Ellia's second bout

"Welcome folks, to another beautiful day in the arena!' The announcer began speaking, telling everyone to take their seats and be quiet. The crowd happily obeyed. The sooner opening remarks were done the sooner they'd see some action!

"Today, we welcome two women to the Arena. Returning for your entertainment, the crown jewel of Rothe, the delicate and delicious... Princess Ellia!"

the crowd roared, eager to see a Princess fight and be exposed for their amusement. The Eastern Gate Opened. Once more, Ellia just stood there, until she was pushed out by the guards.

Ellia wore her Blue gown, which had been repaired after the last match. She was haunted by her exposure last time entering the arena. She, a royal princess, whose body had only been viewed by her only ladies in waiting, had been stripped for hundreds of commoners! The memory wouldn't shake her head. She was scared to fight again but swore that if she must, she wouldn't loose this time!

The only problem was her supplies. While she still had her breeze handkerchief and her comb claws, three of her five freezing tiara jewels had been used, leaving her with only two of her greatest weapons! Without those tools she was just a young woman with no combat skills! She had to be clever to avoid a hand to hand conflict she would probably loose...

Lillith and Poog eagerly watched the Princess enter the arena.

"My, such an innocent a pure girl." Lillith purred. "I can't wait to see her experience shame and humiliation!"

"So, are you betting on her or against her?" Poog asked.

"I'm not sure yet, cretin." Lillith snapped. "Are you so eager to loose another bet?"

"Actually, I spoke to a woman who was eager to meet you." Poog said, getting Lillith's full attention. "A fellow gambler: Miss Brandywine!"

"And presenting, for the first time, a lady in waiting, caught stealing from our Empress herself, Iris Harper. Say hello to your family, Iris, they'll be watching!"

Iris stepped timidly into the ring, her red and black locks waving for a moment in the breeze. She wore a dark skirt and a matching corset, with red stripes. She looked up at the crowd, mortified, and scanned the faces for her family. Having them in town made this all the worse.

Up in the stands, Brandywine Bodkins looked at Lillith and tried to keep a pokerface. She was expecting a demon, and Lilith was clearly demonic enough when one considered the possibility. But she also found her more breathtaking than she expected. But this was the woman who had used magic against her girls, she needed to be taken seriously.

"Pleased to meet you," she offered, trying to be as inscrutable as possible.

"Who are you?" Lillith asked. She then cast a withering glance at Poog. Poog play innocent, acting as though he didn't know what was amiss.

"I am Brandywine Bodkins" The other woman spoke. "Your assistant said you were a gambler. I was wondering if you'd like to bet against me."

"Ah, what sort of stakes were you thinking?" Lillith asked. "I find gold a bit.. mundane. Other sort of forfeits... interest me though."


Ellia looked at the nervous woman before her. Luckily, this didn't seem to be a warrior. She instead faced a lady in waiting. Much less threatening then her last combat. So, a bit more confident, she decided to take the initiative. Rather then risk close quarter combat Ellia drew her breeze handkerchief. She swung it out, hoping to blast Iris back and hopeful blow off some of her clothes!

(Speed 8 + roll 4 = 12)

((Server error ate my first post.  Rolls were 2+5, fail!  A little bit of plot armor.))

Iris let out a little squeak as the gust of wind blew her skirt up in front of her face, temporarily blocking her vision and giving the viewing sphere a look at what seemed to be thick white stockings up to her thighs, and a quick glimpse at what might have been dark purple underwear.

"Wait!" Iris cried out, pulling her skirt back down.  Her eyes scanned the stands for her family as her words addressed Ellia.  "Maybe we can talk this out.  We don't have to do this!"

Brandywine was taken aback by Lilith's otherworldly beauty. She expected a demon, and could see easily enough, if she looked hard enough, the hallmarks of one. But she hadn't expected such a delicious form. Feeling brash, she cut right to the chase. "No gold, hmm? What about this, the loser of the bet strips naked, and takes a spanking from the loser. Do you have anything to add?" She smiled, then, as if in afterthought, looked down at the arena as Iris tried to talk her way out of the match. "I'll bet on the princess winning" she said through a grin, before Lilith could reply.

((Skirt just blowing up because she's not going to attack this round--that's what I meant by plot armor. Maybe Lilith can help her a little, lol.))

(It's totally fine, I figure the breeze Handkerchief is a pretty weak attack.)

"I..." Lillith paused, studying Brandywine. She didn't want to risk exposure agian. When she was in human form she had human emotions, and the thought of ending up naked caused unexpected fear in her. Then, she studyed Brandywine. The woman was short, yet exteremely curvy for her size. She had red hair, fine clothes and a pretty face. Lillith felt a familiar tingle between her thighs. Yes, seeing this woman nude, feeding on her humiliation would be worth the risk!

"I accept." Lillith agreed. Poog had to bit his tounge to not cheer outloud. Mistress had taken the bait! He was excited to see what Brandywine had up her sleeve... or under it, depending how things turned out. Either way he won!

"Poog, make room for Brandywine." Lillith ordered. Poog abandoned his seat. He leaned over the rallying to get a better view of the match...


Ellia listened to Iris's pleas for a comprimise. She remained unconvinved though.

"You don't understand, these people are sadists and perverts!" Ellia shot back. The audience booed. Ellia ignored them and continued. "They won't let us just stop fighting! They'll do something even worse! And I for one, will not end up naked. I'm going to win!"

With that she swept the breeze handkerchief up, repeating the breeze that had blown up Iris's skirt. Then, she swung it down, sending a second breeze blowing towards the ground. She hoped the combination would have more of an effect then one blast had.

(Speed 8 + roll 3= 12)

(Speed 5 + 4=9 Fail!)
Iris shrieked as her skirt started to go up again, and her hands flew to her sides to catch it, and prevent its rise.  Holding it down with all her might, she wasn't prepared for the next gust of wind, and her momentum pulling her skirt down worked against her.  It slid right off her generous hips, revealing a worn thin and loose hanging pair of purple cotton underwear.  The panties were sagging a bit on her jiggling backside, and Iris blushed to be showing so much skin.

"Just remember you didn't want to talk!" She responded, once she gained her composure.  She charged at Ellia, hoping to tackle her, after which she'd tear at her skirt.

"Oh, a wrestler," Brandywine mused, "Although I've seen tiny schoolgirls with better moves."  Lillith bit her lip slightly. The Halfling couldn't tell if it was concern for the bet, or if she was trying to restrain her anger at the taunt.  It didn't matter; she was getting to her.
((Str 5+ roll )

(Strength 5 + roll 5= 10. I'm figuring the sunglasses meant a crit. on your last roll.)

Iris slammed dead on into Ellia. Ellia fell backward, Iris plopping on top of her. She lost her grip on the breeze handkerchief, which fluttered a few feet away. Ellia gasped as the heavy girl knocked the wind out of her. The sliding impact also tugged her dress down. It slid down to her stomach, revealing her bra covered chest. Ellia squealed at the exposure. She had to slip her arms out of the dress to free them as Iris grabbed at her. With one hand Ellia fought the heavy girl off. With the other she pulled her poison comb out of her hair. She stabbed it at Iris's meaty stomach, hoping to cause intense stinging pain, as well as possibly rip her enemies top!
"HA!" Lillith laughed. Looks like your princess isn't doing so well! We may be seeing some of your skin as well very soon!" Lillith purred, eyeing Brandywine with unconcealed lust...

(Dex 6 + roll 6= 12 to hit!)

((Shoot, I totally didn't see the sunglasses, it was accidental, caused by the parenthesis, no doubt. Dex 6, roll 11))

The comb cut into the tightly-packed corset, and Iris rolled off Ellia, groaning, with her hands over her belly. The corset developed a tear that started near at the bottom, just below where the comb had pierced. Iris' belly was struggling to break the confines of the tight garment, and though she had one hand clasped over it, it was a losing battle. Anything more than the slightest breeze, and the corset would be lost. Her other hand grabbed at the comb, hoping to wrest it away from her opponent.
(Str 5+ roll 8=13 ))

Brandywine clenched her teeth as she watched. She waved her hand and a tavern maid who had accompanied her to the arena poured two mugs of mead, offering one to Lillith.

Str 5 + roll 8 = 13 a tie!)

Ellia and iris struggled with the comb. Despite their size difference they were evenly matched. Possibly this was due to Ellia's steadfast determination to not loose another weapon. She only had two freezing gems, she'd lost her handkerchief. She needed this or else her odds of losing grew greater!

Since it seemed neither girl was going to win the struggle over the dice Ellia switched tactics. While Iris was occupied holding both her corset and her panties Ellia snaked a hand around her opponents generous hips, then snagged her panties. She was going to pull upwards, giving Iris a nasty wedgie! Hopefully that would make her loose her grip on the comb, or maybe the corset. Either way Ellia won!

(Str 5 + roll 7= 13)

Lillith took the beer, not even looking away from the match. She was worried. Her fighter was close to loosing another garment, which brought Lillith one step closer to loosing her own clothing! She sipped the beer, staring intently, readying her magic to act if things took another step against her!

(STr 5+ roll 9=14)

Tears were forming in Iris' eyes as she endured the painful wedgie.  Keeping one hand on her corset, and the other on the comb, she put all her energy into wresting the comb from Ellia.

Neither girl had any experience in hard labor, so the struggle was by no means herculean, but Iris finally managed to get the upper hand, pulling the comb away from Ellia.  She wasted no time swinging the comb points first toward Ellia's backside, hoping to stun her enough to remove her dress the rest of the way.

Brandywine looked on, enthralled at the close match.  If she had had a way to keep the princess's comb in her hand, she would have.  But now she watched her odds changing.  She sighed, ecstatically.  This was the thrill of the gambler.
(Str 5+ roll 6 to stab Ellia in the butt with the comb.)

(Speed 6 + roll 7 = 13)

Ellia, seeing Iris bring the comb down towards her royal backside, acted quickly. She kicked out her leg, rolling Iris off of her. While she did so she tried to keep her firm grip on the panties, intending to rip them away from her enemy's body while pushing herself free of Iris's restraining weight.

(Strength 5 + roll 6 to rip panties. Man, our girl's are incompetent!)

For Lillith this match had been a roller coaster. Her fighter had been obviously outmatched, but preformed pretty well thus far. When she saw Ellia kick Iris off her though, she grew more tense. She readied a spell, her eyes flashing red to target her enemy. If her girl lost another clothing item she would hit Ellia with some hopefully unnoticed magic.

Barely paying attention, Lillith slugged the rest of the beer. She thrust the empty mug at the serving girl.

"Another." She demanded, not looking from the fight.

((I'm amused at their incompetence. They can't all be sorceresses and ninjas, right? Str 5+ roll 9=14 ))

Iris managed to hold onto to Ellia, keeping her balance and staying on her. Of course, the struggle tightened her wedgie to a ludicrous degree, eliciting a small moan as the panties tightened around her crotch. But for now, she stayed on top, and the stitches held.

"P-p-lease your highness, let go," she whined, while simultaneously swinging the comb at her opponent's derriere again, given a new angle of attack by the kicking leg. If she could stun her with that painful comb, she'd pull the dress from the bottom, aiming to rip its stitching.
((Str 5+ roll 6))

Brandywine bit her lip further, both tense and excited by the match. She looked over at Lillith, who also seemed tense. She nodded, and the barmaid passed her another mug of mead. "Interesting match, hmm? I've seen all manner of stealth, strength, and magic in this arena. What's perhaps most unusual is that we're being treated to a show of none of the above. Poor vain little nobles, it must be hard on their egos."

(Strength 5 + roll 10 Critical!)

Ellia, now pretty desperate not to be revealed again, caught Iris's hand as she stabbed at her side. Grunting with effort, Ellia managed to wrench the comb from Iris's hand. She then twisted her strong legs violently, finally forcing Iris's panties off her. She kept her grip on Iris's panties. If she was strong enough she'd be able to wrench them off as her enemy fell!

Either way she was now armed and no longer straddled. She vowed to loose no more clothes, and win this fight with dignity intact! So far, they'd only seen her bra. That was all they would see!

(Strength 5 + roll 10! No joke! Never gotten two crits like that!)

Lillith saw Ellia gain the upper hand. It was time. She gathered her own dark energies. She summoned the forces of wither and decay to age and destroy the fabric on Ellia's dress. She hoped Brandywine wouldn't notice, trying to look casual and sip her beer while she did so. Her eyes flashed red as she cast her spelll...

Iris looked on, amazed, as Ellia took the comb back from her with ease.  She was almost too dumbfounded to grunt as the princess tossed her aside with her legs.  The panties had finally had enough, and tore from her, exposing a full bush of black fur around her nethers.  She blushed, and her hands instinctively short down to her crotch.  She hoped her family didn't see that on the viewing sphere before she covered it.

She needed to get to her feet.  Ellia was already standing up.  So Iris reached for the bottom of her dress, hoping to either pull it down, or pull herself up, perhaps even momentarily allowing a bit of cover as she held the cloth in front of her.  In front of her eyes, however, the fabric seemed to age, leaving her holding mere shreds of fabric, her hands on Ellia's hips.
((Speed 5+ roll 8=13 ))
((Per 6+9 = 15 vs Lilith's subtle spell, making up a roll to roll against now, Lilith speed 7 + 5= 12))

"Are you enjoying your mead?" Brandywine asked, looking Lilith in the eyes with a  seriousness that suggested the question meant more than it let on.  She paused and waited for an answer.  When Lilith was slow to respond, Brandy chimed in with, "Think I didn't notice that dress change?  Afraid your girl might be losing?"

Ellia looked down in shock as her dress withered apart. The seams unraveled, the fabric shredded exposing every inch of her young toned body, evenly tanned. Her bra still covered her smallish breasts, her panties still hid crotch and butt, but besides that they could see all!

Ellia struggled to hold her dress up, but it unraveled quicker then she could. Soon there was nothing but a pile of fabric around her heels.

"It's not fair! She squealed, rage face scrunched with rage. She looked down at Iris at her feet. She stabbed down with her comb in a rage, aiming it at the top of her breast. Once her enemy was stunned she'd strip her and be free of this horrible arena!

(Dex 6 + roll 1= crit fail!)

Lillith glared over at Brandywine.

"What did you mean by that?" Lillith asked. "Did you do something to my wine? If you did I must warn you that I am not to be trifled with."

When Lillith spoke her eyes flashed red, and a bit of smoke rose from between her lips. But, really, Lillith was scared. She couldn't be compromised by a mortal like this! And, as a demon from hell, she was bound to all bargains she made. Besides, if Brandywine revealed her as a demon she might have to face the whole might of Enferia, and risk capture herself! She couldn't risk that. She had to deal with this apparently clever woman.

(("Lauren" sneaked in from another storyline I guess. ))
Princess Ellia's stab at Iris' breast was a miscalculation for which she would pay. Iris was in the process of getting to her feet, and easily dropped to a knee again to avoid it. But she grabbed Elia's wrist with one hand, the other hand taking the elbow as she stood up. With a twist, Ellia was bent over in a painful armlock. She dropped the comb as Iris twisted her wrist.

"I learned this one from my brother," Iris said enthusiastically, but her smile quickly faded when the though of her family watching from the audience returned to her.

She had to act fast, so she removed the hand from the elbow in a rush to rip the flimsy panties from her opponent, then bring her hand back to the elbow to maintain the armlock. It was a risky maneuver, but she was gaining nothing from merely restraining her opponent.
((Speed 5+ roll 9=14))

Up in the stands, Brandywine grinned. "The drink is fine, darling, but you seemed a little worked up. Your eyes are red, and...was that magic? Queen Syndra wouldn't like that. But maybe she doesn't have to know. Let's see how nice you can behave for the rest of the match." She was tipping her hand, but sometimes, that makes for good gambling. A bigger game was afoot.

(Thanks, fixed that typo)
(Speed 8 + roll 3= 12)
Ellia felt the hand release her elbow. She could free herself! But, before she could act she looked down to see her panties yanked to her knees. Her tan lined hips, her dark bush and bare tush all exposed.

"EEK!!" She squealed, throwing a hand over her hairy muff. Her womanhood, her prized flower exposed to hundreds of commoners! She flushed bright red. Her embarrassment made her too slow to act before Iris got her hand back on her elbow, once more locking Ellia up.

"You bitch!" Ellia screamed in a most unprincessly manner, throwing her head backwards. She'd headbutt Iris, then spin around and rip off her corset and win this damn match!

Strength 5 + roll 4 = 9)

Lillith smoldered. Literally. She was barely holding in her demonic energies. But, Brandywine had her.

"Very well." Lillith said, looking away and pouting, crossing her arms angrily. "But this slight will not be forgotten."

She hoped Iris would win on her own! She'd done all she could. She was helpless. She hated that!

((Str 5+ roll 3  Sorry the pics have been slow, really busy of late, and about to get busier.  Considering the characters involved, this is one I'd like more illustrations of.))

Iris tried to hold Ellia in place, but her grip wasn't strong enough.  Ellia's head hit her in the abdomen, causing her to recoil and bend.  The corset, already split, was unable to take any more.

The corset dropped to the ground, and Iris' face turned beetroot red as her bouncy, large breasts came into view, with large, red nipples.  The frill at the bottom of the corset had been obscuring her womanhood a little, but with the garment off, she was entirely naked, her full bush reacting to a small breeze of air that threatened to make her nipples hard.  That's when she locked eyes with her family.  Her mother looked sad, and disapproving.  A tear started to form in Iris' eye.

"Aaaaaand that's it!" the announcer said.  "I've been told her family is here to watch.  I hope they're proud!" he chuckled.  "Let's see what the princess has in store for this dirty little thief."

Brandywine smiled at Lillith, looking at her sideways, and trying not to laugh.  "Looks like it's time for you to pay up, as well, miss Lillith."

((I just want to warn that after this weekend I won't be posting much, maybe none at all for the next two weeks, due to travel.))

(Cool, we can easily finish this match by then. No worries on the art. I love the pics, but do them at your convenience.)

Lillith grew pale. Well, paler then before. Her eyes grew wide, all fire within them fading. Her dark lips drooped into a shocked frown. She looked over at Brandywine, who smiled back. Nearby poog's demonic grin threatened to come off the edges of his face. Finally his mistress had lost! She would now have to strip, with human emotions she didn't understand and could barely control! To see his own master taken down like this... it was too good to be true! Now he would feed on her humiliation!

Lillith slowly rose. She reached for her corset. She saw that her hands were shaking. For some reason, displaying weakness like that made her all the more embarrassed. Her cheeks felt hot. Was she... blushing? She'd never blushed before! She wished she could turn it off, but her face grew warmer and warmer. She knew the blush would stand out all the more against her pale skin.

"Everyone look!" Brandywine cried out. Lillith froze. What was she doing? "This woman is stripping!"

The crowd, who had been focused on Iris's exposure, now turned to Lillith. Everyone nearby looked on the pale, gothic queen with amused glances. Lillith glared at Brandywine, who simply smiled back.

Now, with even more attention on her, Lillith removed her dress with pained reluctance. It fell around her feet in a pile, revealing every inch of her pale form. Her long, supple legs. The curve of her hips with her jet black muff. Her flat belly, leading to a bony rib cage. Jutting from that two small, shockingly perky breasts each capped in a pink nipple that stood excited and erect.

Lillith told herself she wouldn't cover. What did she care? It was merely flesh. Yet, when the audience exploded into a roar of laughter and appreciation, Lillith couldn't help herself. She threw her hands over herself, flushing bright red, knees locked, butt poking out, cheeks bright red. She was naked! She was so exposed, so humiliated! And this was just he beginning!

"Now for the next step." Brandwine said. She gestured at her lap, beckoning Lillith to come lay over her knees. Oh god, she'd forgotten the spanking!

(Will cover the arena forfeit soon!)

Brandywine grinned like the Cheshire cat as the demoness stretched out over her lap, face down. The pale behind presented an inviting target, and the rogue-turned-businesswoman was eager to make it change color. She ran her hands over the porcelain beauty before her, as if preparing it. A pair of her fingers teased at the demoness womanhood, lingering for a moment. Lillith let out a small groan, and then, without warning, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Brandywine paused to admire her handiwork, a small red handprint on the otherwise pale backside, before continuing. SMACK SMACK SMACK! "How many did way say we'd do, dear? Oh, that's right, we didn't. I'll tell you when I'm finished." SMACK SMACK SMACK! The spectators giggled at the scene of the normally imposing noble (they had seen her, but didn't recognize her as a demoness), naked, stretched out over a halfling's lap like a naughty child, receiving the spanking of her life. That was something they clearly didn't see every day.

Lilith's behind was now brighter than the blush of her face. She never expected this! And she didn't know what to make of the feelings it brought on.

Ellia cupped a hand over her bare fuzzy crotch. She stood naked except for her bra. At least she still had this! She had lost everything else however. It had been close. resented the exposure of her butt, and most of all her crotch, a princesses most prized possession! Noble's would sell lands and riches to get at a princess's feminine flower! It wasn't meant to be exposed before the common born like this!

Ellia looked to Iris. The girl cowered before her. Ellia felt no mercy. This girl had exposed her, she didn't deserve it!

"Dance!" Ellia commanded.

"W... what?!" Iris sputtered in shock.

"Dance! Shake that hefty body around! Give it your all to, or I'll do something worse!" Ellia threatened. "And don't stop until I tell you!"

Lillith squealed. A demon Queen, one of the most powerful creatures in the land. Squealing like a naught schoolgirl! She felt another impact on her backside!

SMACK!

Lillith, all pretense gone, kicked her legs wildly and pounded her feet, like a rebellious child. He small breasts hung down, swaying wildly as she flailed. Her kicking allowed glipses of her crotch. She couldn't stop though. Besides the pain, the humiliation, there was another feeling... one of pleasure between her legs. Her squeals started becoming moans of pleasure...

Iris' face was beetroot red, and tears smudged her makeup. She tried to move her body, but only awkward jiggling happened. One could hardly call it a dance, it was clumsy, and she was obviously too distraught.


Up in the stands, Brandywine smiled at Lillith's moans. "Are you enjoying this, then? Good, I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon." She peeled apart Lilith's pink, handprinted cheeks with one hand, using the other to insert two of her short fingers into Lilith's sweet spot, parting the hair as they slid in and out a few times, just enough to keep Lillith teased, before going back to spanking her.

"You call that dancing!" Ellia taunted. "Shake that tubby body, give these peasants a show!"

With that she smacked Iris's backside, causing the crowd to roar as it swayed wildly, jiggling on the viewfinder. Iris had no choice but to try to dance harder, despite her own family watching...

Lillith let out a shocked gasp as Brandywine slipped her fingers between her thighs, going between her lips. Every muscle in her body tightened at the surprisingly welcome touch. Her face was a shocked, aghast expression, her eyes and mouth all as wide as they could go off her blushing face. Every muscle on her tensed as she almost climaxed.

But then, to her equal disappointment and happiness, Brandywine pulled her hand away. Lillith was happy to not cum in front of a crowded arena, but disappointed to not get to climax. Her body was all the more confused as the spanking started again.

SMACK!

"OOH! How dare you!" The demon queen gasped.

SMACk!

"Oh! Oh! You don't know what you're doing..."

SMACK!

"AH! This is a huge..."

SMACK!

"Mistake! Ahhh! AHHH!"

By now her body was visibly dripping sweat. Her nipples, curved off her small breasts, which were rock hard. Her feet pounded and her hands struck the ground. All effort to cover her womanhood gone, she now had her thighs spread wide as she shook about on the halflings leg, everyone behind getting to see everything between her legs....

((I'm back! Nice work on the ending. I might get around to illustrating it once I get settled in.))

(awesome! Just got back myself. Excited to see what you make.)