Royal Rematch: A Special Event for Sponsors and Contestants Alike

((Everyone, please watch this thread. For this one match, there will be a mechanic where every character (that's right, as many of your characters, sponsor or contestant, up to ALL OF THEM) will get to affect the outcome of this match. Do some of your characters really want one side to win? Has Zaleria or Zoraida rubbed them the wrong way? Revenge may be forthcoming here. I'll announce how it works soon.))

PRELUDE:
Seline was surprised that Zaleria came to her at home, Eleanor in tow. Zaleria seemed to be walking a little funny. "Great mage, you were a powerful ally once, against my sister, Zoraida. I, for my part, have tried to do all I could to help you in any time of need. May I ask, that once again, you aid me in my upcoming fight against Zoraida, the Ebon Whisper, and Hilevi? My sister has found a technicality on which she can challenge me to get the throne of Nysia back." Eleanor interrupted, "The technicality is that she's still alive. All prior challenges against reigning monarchs had been duels to the death. Instead, we chose to face her in the Enferian arena...where no one was hurt permanently--well, except perhaps for their pride."

Zoraida nodded, "Yes, ehem, the Charter of Nysia doesn't plan for the eventuality that a deposed monarch may survive the challenge. Therefore, our ancestors didn't have the foresight to ban rematches. Will you aid us? I can offer great wealth..some before the match, and more if we win."

"Why join you?" Seline asked. "Why not wait for your sister's offer?" Seline considered starting a bidding war between the two. Though, Zoraida did owe her a favor already, it would be a shame to loose that.

"I'm mean, I'd prefer to work for you, just asking for a practical reason here."

Zaleria smiled wickedly, "Well, aside from the fact that my Sister's team is already complete, perhaps you wouldn't want to create doubts about how much I can trust you?"

"I see..." Seline said. "You make a good point. But, if I help you again, I want a permanent power boost in return! It only seems fair. An amulet, whatever it takes to increase my Spatial manage. Do that and I'll work loyally and without question for you, pledging my service and honor!"

Zaleria nodded. "I'll send word to my treasurer, back in Nysia to find the right object for you. I'll provide it to you when you arrive for the match. With that, she and Eleanor wandered off.

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A few days later, a record crowd had assembled in the arena, partially because of an official announcement that they would see something unlike anything they had ever seen before.

Aloysius cleared his throat. He looked nervous and excited as he climbed up to the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen of Enferia! We have a special treat for you today. Although our match is a rematch, it is unprecedented in many ways. For the first time, a former monarch of Enferia, Zoraida, defeated by her sister in a challenge, will challenge to regain her throne. This has never happened before, as all other challenges ever offered to the Nysian throne had been to the death...and you can understand why the losing party wasn't able to ask for a rematch."

He coughed. "But I know you didn't come here to witness some political anomaly. Queen Syndra only allowed her arena to be used for this rematch under her own stipulations. First, that each contestant brings only two champions: Zoraida brings Hilevi and the Ebon Whisper. Zaleria brings Eleanor and Selene. Second: that ANYONE who has EVER COMPETED in the arena or SPONSORED a match be allowed to influence the outcome from the stands."

The crowd cheered as this truly was a twist on previous arena matches. "How, you ask? Well, for those who are spellcasters, archers, and the like, one can see how they can assist either side. They will be allowed ONE action. But for those without the skills to fight at a distance, or two fight at all, never fear. The queen has "programmed" a large number of magical effects into the arena. These might change the environment of the arena itself--perhaps causing it to rain, or shoot fireballs across the arena...or, they might affect individual contestants in interesting ways. The weakest of the effects slightly affect an entire team. Since that effects the balance so much, those effects will be subtle."

"Each contestant or sponsor, regardless of their abilities, will be presented with three random brass tiles. On them, they will have a picture that hints at their purpose. They can either cast their own spell, shoot their own weapon, or choose a tile, but not both. One effect per contestant, please."

"As always, the winner will penalize the loser with forfeits. When a contestant in the stands makes their moves, they have the option to suggest a forfeit for the loser. The winner is not bound by these, but the arena stenographer will record the suggestions, and you may well see yours taken."

"Like I said, this match will be unprecedented. But enough of me talking! Let's get on with the show! Past arena contestants or sponsors, come see me in the announcer box."

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With that, the gates clanged open. On one side, Zoraida strode forward, confidently, staff in her hand. Hilevi walked on her right side, brandishing her glaive, and the Ebon Whisper gracefully traipsed in on her left. "Sister! I'm here to take back what is rightfully mine and put you in your place! The people of Nysia require more than a petulant brat as their leader."

Zaleria, the reigning Queen of Nysia, ambled into the arena as regally as she could, considering how concerned she was. Eleanor lagged a little behind her, looking terrified, which was understandable considering her arena record. Selene was also a little behind Zaleria.

"You will not win today, Zoraida! You are evil!" Zaleria retorted in her most commanding voice. Turning quietly to Eleanor, she said, "Hilevi's yours...she is the weakest. Finish her fast, and make me proud." Eleanor nodded, nervously.

Then Zaleria looked to Seline, "Who do you want to defeat most? Attack now, while we have the initiative."

((I think each player will get to have a character affect the match in turn, bring as many characters as we have time for. Ones who have opinions on, or history with, Zoraida or Zaleria might work best, but bring as many as you like. I'm listing mine and their order as much as possible here, but yours will intersperse, and my list will be subject to change a bit. For mine, I'm trying to alternate based on which side they take, to make the match last.))

A line was already forming to speak to Aloysius. Notable in it were:
Brandywine
Jessica
Wanda
Iris Harper
Lavinia
Niniane
Miryala
Buxom Belle
Irlana

After them come :
Fujimi
Salindra
Borane Lighthammer
Alissa Badwolf
Udwin Quickbreeze

Finishing the line:
Enora
Jallan
Veera
Lillith
Vanneth

((OK, since you've been here, I suppose that means I should also be Seline. No worries))

Seline pointed at the Ebon Whisper. "I have unfinished business with both of them, but I'll choose this one," she said quietly to Zaleria. Speaking quietly was in vain, as the arena viewing sphere also heard and amplified everything. Seline wanted to keep her distance, so she attempted to teleport her opponent's top. She cast her spell with confidence. The Ebon whisper moved her hands to her jacket with amazing speed, but it wasn't quite fast enough. The leather garment landed in the stands, where some spectators started fighting for it. Her blue bra was on display. She spat angrily in the sand, then threw a pair of daggers. Seline smiled, not having felt any impact. She msut haev missed. Then, she looked down, only to see that the elaborate belt holding her outer robes together had split, and then fallen to the ground.

Things were already going a bit awry for Hilevi when she charged her enemies. Her grip on her glaive was firm and masterful, but for some reason, she was holding her pre-battle liquor worse than usual. She already felt the call of nature. Had she not already been charging, she might have hoped that her enemies ignored her while she relieved herself. But maybe not, with that viewing sphere watching. Terrified with the warrior woman charging her, Ellen used her magic to mask her true location. A phantasm of her appeared where she had been. She realized all of this magic might have been unnecessary when Hilevi tripped over her own weapon, and fell face down in the sand, continuing to skid forward a few feet as if her armor was a sled.

Grinning evilly, Zoraida shot a bolt of lightning at her sister. "Ha! IS that all you have?" Zaleria taunted back as she blocked it with a force field. Then she launched her own attack: a strong wind circled in front of her like a typhoon, and then was unleashed toward the evil queen. Actually, it came back toward her (and hit the wrong evil queen), sending her sprawling in the sand and giving the audience a quick glimpse of her legs under her dress. "You were saying?" Zoraida taunted back.

Aloysius brought Fujimi to the front of the line, and presented her with three brass tiles. "You can cast any spell or use any long-range weapon you want," he said, "OR you can pick one of these tiles. The first one makes a change to the environment of the arena, the second one will do something to a target you announce, and the third one affects the whole team you use it on a small amount. All affects are negative, so cast them on the person you want to lose. Good luck."

Fujimi looked down at the tiles. The first one had a picture of a snowflake on it. The second had what seemed to be a drop of water. The third had a picture of a horse head with blinders on it.

Fujimi looked the tiles a little time and choose the second tile "I choose Hilevi for the second tile !"

((Oh, sorry for not making it clear who the contestants are...the choices are Seline, Zaleria, Eleanor on one side, and Zoraida, the Ebon Whisper, or Hilevi on the other side))

((Correction made. I choose your fairie character against Cléodine ^^)

Fujimi watched as Queen Syndra's arena magic took effect.  Above Hilevi's head, a bucket appeared.  Almost immediately it turned, soaking Hilevi's hair, face, and clothes.  As Hilevi was lying face-down on the arena ground, the sand around her became mud, and stuck to her face as she lifted her head in shock.  But in her special circumstances, trying to hold it in, the temptation on hearing and feeling the splash of cold water, she could hold it no longer.  In her now-soaked clothes and armor, she hoped, no one would notice that she had relieved herself.  She couldn't dwell on it, the cold water forced it to happen.  She climbed up to her hands and knees, leaving her glaive on the ground so she could wipe the mud from her eyes.

That's when something unexpected happened.  Eleanor was far from brave, but seeing her opponent on the ground, no weapon in her hand, she walked up behind Hilevi and gave her a kick in the rear that sent her falling face-first into the mud puddle again.  ((11 ))  Then, she reached down and unclipped the straps on her leg armor, taking her greaves off and throwing them far away.  As Hilevi started to rise again, she retreated a safe distance.  Hilevi was too stunned to act, however.  She made it to her feet, where she looked ridiculous, with her wet hair, muddy face, and, although her clothes were damp in many places, there was a more intense wet spot growing at the front of her pants.

"Eeeeeew!  Messy!" Aloysius commented.  "That's just one of the powers of the tiles."

Meanwhile, Seline, emboldened by her success teleporting her opponent's clothes, tried again, even as Makurro was charging at her.  ((18 ))  Makurro was quick, though, and grabbed her pants, interrupting the magic before it took effect.  ((18 ))  Makurro was still charging Seline.  She grabbed the outer robes, and pulled.  ((19 ))  Without the belt, Seline was unable to stop ((14 )) her, and was soon stripped to a thin underdress.

In imitation of the success Seline had just had, Zoraida decided to try teleporting her sister's dress.  ((18 ))  She met with some success, the sleeves of the dress disappearing.  Although Zaleria was glad that the exposure of her arms only didn't affect her modesty, it was a wakeup call that she needed to beat her sister quickly.

With a gesture, she shot a gust of wind at Zoraida, which pushed her back slightly, and tore off her cloak.

Aloysius beckoned Enora up to his podium, and offered her three brass tiles.  The first (environmental), had a blob of something bright green on it.  The second (personal), had a picture of what seemed to be a large guard dog on it, the third (team) had what looked to be a human head, holding some kind of bag up to its mouth.

(my bad, it's Enora, not Elenora)
Enora walked up. She studied the tiles, then smiled.

"I'm not sure what these mean exactly, but this one looks the kinkiest!" She was shocked as she spoke these words, but chose the human head with the bag to the mouth.

(Which team does she want to affect negatively?  Zoraida's or Zaleria's? And since it's Enora, this might matter. She's also invited to submit a suggested forfeit for the loser.)

"I choose Zoraida's team for the target." Enora said. "And, for a forfeit... let's say something with whips?"

"Ooh, said Aloysius, as three whips appeared on the stage before him. It's ultimately up to the victors, but they will definitely have that option!"

A glowing sigil of light appeared over the arena floor. It looked a bit like a person breathing into a bag. Immediately Zoraida, the Ebon Whisper, and Hilevi started quivering with hiccups. ((Makes one pass a constitution check to cast a spell, -2 on physical evasion, for 3 rounds))

Hilevi picked up her weapon, wondering why Eleanor hadn't taken it from her, and charged. ((16 )) She caught the hem of Eleanor's dress with it, driving the weapon into the ground, as Eleanor tried to dodge. The result was the bottom of the dress being torn. Eleanor blushed as her white panties, decorated with yellow and blue flowers, and trimmed in blue lace, were revealed. The viewing sphere immediately honed in on this new revelation. She had to make some headway, get the attention off of her! Waving her brush, she cast an illusion on Hilevi. (20 Critical!)

The warrior woman started swinging her glaive in arcs around herself. "No....get away!" Then she tore off her own breastplate, then her pants, as if they were the arms of someone grabbing her. Syndra waved her hand, allowing the viewing sphere to show what she was seeing. A pair of orcs were climbing on her, clinging to her, and she was fighting to get their hands off of her, disrobing herself in the process. With another wave of her hand a moment later, the viewing sphere was showing the reality of the now pantless warrior. Her white panties had a yellow stain in the gusset, that had spread a bit to the front. For her part, Hilevi was too busy fighting the invisible orcs to be embarrassed at the moment, but the crowd laughed. "I guess she's REALLY afraid of orcs!" Aloysius joked. Eleanor made sure she was at a safe distance from her opponent.

Meanwhile, the Ebon Whisper charged at Seline, waving her blades intimidatingly. Seline decided to try the amulet she was given. She put her hand on it and gave it a magical charge. Suddenly, she felt much more agile and light on her feet. ((Dex and Speed +1 for rest of fight, or 7 rounds, whichever is first)) Immediately, she rolled away from Makurro's attack with ninja-like reflexes that weren't her own. At the same time, her dress blew up while she was moving, as if by a magical wind, giving the crowd a good preview of the bloomers she wore underneath. Safe from the attack, she aimed at her opponent's boots, and successfully teleported them away. ((I don't usually count shoes, but Seline has more layers of clothes than Makurro.))

Zaleria conjured a fireball, and was about to cast it toward her sister, but, instead, it exploded in her face, leaving the top of her dress lightly singed, and her cheeks covered in soot. Zoraida, who had been preparing to protect herself with a shield against fire, laughed, and took advantage of her sister's failure. But before she could complete her spell, a hiccup interrupted it. "Curses!" she spat, at her failure.

Aloysius beckoned Niniane up to the front of the line. He presented her with three brass tiles. The first had a shiny green blob on it, the second a stick figure behind some bars, and the third, an image of a stick-figure tripping.

Niniane looked at the tiles. "As much as I want revenge on Zaleria, this one looks like the most fun," she said, pointing to the one with the green blob. A blob shaped sigil of light appeared over the arena, and three long, wide, puddles of green slime appeared on the arena floor. They were positioned so one would have to step carefully, but anyone paying attention wouldn't fall in. Looking disappointed, Niniane said, "And I almost forgot. I want these to be available to the winners to use on the losers." Reaching into her magic satchel, she removed one pie, then a second, then a third, placing them in front of the podium where the whips had appeared when Enora suggested them. "Thanks, Niniane...although it's somewhat predictable from you, it's still a good suggestion," Aloysius said, "Now lets see what those slimy puddles are for..."

Eleanor was glad to find herself on the other side of one of the puddles from her opponent. Considering that Hilevi lacked ranged attacks, this was exactly where she wanted her. Hilevi realized ((15 )) that the orcs were just an illusion, and now wanted to attack Eleanor even more than ever. Bending over to pick up her glaive, she showed the viewing sphere the message across the back of her white panties. It read: "Caution: Wet." Not understanding why the audience was laughing so much, Hilevi looked down and saw the front of her stained panties. She had been having such a bad match, she had forgotten that she wet herself. She screamed with anger, and, using her glaive, pole-vaulted over the puddle of green slime ((15)). While she landed successfully, she had no time to attack before Eleanor had cast another illusion on her. Unfortunately for Eleanor, Hilevi saw right through the illusion from the start, so it never took hold.

The Ebon Whisper leapt at Seline again, confused as again, with an amazing agility, she dodged the attack. Again, as if a wind was blowing from underneath, her dress flew up and showed her bloomers. "Hahha,, you're too slow!" Seline said, excited to be beating the assassin at her own dexterity game. Makurro looked on, confused. She had fought Seline before, and witnessed no cat-like grace. Makurro was surprised to catch herself pausing to think during combat, and mentally chastised herself, as Seline was already casting her counterattack. ((Critical fail ))
Unfortunately, the spatial mage was overconfident, and, instead of teleporting her opponent's pants, as she intended, she had teleported herself too close for comfort to the edge of the slime puddle. Makurro smiled, seeing how she could take advantage of this.

Zaleria, undaunted by her prior failure, conjured another fireball. ((18 ))
She launched it at Zoraida, who was too slow to defend herself. Her dress caught on fire. The arena magics kept her from burning, but she threw herself to the ground and rolled in the sand to put the fire out, carefully avoiding the puddles of slime. Standing up, she retaliated with her own fireball ((16 )), but Zaleria was too quick to shield herself. ((18 ))

Zoraida looked down and shrieked. The arena attendants had blindfolded the contestants today, then dressed them, in preparation for a special match. She had no idea what she had on under her dress. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set, pink with navy blue stripes. On the left side of the bra, and the left front of the panties was a cat face. These were not the undergarments a terrifying sorceress-queen would have picked for herself. "Nice undergarments, sister," Zaleria taunted. Zoraida blushed, "Let's see what YOU have on!" she responded.

Salindra was brought up to the podium. "Ah, a mage!" said Aloysius. "You can cast one spell, or select on of these three brass tiles, but you must tell us your target for anything but the first tile. Also, feel free to make any suggestions for the punishment phase."

Salindra saw three tiles before her: The first (environmental) showed a raindrop, the second (individual), showed a drawing of a flexed bicep, with the muscle sagging below the arm instead of popping up, the third (team) showed a picture of a turtle.

Salindra saw the occasion to show how she was powerful. "Dear fighter and spectator, watch carefully to power of the most powerful pyromancer of Enferia !!!!"

She take a stand ! then she look at the tiles. There is no one who interest her. so she will cast a spell, an area spell who will show, who is the most powerful mage of enferia !!!!

"I will cast a spell ! now face the Rain Of Fire !" And she begin to cast the spell (17)

((All failed their defense rolls for the spell but Zaleria, who rolled critical))

As the flames poured down on the arena floor, everyone scrambled for cover. The mages tried to shield themselves, the warriors and rogues to run someplace where it wouldn't affect them.

Eleanor had no recourse, as no illusion could stop the very real blaze. The rest of her dress was burned off, leaving her in her pink panties and white bra decorated with black flowers. At least she was still holding her brush, keeping up he glamour.

Hilevi's shirt and panties were too wet to burn, both from her 'accident' and the water that had been dumped on her before. But the blaze did dry out the leather straps on her breastplate until it fell off.

Seline's dress burned away, leaving her in her customary bloomers and a white bra. Her attempt to teleport out from under it had come too slow.

The Ebon Whisper dodged and rolled, looking in vain for cover. In a short time, her leather pants were destroyed, leaving her in a pink bra and a pink version of the fundoshi loin-wrappings customary to her land.

Zoraida, who had been outraged by the striped underwear the arena help ahd dressed her in, now had one less piece to worry about. The straps of the bra popped open under the fire, and it flew away from her, comically, as her large breasts bounced into view.

Zaleria alone managed to put up a magical shield in time to not suffer from the flames.

"Vey impressive, Salindra." said Aloysius.


Eleanor waved her brush at Hilevi, attempting to distract her with an illusion of where she would most like to be. ((Critical fail!)) Instead, she mesmerized herself. Queen Syndra waved her hand, to show her illusion on the viewing sphere. It was a scene that was taking place in what must have been the castle of Nysia. In a large, royal-looking bedchamber, Eleanor was seated in the middle of the bed, her upper body propped up a bit on some pillows. She was nude, but the scandal of the illusion was something else. Zaleria was with her, also nude, providing pleasure to Eleanor with her tongue. But Zoraida was also there, kissing Eleanor's nipples. Both sisters saw the illusion on the viewing screen, and both were enraged to see the painter fantasizing about her sibling. No matter the outcome of this match, Eleanor's magical backfire had placed her in serious trouble.

The illusion, to the chagrin of those who enjoyed seeing it on the viewing sphere, was cut short, thanks to the actions of Hilevi, who had walked up behind Eleanor, grabbed the back of her panties, lifted her up by them, and spun to the side quickly, causing a painful wedgie, that eventually ripped, sending Eleanor sprawling. Eleanor was shocked to be ripped from such a nice dream so quickly, and barely gained consciousness in time to keep herself from sliding into one of the puddles of green slime. ((Critical)) She looked down, and saw that she was only wearing her bra.

Seline tried teleporting away Makurro’s fundoshi, but she couldn’t get a bead on the moving target. ((15 to 17 )) The Ebon Whisper was soon upon her, and ((Crtical)) grabbed her large bloomers, pulling so hard on the bottom of them that Seline fell on her backside. ((9 )) Sadly, she was standing at the edge of a green slime puddle, and, as she fell backward into it, she fully immersed, but found that the pool was not very deep. But she noticed something about it—it was dissolving her bra. She was the first to be stripped. She stood up in the puddle, shaking slime out of her hair and spitting out some that had gotten in her mouth. She had never felt so powerless and silly before!

“Oh, my, sister, you have lost almost all your clothes!” Zaleria taunted. “Eleanor wants me, not you!” Zoraida responded. Both cast against each other with vigor. Zaleria’s spell went off first, sending a fireball toward her sister, but Zoraida was quick enough with the shield this time. ((17 vs 18 )) Zoraida’s spell, however sent a giant gust of wind at Zaleria, tearing off her dress and knocking her back before she could enact any defense. ((Critical vs 14 )) She was wearing a pink bikini-like set of underwear, with a pattern of large circles in white on it. But worse, she landed face-first in a pool of green slime. Luckily for her, she was face down, with her backside up. Her panties stayed clear of the slime, but, as she pulled her face out of the ooze and looked down, she saw her flimsy bra disintegrating. She was now in the same state of dress as her sister. This match belonged to anyone at this point.

Aloysius beckoned to Veera. “It’s your turn, dear, what would you like to do, and to whom? Any suggestions for the punishment phase?”

Three brass tiles appeared before Veera. The first (environment) had a raindrop drawn on it. The second (Personal) had the head of a dog drawn on it. The third (Team) had a letter C, with a smily face drawn in it, all of which seemed to be crossed out. She guessed sagely that the last might affect the charisma of the entire team for a few rounds.

Veera smiled. She knew just who she wanted to target. She picked the personal tile with the dog head on it.

"I want lovely Zaleria to be the target." Veera smirked. She had 400 gold riding against Zaleria, and a personal vendetta. Two birds with one stone!

"And your punishment?" The announcer asked.

"How about embarrassing illusions?" Veera smiled. If this worked it would be revenge fully completed!

"Very well," said Aloysius. "We'll write that in the arena log, since it's not something we can just put over there with the whips and pies."

As Veera touched the tile, a glowing sigil of a dog's head appeared over the arena. And soon, one of the meaner dogs she had ever seen appeared in the center of the arena, and ran right for Zaleria, who was not conscious of its presence. When Veera looked quizzically at it, Aloysius understood and smiled, "She may not know it, but her remaining clothing is magically emanating the smell of raw steak."

Every spectator saw the dog lunging for Zaleria's backside. Zaleria realized there must be something going on behind her, but she started to turn her head too late. At the same moment, the dog's teeth sunk into her backside. Zaleria's eyes widened, and she let out what could only be described as a yelp. Keeping it's jaw locked on her backside, the dog moved his head to one side, then the other, shredding the panties, and also her backside, if it had not been for the protective arena magic. She was left face down in the green slime, backside in the air, and although the arena magic didn't let the dog hurt her, there was a visible set of teeth marks in her backside.

Zoraida bent over laughing at her sister's plight. The dog claimed its meaty cloth prize, and was magically teleported again back to wherever it was kept.

"It looks like Zaleria's team, doing well before, is now only hanging on by Eleanor's bra."

Eleanor faced impossible odds. She tried one more time to send Hilevi and illusion that would stop the formidable warrior. ((15 )) ((14 )) Eleanor was nervous about whetehr the illusion had worked when Hilevi stopped in her tracks and started screaming "Get your filthy paws off my, you damn dirty orc!" With that, she tore off her own shirt, revealing a black bra. Eleanor tried to put some distance between herself and the remaining contestants.

Meanwhile, Zoraida stopped laughing and prepared to target Eleanor with a spell, while Makurro sprinted in her direction!

That's when Iris was summoned to the podium. She didn't care about the politics, but remembered a terrible fight with her mother and Cleodine against Hilevi, Zoraida, and Wanda.

She looked at the tiles presented to her:
One had a dollop of mud on it. The second had a raindrop. The third, a bicep with the muscle drooping in weakness.

She picked the middle one. "I want to use this on Zoraida. Oh, and remembering what Hilevi did to me, may I suggest the forfeits end with a pigpen?"

Aloysius nodded as a sigil that looked like raindrop appeared over the arena. All the contestants stopped and looked up for a moment. Then, a giant gush of water as if a many gallon tank had spilled all at once fell over Zoraida. She was soaked, and shook her limbs out angrily at the cold water, that also made her nipples stand on end. That's when her foot felt something. She looked down, to see her full bush of pubic hair. The force of the water had pushed the panties right down her legs. She was out. Zaleria tried to laugh at her sister, but the dogbite still hurt.

Hilevi was still attacking the invisible orcs...apparently one of them had a hold on her panties, and she soon pulled them off herself, trying to remove the creature's hands from them. She was still wearing her bra.

Eleanor cast the same illusion at Makurro ((14 )) and the assassin could not manage to resist. ((8 )) The viewing sphere showed what terrified Makurro so much that she tore off her fundoshi to get it away from her. In the illusion, she was covered in rabbits. Like Hilevi, she still wore her bra.

Just when Aloysius was about to summon another fighter or sponsor ro the podium, Hilevi suddenly stopped doing the "get the orcs off me" dance, and charged Eleanor. ((19 )

Eleanor tried moving away, masking her retreat with an illusion, but it was too late. Hilevi had her bra, and ripped it from her body forcefully. Eleanor's hands naturally went up to her breasts to protect her bra, then cover herself once there was no hope of keeping it on. This made it easy for Hilevi to grab the paintbrush from her hand. Immediately, Eleanor's chubby, unshaved form appeared. Hilevi gave her a little push, and she was sitting on her backside in the sand. Then, the warrior approached Zoraida, handed her the brush, and held her hand up like a champion.

"That's it!" Aloysius announced, "The neighboring realm of Nysia has a new Queen...er, the old queen back....and Zaleria is now just her little sister again!"

Some cheers came from the gathered audience, but also plenty of boos. Anyone who had encountered either Queen of Nysia would have reason to boo, no matter who won. Seline looked sheepishly at the victors, fearing what would come next. Zaleria cringed before Zoraida, still holding her backside where it had been bitten. And Eleanor was trying to avoid the viewing sphere, with no success.

Makurro smiled, and Hilevi looked proud for a change. This was her first win ever. But the biggest smile was Zoraida's. "Now, sister, slut, and....let's call you cow? Spacious mage? We'll figure it out. What shall we do with you? Suggestions have been made, but we also have some ideas of our own.

((To be continued))

"Well, I'm enjoying the moment," Zoraida laughed, "but I think it's time we start what might be the most extensive forfeits this arena has ever seen!"

Hilevi and Makurro lined up the losing team in front of them. Zoraida looked them over and smiled. Seline was covered in green slime. Zaleria's face was dripping with it. "First of all, you're disgusting. You need to clean up." The gate opened, and a guard with a bucket entered the arena. "No need," Zoraida called, casting a spell that shot water at the three women like the force of a firehose. It was very cold water, and Seline's body reacted accordingly.

"Now you look like a bunch of drowned rats....well, rats and cows. I have a lot more in store for you, but I had to clean you up first. Zoraida walked up to Eleanor, rubbing the paintbrush down the length of her nose in a teasing way. She gestured to her teammates. Makurro stood in front of Seline, and Hilevi in front of Zaleria.

"First," said Zoraida, "since you did manage to strip our bottom halves...you'll have to pleasure us. Make it good! We have lots of punishment coming your way, and you can have lots more if we think you didn't put all of your heart--or your tongue-- into it. And Hilevi? Make sure that my sister has a good view of Eleanor and I.

Hilevi pushed Zaleria to the ground, wrapped her meaty thighs around her head, and rolled to the side. Zaleria's tongue was right up against her sensitive lower lips, but she was facing Eleanor. Seeing this, Zoraida roughly pushed Eleanor over so she was lying on her back, and than straddled her face, looking at her sister tauntingly as Eleanor's tongue went to work.

Makurro grabbed Seline by the hair. Seline looked like she was about to protest, but thought better of it. After getting her onto her hands and knees, Makurro sat facing her, with her legs spread. Then, grabbing the mage's hair again, she guided her head to where she wanted it. This position seemed chosen to force Seline's head to be down, and her butt in the air. Makurro wanted to humiliate her beyond just requiring satisfaction. Seline wasn't in much of a position to fight it. She got to work, and in a short time, Makurro was making high-pitched moans and squeals, too turned on to be embarrassed by the ridiculousness of her voice.

Eleanor hated Zoraida right now, but she had never stopped being attracted to her. And she knew just how to please her, from past experience. Zoraida was soon letting out moans of pleasure. She still looked at Zaleria, rubbing in how much pleasure her sister's new lover was giving her. And, to add insult to injury, she took Eleanor's hand and put it on her wet pussy, so Zaleria had to witness Eleanor stroking herself furiously, excited by being with her sister. Suddenly, Zoraida came hard, falling down so her body was resting on Eleanor's, her face not far from the hand that was stroking her. As Zoraida's juices splashed over Eleanor's face in three large bursts, Eleanor herself came. Zoraida looked at Zaleria, who was powerless to turn away, head locked between Hielvi's thighs as it was, and smiled. She enjoyed the look of hate and powerlessness in her sister's eyes for a moment, then yelled, "I didn't say you could stop, Eleanor! Again!"

Seline hated pleasuring the rival who had humiliated her before, and then been humiliated by her. To have the tables turned back again was too much. But when Makurro didn't think she was performing as well as she could, she locked her feet into each other on Seline's back, and pulled her hair again. Seline licked harder and faster, and was rewarded with an explosive orgasm from the woman known as the Ebon Whisper. There were no whispers during this orgasm, just high-pitched, ear-bleeding screams.

Hilevi was the last to climax. Perhaps this was because Zaleria was distracted by the show her sister was putting on to upset her. Hilevi slapped her backside and flank a few times when she got so mad she had forgotten to move her tongue. Eventually, Hilevi came, and Zaleria, shot with warm liquid, was disgusted because, considering the woman's reputation for drinking too much and having an overactive bladder, how could she be certain what that liquid was?

Zoraida came one more time, before ordering everyone to stand and line up again. The looks between Zaleria and Eleanor were music to her soul. She was victorious, and would now punish her sister and ex-lover...as well as that annoying mage. But driving a wedge between lovers was only the first part of her plan.

"Now....to use some of the ideas suggested by those who influenced the competition. May I have two pillories please?"

Two sets of stocks appeared, part of the magic of the arena. Zoraida whispered something to her companions. Hilevi grabbed Eleanor and put her in the stocks. The hand and leg holes of each were close to the ground, ensuring that the person restrained presented a good view of their backside.

As Makurro grabbed Seline and did the same with her, Zoraida stopped her for the moment. "I do believe this amulet is from my treasury. I'll take it back, now, thank you." "Wait, that was a gift!" Seline said as Makurro locked her in the stocks. Zoraida didn't acknowledge her, but gestured to Aloysius, and a small table appeared with the objects that had been donated for the forfeits. Grabbing Zaleria by the hair, she forced her to bend, and walked her over to the table, shoving her face down violently into one of the pies. The viewing sphere cut away from showing Seline's prominent posterior for a moment to focus on the enraged Zaleria, sputtering under all the cream on her face. Zoraida picked up a whip, and hit her sister's backside with it. As Zaleria was still smarting from the dog attack, her body suddenly jerked upright, and her hands went behind her to soothe the pain.

Zoraida placed the whip in Zaleria's hand, and turned her around, pointing her at Eleanor and Seline. Then, she picked up the two other pies, and walked around to the stocks in front of Seline. "Don't you dare!" Seline said. But Zoraida paid her words no heed, and slammed the confection into her face. Her lovely skin and hair was covered in cream. She spat some of the excess away from her lips.

Then, Zoraida took the other pie over to Eleanor. Eleanor simply looked sad and powerless. Still, Zoraida took a great deal of joy in smearing the dessert all over her face. Then, she pointed to Zaleria. "Why only two stocks, you wonder? You're going to whip them. And don't take it easy, or we'll take it out on them AND you."

Just as Zoraida had predicted, Zaleria felt betrayed. Her sister looking her in the eyes while her lover orgasmed from contact with her had made her as jealous as Zoraida had planned. The whip cracked, and left a mark across Eleanor's backside. Eleanor felt the jealous rage that was strengthening Zaleria's stroke, but she had nothing to say in her defense. She HAD betrayed Zaleria, in her mind as well as in her body. And after the Illusion had backfired on her, Zaleria knew it. She secretly wanted both sisters, and would likely have neither of them again.

*Crack!* The whip hit Eleanor again. Still silent, she could no longer hold back the tears. They mixed with makeup and pie goo as they slid down her cheeks.

*Crack!* "That's it," said Zoraida, "That little minx wanted ME the whole time she was with YOU. She was just using you, because you were the queen."

*Crack!* (That wasn't entirely true. Eleanor had strong feelings for Zaleria, but it was also true that feelings for Zoraida still remained. But here she was, a pawn in a feud between two sisters.)

*Crack!* The pain was now unbearable. If it hadn't been for the arena magic, Eleanor would be bleeding. As it was, her backside was red, with long whip-shaped welts across it.

*Crack!* Zaleria's rage seemed as boundless as Zoraida's joy in watching it.

*Crack!* With that lash, Eleanor lost consciousness.

"Don't forget about this big, fat mage!" Makurro reminded. Zoraida seemed annoyed at first, but nodded.

Zaleria gave the unconscious Eleanor one last lash before turning her attentions to Seline.

While Eleanor had had nothing to say during her whipping, because she realized her position was indefensible, Seline had no emotional attachment to Zaleria, and was not afraid to speak up.

"Don't do this! You owe me!"

*Crack!* "Owe you? Even with a magic item from our treasury you failed me--and spectacularly if I do say so. You were stripped in record time, wallowing around in that pit of green slime. You should be ashamed of yourself."

*Crack!* "You bitch! Without me you and your hairy minx over here would have--"

*Crack!* "Would have what? Lost? Been put in stocks and whipped?"

*Crack!* Seline was crying now due to the pain rather than emotion. Her outsized backside wiggled and bounced with each lash of the whip. It was reddened and covered with welts.

*Crack!* Seline gritted her teeth. "You fat, stupid cow," said Zaleria, "You're useless as a mage. Maybe someone should keep you for milking!"

That's when Hilevi grabbed Zaleria's arms, as Makurro let Seline out of the stocks, and Zaleria took her place.

"Your turn," Zoraida said, with a smile, handing Seline the whip.

((Splotch, do you want to cover how Seline whips these two?))

Seline held the whip for a moment. Then, she smiled wickedly. She turned to Zaleria. Or, more accurately she looked at Zaleria's hunched over butt.

"So, you want to blame me for this?" She said as she unfurled the whip. "Well YOU were the one who forced me to fight! YOU were the one who couldn't best your sister! This was all your fault you bitch! Consider any debt paid, any agreement voided. And now you're going to get your lesson you bitch!"

Seline swung the whip over head. It impacted the most sensitive area, the crack between Zaleria's cheeks.

"AAHHH!" Zaleria screamed as the whip licked between her buttocks. She wouldn't be able to sit for a week! And, Seline was just getting started. Switching to a horizontal whip motion she began smacking at Zaleria, leaving lashes across each cheek. Despite not being the most fit champion, Seline was very angry, and managed to give Zaleria worse then she'd gotten. Zaleria was crying, her face a mess of pie, streaking makeup and tears by the end. Her legs had given out, the stocks holding her upright, but her knees collasped, body hanging limply. Her butt was lined with vicious red marks.

"Now the artist!" Zoraida commanded. Seline knew that to take it easy on Eleanor would be to invite more punishment on herself. But, she pitied Eleanor, who seemed to be an innocent lovestruck fool. So, she gave Eleanor one hard smack, then, acting tired, passed the whip back.