a lot, and maybe overthrow her cruel reign over Nysia.  I'm not like her, you wouldn't be 'working for' me.  You'd be doing this for your own reasons, but you'd have allies.  I'll send you a message when the time is right.  Can we count on you, great mage?"

"Oh I'm in..." Seline said, smiling despite her sore, nude body. She wasn't normally a team player but this was too good a chance for revenge to pass up!

"That's great!" said the young woman. "My name is Zaleria, by the by. We have something int he works, we'll contact you once everything is in place."