Match: Raine the Sorceress vs. Christie the Grey Witch

A light rain was falling, the raindrops splashing against the invisible barrier erected over the top of the arena. Some rainy days saw the sands soaked into a gritty, shifting mess, while other days had the ground kept dry like today. The overcast sky cast a cool grey shadow over the area.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what better way to pass a rainy day than watching two beauties fight in the arena?!" the announcer bellowed. "And trust me when I say we have a fight none of you will want to miss!"

The gates opened, the combatants stepped out, and the crowd buzzed with murmurs.

"First, let's hear it for the living legend, Christie the Grey!" the announcer cheered, echoing the crowd's reaction as their enthusiasm rang across the arena.

"And facing the Grey Witch is a promising newcomer. She's won her first fight, but how will she fare against this colossus of combat? Everyone welcome Raine the Sorceress!"

The crowd cheered again, though not with as much enthusiasm as they had greeted Christie.

"Two magical prodigies. Who is the better? Let's find out! Let the battle begin!"

Initiative:
Raine: 7+3=10
Christie: 3+0=3
Raine gets the first attack.

"Ch-Christie the Grey?!" Raine choked. She'd heard of this woman, a living legend and arena celebrity. Her record was incredible. And Raine was expected to fight her?! "Oh geez... this is gonna be bad..."

If she was going to have a hope, Raine needed to be aggressive. Seizing the moment, Raine muttered an incantation to herself, a palm extended toward Christie.

Raine: 2+3=5
Christie: 8+4=12
Successful Defense!

A green cloud erupted around Christie. The faint smell of acid wafting from it. Unfortunately for Raine, a gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew the cloying green cloud away, dissipating in the air.

Current Health-

Raine: Blue silk robes (4), Blue silk pants (3), Embroidered shirt (1), Embroidered shorts (1), Bra (1), Panties (1)

Christie: Grey Cloak (2), Tattered Gown (6), Bra (1), Thong (1)

((so, we saying Christie has the grey cloak on? she doesn't really have much defense without it... also i'm guessing the "destroyed" is a typo?))

((Oh, crap, yeah. Sorry, I copy/pasted it from the adventure thread. Thought I got that. And lemme go ahead and throw the cloak back on her as well. Go ahead with your round post while I fix this.))

Christie coughed and waved her hand, as if she'd merely smelled something foul, before dismissing the cloud with a wave of her hand. Winds shot through the arena, flattening the green mist and continuing to whip around the two arena combatants. With her clothes and hair fluttering about her dramatically, the Grey Witch regarded the cheering crowd with that mixture of wonder again. She pondered, with narrowed eyes, this reputation she'd somehow earned and resolved to figure out why she couldn't remember all that much of it.

Before she could think or even open her mouth to talk, she found that the wind around them had compressed into deadly, stabbing blades. All in one go, the sharp, compressed winds slammed into the sand around them, sticking out like blades of grass before dissipating wildly. Instinctively, Christie had jumped back, knowing in the back of her mind that something reflexive inside her had created the effect. She looked up at her foe curiously to see if she'd been as lucky...

((the int attack targets her robes..! let's do this))

Christie: 6+4=10
Raine: 3+3=6
Successful Attack!

Raine paled, holding up her arms in a futile defensive gesture as the magical blades shot toward her. Raine heard and felt the blades biting into her robe more than she saw it, her arms blocking her eyes as they were.

When the sorceress lowered her arms once more, she found her robe completely destroyed, tattered blue silk held firm to the ground by the magical blades before they disappeared.

"Sh-she's just as good as they say." Raine muttered.

She couldn't let fear get to her! If she despaired now, she was as good as beat! Focusing on Christie once more, Raine tried a different tactic.

Raine: 7+3=10
Christie: 1+4=5
Critical Defense Failure!

The sands of the arena around Christie's feet suddenly shot upward, several columns the size and shape of arms surrounding the Grey Witch. Each hand grabbed the threadbare cloak around her shoulders firmly, and each hand pulled in a different direction.

The threadbare garment didn't last long. The sand arms tore the cloak to pieces before losing their form and falling back to the sand in heaps.

Current Health-

Raine: Blue silk robes (0)-destroyed, Blue silk pants (3), Embroidered shirt (1), Embroidered shorts (1), Bra (1), Panties (1)

Christie: Grey Cloak (0)-destroyed, Tattered Gown (6), Bra (1), Thong (1)

Christie grunted and fought off the arms as best she could, deciding finally to let the cloak be torn free. Getting her balance, her leather sandals shifted in the silt as she brushed the sand off of herself casually, as if she were showing off her body. Really it was just reflex -- the old Christie might have done something like that to pretend she just didn't give a damn. All the hooting and hollering of the crowd brought her attention back up to the viewing sphere, which showed her delicately arched back and elegant figure in the picturesque pose. This damn dress she kept finding herself in... it hid very little.

With an irritated grunt and a little hiss, Christie began to trot towards her opponent, then out at a little angle, her breasts bouncing with each little bit of her sprint. As she was running, she'd been gathering energy around her fingertips -- it manifested as bright blue electricity; showy tendrils of pale lightning were dangling from her hands to the arena floor. When she stopped she promptly brought them up in a whipping motion with both hands. The raging stream of sparks flew up and whipped at Raine's chest, and would rip the shirt right off of her if it connected.

Christie: 3+4=7
Raine: 1+3=4
Critical Defense Failure!

Raine flinched as the crackling electricity connected with her chest. Not only was Raine's embroidered shirt torn right off her frame, revealing her lacy blue bra, but the tingle of electricity across her skin was an odd mixture of pain and pleasure. If Raine weren't so terrified of her opponent, she might have focused on how intriguing that had felt.

Raine saw the viewing sphere out of the corner of her eye, displaying her bra-clad chest for all to see. A blush crept across Raine's cheeks, hoping that this was all of her chest the audience got to see.

Raine: 10+3=13
Christie: 6+4=10
Critical Hit!

Raine dug her feet into the sand. She wasn't about to let herself lose without damaging more than that cloak! Moving her arms in complex motions, muttering to herself.

Christie's dress would have felt as if it had suddenly been replaced with steel. The fabric sagged heavily, the tears already present showing off different parts of her body as they moved. Finally, the seams could take no more and the dress tore apart, slamming into the ground around Christie's ankles.

Current Health-

Raine: Blue silk robes (0)-destroyed, Blue silk pants (3), Embroidered shirt (0)-destroyed, Embroidered shorts (1), Bra (1), Panties (1)

Christie: Grey Cloak (0)-destroyed, Tattered Gown (0)-destroyed, Bra (1), Thong (1)

Christie hissed and looked down, immediately red in the face. The ripped fabric felt like it was digging into her, so heavy was it, that she was relieved when it fell around her ankles. Being sure to hold onto her undergarments lest they slide down with the dress, Christie took a careful step out of the ruined garment and begrudgingly brought her hands up away from her almost "micro" thong and the sheer, lacy bra that barely concealed her dark pink nipples. With her face burning red, both from embarrassment and anger, Christie began to work her hands furiously in the makings of a spell, then backpedaled to create some distance from her foe.

"Hey..." she began, as if starting to say "no fair," or something similarly petulant. "That trick..." she muttered, unsure why it bothered her so. "Well played," she finished, aloud this time, still weaving her hands fluidly in the gestures of her spell.

With her full bottom jiggling behind her, Christie snapped her fingers, signaling that the spell was complete. Raine immediately felt the effect -- a shrinking spell! Her bra was quickly shrinking, tightening, and constricting her chest...

Christie: 2+4=6
Raine: 2+3=5
Successful Attack!

Raine felt the constricting sensation on her chest and her blush immediately deepened. Looking down, Raine watched with dread and awe as her bra shrank, her breasts spilling out as the cups became too small to contain them. The straps around her back dug into her skin almost painfully, and the sorceress was forced to take shallow breaths.

Finally, the shrinking bra could take no more and snapped, flying off Raine's chest and baring the scarlet-haired woman's breasts to the viewing sphere and crowd. With a wail of dismay, Raine threw her arms across her chest. Glowering, Raine looked at Christie, muttering to herself.

Raine slowly lifted one foot and stomped it to the ground...

Raine: 8+3=11
Christie: 6+4=10
Attack Successful!

...and something moved under the sand, snaking across the ground before stopping directly beneath Christie. Another arm of sand shot up from below, fingers wrapping around the underside of the Grey Witch's thong and pulling down.

Current Health-

Raine: Blue silk robes (0)-destroyed, Blue silk pants (3), Embroidered shirt (0)-destroyed, Embroidered shorts (1), Bra (0), Panties (1)

Christie: Grey Cloak (0)-destroyed, Tattered Gown (0)-destroyed, Bra (1), Thong (0)-destroyed

((gonna activate sandstorm trickery on this one...))

Christie screamed out in surprise as the shockwave in the sand stopped beneath her, and the arm erupted, grabbing her. Instead of yanking her thong down, however, it seemed to pull her entire form down into the sand, yelling for help. With the crowd gasping in surprise, the arena went silent for a moment.

"Would you politely stop trying to use sand against me, please..?" Came the sweet voice from behind Raine.

Raine felt a gentle hand pat her on the ass then, suddenly. Christie found herself standing behind her opponent, giving her that playful swat on the bottom, and whispering a little spell that would set her silk pants aflame. All the same it did look as if her thong was hanging on by threads -- one side of it hung very low on the curve of her hip, just a hint of dark blond curls showing in the front of the sagging garment. Once again she didn't remember quite why she felt so at home in the sand of the arena, she was just glad for it...

((Very good.))

Christie: 8+4=12
Raine: 3+3=6
Successful Attack!

Raine yelped as she felt the playful swat to her rear end. Without thinking, Raine clasped her hands to her ass and bared her chest as she spun to face Christie. That was when Raine felt the heat. Thanks to the protection of the arena, Raine's hands didn't burn, but her pants did.

The fine material burned quickly, reducing itself to cinders in mere moments as the magical flames consumed them. Raine's embroidered shorts came into view, still covering plenty of skin, but embarrassing to have lost her pants nonetheless.

"F-fine. No more sand." Raine muttered. "How about I fight fire with fire?"

Raine: 5+3=8
Christie: 9+4=13
Successful Defense!

Raine's comment was followed by a grand display of absolutely nothing. A look of worry flashed across the redhead's features.

"That... was supposed to preclude something..."

Current Health-

Raine: Blue silk robes (0)-destroyed, Blue silk pants (0)-destroyed, Embroidered shirt (0)-destroyed, Embroidered shorts (1), Bra (0), Panties (1)

Christie: Grey Cloak (0)-destroyed, Tattered Gown (0)-destroyed, Bra (1), Thong (1)

Grinning, Christie ran her tongue along the edge of her teeth in a rather predatory manner as she eyed the woman's exposed breasts with a delighted hum.

"Mmh... Very nice," she taunted, both referring to her chest and to the fizzled spell. "I believe we might be able to teach you some manners yet, pretty little thing," she cooed. A quick wave of her hand again summoned tremendous magical force, and Raine felt pressure on her body again...

This time, it was coming from her shorts. The already somewhat tight garment was riding up, as if an invisible hand were giving her a frontal wedgie with enough power to lift her off the ground. A few seconds of that and the shorts would be ripped apart by the hand and her weight, no doubt. The telekinesis spell was a simple enough one, but the power behind it was, as usual, surprising.

Christie: 6+4=10
Raine: 3+3=6
Successful Attack!

Raine's eyes widened as her shorts began to rise. The blush on her cheeks intensified as she felt the snug material pulling tightly against her lower lips.

"N-no! Please don't!" Raine pleaded, though it was to no avail.

The shorts were fairly sturdy, but still just cloth, and after hanging in the air for around twenty seconds it began to tear. Raine closed her eyes and braced herself as she felt the shorts begin to fail, ready to try and land on her feet. Finally, with a mighty rip, the shorts came apart.

Raine thankfully landed on her feet, her panties that had matched her bra now on full display. It was the only garment between her and complete nudity.

"Thank you for calling me pretty." Raine said. "But I assure you, I already have wonderful manners. For example, I know to always pay back what is owed."

Raine: 9+3=12
Christie: 6+4=10
Successful Attack!

Raine mimicked a pair of scissors with her left hand, and a pair of ethereal scissors appeared just under Christie's chest. Rising up, the magical scissors mirrored Raine's hand movements, clipping Christie's bra apart. As if to add insult to injury, Raine quickly shot a hand out and tweaked one of Christie's now-exposed nipples.

Current Health-

Raine: Blue silk robes (0)-destroyed, Blue silk pants (0)-destroyed, Embroidered shirt (0)-destroyed, Embroidered shorts (0)-destroyed, Bra (0)-destroyed, Panties (1)

Christie: Grey Cloak (0)-destroyed, Tattered Gown (0)-destroyed, Bra (0)-destroyed, Thong (1)

Christie gasped, blinking, and her plush lips fell open as if she were about to say something, or protest, when all that came out was a squeal. That damned woman had the nerve to tweak her nipple..!

Her pert, full breasts were in fact on display; they'd popped free with a generous bounce as soon as the lace of her bra had peeled away. Her big, dark pink nipple felt taut in Raine's hand, drawing a deeper blush from Christie. She grinned, though despite herself, biting down on that plump lower lip of hers as she cupped a hand over her tit and pondered her next move.

The air around Christie shimmered and hardened as her now nearly naked body instinctively protected itself. The bubble of force seemed to be all that she was doing, for the longest time, before the ground began to shudder suddenly, like a small earthquake. As the audience's eyes went to the arena floor, expecting something to sunder the earth, they might have noticed a slowly growing shadow around Raine. The quaking earth was just a distraction, then, as a veritable waterfall had manifested way above the sorceress.

It was probably more complicated of a trick than it needed to be, but if it hit it would be quite effective. The giant stream of water summoned from above should be enough to blast Raine's bottoms off and around her ankles.

((Christie's using arcane shield this round and attacking her bottoms! XD )) edit: what the heck am I saying? I forgot what arcane shield was used for, for a second. It doesn't really apply here does it...

Christie: 2+4-2(Arcane Shield paired with attack)=4
Raine: 6+3=9
Successful Defense!

Raine somehow managed to see the growing shadow before it was too late. Looking up, the barely-dressed sorceress saw the torrent of water forming above her and quickly jumped backward. The water hit a second later, pouring into the sand with a thunderous roar and soaking the gritty ground.

"That was too close..." Raine muttered before looking to Christie again. "I've got to end this now."

Raine: 4+3=7
Christie: 4+4+2(Arcane Shield)=10
Successful Defense!

Coils of electricity manifested to the sides of Christie, tendrils of lightning flying for the edges of her thong... only to arc off an invisible sphere. Christie's arcane shield repelled the attack completely.

"Er... it's an honor fighting you, Grey Witch." Raine muttered, hoping to foster some good will.

Current Health-

Raine: Blue silk robes (0)-destroyed, Blue silk pants (0)-destroyed, Embroidered shirt (0)-destroyed, Embroidered shorts (0)-destroyed, Bra (0)-destroyed, Panties (1)

Christie: Grey Cloak (0)-destroyed, Tattered Gown (0)-destroyed, Bra (0)-destroyed, Thong (1)

The witch hissed under her breath in a curse, certain that last trick would have gotten her. She barely seemed to notice when the lightning bounced off of her shield, she merely stood with hands on her hips muttering to herself in irritation. Once again Christie seemed utterly unaware of her prominently displayed breasts.

"Enough of this, I'm sad to say, I want to see the rest of you immediately. This has been fun, and all..." she trailed off, looking down at her sandals and taking a step away from the spreading mud created by the sudden torrent. Distantly, at first, one could hear the "caw" of crows. The sound and number of ravens screeching seemed to increase, gradually, rattling the arena contestants as the cacophony manifested from the shadows.

It was very sudden, then, that from every nook and cranny of the arena came flying a stream of glossy black ravens. The swift birds flocked around Raine, feathers falling everywhere as they picked at her panties, snapping angrily and pecking her skin lightly. Christie stood and admired her handiwork as Raine's entire form seemed to be swarmed with crows, momentarily, as they fluttered around her hungrily. Would a less clothed sorceress be remaining when they scattered..?

Christie: 4+4=8
Raine: 3+3=6
Successful Attack!

Raine shrieked as the ravens swarmed her, swatting at the birds in a hopeless attempt to scare them off. As the birds swarmed the redhead's form it was almost impossible to see her, much to the audience's chagrin. Thankfully for them, the birds departed soon enough, and from one of their beaks hung the tattered remains of Raine's panties.

"And we have a winner!" the announcer cried. "Christie, the Grey Witch!"

The crowd cheered for the victor as Raine clasped her hands between her legs, her face as crimson as her hair. She had lost, and she knew what that meant. With big, pleading eyes, Raine looked to Christie.

"Y-you'll go easy on me. Right?" Raine asked, her voice quivering.

((Congratulations, Cerin!))

Humming lightly to herself with satisfaction, she gazed up at the crowd for only a moment before looking back at Raine to drink the sight in. Pacing up to her, slowly, she kept her hands on her hips, feeling much less vulnerable and exposed now that Raine was totally nude.

"Of course I will, sweetling," she purred, tracing a hand along the sorceress' beautiful face. "Assuming, that is, you do exactly as told," she grinned, letting her fingertips drift down to one of Raine's breasts. Squeezing it firmly with her whole hand, she trapped her nipple between two of her fanned out fingers and let it pinch with each little squeeze she gave.

"Although, I have to pay you back a just a little bit, don't I?" she giggled. "Stand with your legs apart, and grab your ankles... Now."

Raine bit her lip. "But... but that'll show off... okay."

As humiliating as it would be, Raine knew it would only be worse if she objected. Christie had won, and Raine was subject to her whims as a result. Raine set her feet apart and, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself, bent over to grab her ankles. The redhead didn't need to see the viewing sphere to know that it was giving the crowd a close-up view of everything she was putting on display. The noise the crowd was making clued her in to that well enough.

Standing there, exposing everything like this, Raine could only pray that Christie's punishment would be over soon.

Raine felt a pair of soft hands grip and fondle her butt for a moment before the hands were gone and replaced by stinging slaps. With no particular rhythm or cadence, Christie swatted Raine's ass repeatedly until it was turning a bright pink.

"No back talk," she said sharply, before placing both hands on her ass again as she stood next to her. "The penalty will be even more humiliating than this next time..." and with the dreadful words hanging in the air, she gripped her ass cheeks hard and spread the sorceress out for the crowd to see.

"Now, this next part is painfully simple, luv, and when we're done I'll let you go. All you have to do is play with your little kitty until I say stop... and no longer than that, do you understand..?" She said, her nails digging into Raine's soft flesh and making her butt jiggle.

Raine cried out in pain and humiliation with each slap to her ass, recalling the punishment she'd inflicted on her first opponent. Had it been this bad for her?

Raine didn't get to ponder this thought for long, as she experienced a whole new level of humiliation as she felt her ass cheeks spread apart. This was obscene! The view the audience had before was bad enough, but now she was spread open for their viewing pleasure!

But the sorceress knew better than to object. Instead, she simply uttered a defeated "I understand, Miss Christie." and slowly released one ankle to begin playing with herself.

What Raine was doing was supposed to be private. Enjoyed in the comfort of her own bedroom and with nobody else around, not in the middle of the arena with countless people watching! Raine bit her lip as her cheeks burned with shame. At this point, all the sorceress could hope was that Christie would at least be kind enough to let her climax.

"Perrrfect, there you go," Christie cooed as she paced around her defeated opponent smugly. -This- was that old familiar feeling at its best. Her foe had submitted after being beaten in a fair fight... why did she want to take this so far..? She supposed everyone had something for which they deserved to be punished.

Christie raked her fingernails along the sorceress' tender cheeks, more teasing/tickling her than scratching her, although every now and then she'd smack her ass hard enough to send it jiggling with a stern shout of "faster, now... and slide another finger in there," or something like that.

Just when she thought the little mage was about to climax, she shouted "Stop!" long enough to pull her up about halfway, such that her ass was still sticking out but her body was bent forward some. "You got me really good with that pinch earlier..." she said in a sultry tone and presenting her erect nipple. "Give it a little suckle... then resume playing with yourself until I say stop... and keep that ass sticking out. You getting all of this..?" she giggled up at the viewing sphere, cradling Raine's head with one arm as she pressed her nipple between her lips...

Raine wanted to scream. She wanted to scream whenever Christie slapped her stinging ass, she wanted to scream every time Christie made her pick up the pace or insert another finger into herself, and more than anything she wanted to scream when Christie ordered her to stop. She had been so close, too...

Raine listened to Christie's orders, blushing with each order she was given. "I am. I'll do all of it." Raine said before obediently wrapping her lips around Christie's erect nipple. The sensitive nub was firm, yet so wonderfully soft. She knew it hadn't been ordered, but Raine couldn't stop herself from giving the Grey Witch's nipple a light flick with her tongue.

Shortly after that, Raine's hand returned to her glistening entrance. Slipping two fingers into her shining lips, Raine began to pleasure herself once more. She had been so close... maybe she could actually climax this time.

Christie arched her back and pushed that breast firmly against her opponent's face, giving a delighted little giggle when she felt her nipple flicked by that tongue. "ooh," she cooed, running fingers through her hair and occasionally gripping a handful of the silky stuff.

"Doing well, little pet, keep going," she whispered, a wicked grin growing on her face. She watched, both Raine's body and the lewd details on the viewing sphere above, just waiting until the girl seemed like she couldn't take anymore.

"Stop," she said suddenly, evenly, matter-of-factly. "You don't -have- to play with yourself anymore," she said, very particularly. "But you don't have to stop," she said, pulling her taut nipple from Raine's lips with a wet 'pop'. Turning to walk away, she kept one eye looking up at the sphere with a knowing grin and a wave over her shoulder to the crowd and to her opponent.

Raine stopped on Christie's command. When she heard the Grey Witch's final words, however, she grit her teeth in anger. Raine was torn between her carnal desire to finish herself off then and there, and the demands of her modesty and dignity to flee the arena at once. This was exactly what Christie had been planning.

"You're a monster." Raine whispered, shakily bringing herself back to a stand. "I'll get vengeance for this."

Unable to bring herself to stop her hand's furious motions, Raine instead ran to the arena gate as she was, busy hand between her legs. All she could hope was that she made it out of sight before her pleasure overwhelmed her.

Just as Raine's foot touched the cool stone of the arena interior, she could hold back no longer. Arching her head back, Raine cried out in unbridled pleasure as her orgasm tore through her. The naked sorceress fell to her knees, her energy spent.

"The Grey Witch will pay." Raine whispered. "She will pay."

The fight had been close, closer than Raine's first fight. She may have lost this time, but the next time she faced the Grey Witch, things would be different. She'd know what to expect. She'd be ready.