Ash and Christie vs Omarah and Mavlee

"Iron" Ashley stood in tall black leather boots and surveyed the arena. Her heart pounded gently in her chest. A cool breeze wafted across her bottom, threatening to lift the skirt the arena managers had forced her to wear -- the latest in their repeated attempts to humiliate her before she even entered the arena.

She had fought the makeup crew that had seen to her at first, until Aloysius reminded her of the money she stood to gain if she and her partner won this match. They'd overdone it, of course, making her up way more girly than she'd like: bright red lipstick, eye shadow, and a dash of rouge on the cheeks. Her short black hair was styled into a fashionable, feathery pixie look.

Ash glanced down at her attire and supposed it might be appropriate for a courtesan as well. The billowy, dark blue skirt barely covered her tight buttocks, with each flutter of wind showing glimpses of the skimpy white undergarments. Suspenders held the loose skirt up over a button-down, sleeveless white shirt that squeezed her chest at several-sizes-too-small. A black bra shone through her top.

"Let's do this! Where's my partner?" Ash shouted out as she raised her trusty broadsword towards the crowd in an attempt to get them hyped.

The crowd cheered in response as a vortex of sand rose near Ash in the trademark entrance of the Grey Witch. The roars of the audience heightened as the shapely blond materialized in the small, gritty tornado, dragging the claws on her bracers across one another quickly, twice, as if to test their sharpness. Christie grinned up at the crowds and waved once, blowing a kiss to one of her fans and winking up at another.

"Aye, lets do this, blacksmith," Christie said, shooting a smug look at Ashley.

"Hey," she responded, trying not to sound nervous in the presence of the arena vet.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Christie continued cockily. "Keep your panties on, and I'll make sure we win this..."

((Ash - https://enferiaadventures.forumotion.com/t49-iron-ash-the-spellsword
Christie - https://enferiaadventures.forumotion.com/t8-character-christie-the-grey-witch ))

“Presenting the challengers: two exotic new fighters, Omarah the acrobat and Mavlee the mage!” The announcer crowed. Two doors opened on the far side of the arena. First Omarah emerged in a series of backflips. Moving like a whirlwind she flipped head over heels repeatedly, ending in a midair splits that got a standing ovation. She landed calmly, posing and straightening her hat.

From the other opening, a short red head emerges awakdly after her companion’s display. She was walked out nervously, staff in hand. Omarah was not impressed.

“So are you a real wizard, or one of those phones tricksters?” Omarah asked.

“I guess you’ll find out. Mavlee said, annoyed at the accusation. They waited for their opponents to make a move...

https://enferiaadventures.forumotion.com/t223-omarah-kotashi-the-rogue#5556

https://enferiaadventures.forumotion.com/t222-mavlee-the-elven-hexer

“BEGIN!” Aloysius bellowed, and the combatants flew into action.  As they dashed towards their foes, Christie spoke quietly.

“You get the mage; I’ll get the acrobat,” she mused to Ash, who nodded.

Ashley’s broadsword swept out to her side, and as she ran she prepared her first attack — a little feint if you will.  Lightning began to visibly crackle along the steel, drawing “oooh”s from the crowd.  The real magic was rumbling deep within, though — channeled earth magic ran through the blade and shot into the ground, building up pressure. Before she reached within ten feet of the mage, Ash jammed the tip of the broadsword into the ground...

As Mavlee prepared for Ash’s lightning attack, she felt a steady rumble beneath her feet in the sand.  Several jutting spikes of earth (extremely dense sand, really) suddenly, violently shot up around the mage at various angles. If she reacted poorly, her outer layer would be shredded.

((14 vs... an article of your choice))

Christie smirked as she felt Ashley’s magical energies building up, and felt invigorated herself.

“You’re a show-off, I can tell!” She shouted towards the acrobat.  “Let me help you with the showing!”

Christie’s hands splayed open at her sides in a threatening magical gesture.  Seeing that her opponent was especially nimble, the witch whipped up a spell that would limit her effectiveness...

A wide, powerful gust of wind began to kick up around Omarah in a circle at her feet.  Within the blink of an eye, a tall, thrashing cyclone of sand build up around her and attempted to take her off her feet (and a piece of clothing off of her body!)

The witch clenched a fist, signaling the constriction of the sand-laden winds around the acrobat...

((17 vs outer layer))

(12) Omarah was looking at her opponent when the surprising gust of wind sent her in a spiral. She barely kept her footing as her hat was whipped off, her hair sent wild. A moment later her white tunic was ripped clear off her, revealing the black loose fitting and nearly sheer tank top she wore as an undershirt. Her curly hair blew in her face as she balked at the loss of her shirt. Darting an accusing eye forward, she glared at Christie. Darting into a smooth run sideways she hurled her two knives, aiming at the grey witch's shoulder straps (16).

Meanwhile, the spikes of sand thrust out at Mavlee. (12) She flinched, barely getting her hands up as the spikes lifted the skirts of her robe, tearing it off at her waist. Pink bloomers were revealed on Mavlee's short, pale legs as she gasped. Blushing a bit, she tried to attack back.

Mavlee waved her staff. Nothing visibly happened, but she felt luck and probability shifting. She knew she'd successfully giving her opponent bad luck, which would hopefully keep her safe and her enemy bumbling for a few moments (Critical success, you get a will save every turn, but you have to beat a 19 or else roll twice and take the worse for d4 rounds. I rolled a 3 so three rounds, or until you beat the save).

((Christie critically defends against the blades!))

The Grey Witch smirked as she watched her opponent work. The wind created quite a spectacle of sand and debris as the acrobat dashed at her. The wind was still under her control, and she easily manipulated the knives along the air currents. Before they'd gone ten feet, the wind was whipping them back at Omarah.

((19 against Omarah's outer bottoms))

Meanwhile, the blacksmith's daughter was cringing at the way all her makeup felt in the sun.
Damned arena. She narrowed her kohl-lined eyes suspiciously at Mavlee as the redhead waved her staff. Nothing happened. The smith didn't consider herself lucky enough to think her opponent's spell simply hadn't gone off. Still, she couldn't wait around to see what was going to happen... Her athletic body sprung into action, to close the distance.

((I went to roll twice and take the lower one, but the first roll was a critical failure xD ))

As Ashley raised her sword and gave a battle cry, she realized one of the constraints of her silly little costume. The suspenders keeping her loose skirt up were doing there job a little too well once she kept running like she had been. The two bands of stretchy material tugged up with each quaking of her athletic buttocks, and before long the billowy skirt had ridden up past her navel.

Ashley almost looked bottomless -- a tiny thong sparkled briefly in the sun as the wind lifted her skirt. It gripped her mound tightly as it glittered with tiny stones and sparkling, colored dust that depicted a unicorn in profile. Her full, tight ass flexed on the viewing sphere above as she ran and her skirt uselessly fluttered. Mavlee easily avoided the distracted Ashley, who stopped to sheepishly adjust her skirt.

((Ash's will save... she needs to roll a '10' and does not))

(18! So close)
Omarah did a sumersault as her own knives flew back at her. She spun in the air, but the knives still grazed her waist in the air. She landed just in time to watch her black leather pants fall from her body. This revealed her tan, muscular but still marbled with healthy fat legs. Where they met her high cut black panties showed.

Omarah blushed, feeling burning shame. Her legs were revealed! She wished desperratly to cover her panties, but was in the middle of a fight. Her knife belt had fallen off so she scooped up the daggers that had taken her pants and did a handspring at the Grey With, slashing down from above as she flipped over her head! (Critical success!)

Mavlee smiled at Ashley's ugly panties. She knew her spell was in full effect. Now it was time for a more potnent, if riskier spell. Mavlee was going to cause a severe accident to happen to Ashley. Sure, there was a slight chance it would backfire, but it's not like SHE was the unlucky one... right? (Critical failure!)

Mavlee raised her staff, swinging it in a spiral as she moved in the incantation semantic components, stepping and swaying her arms... and then she tripped! The top half of her robe flipped over her head. Knowing her pantie clad butt was pointed straight up and hearing the crowd's laughter she scrambled up... but her robe rolled over her head, revealing her corset over her hot pink bra!

Poor smith, the Grey Witch thought for a moment as she quietly took note of the hex. Not a bad idea from our little opponent, though…

Christie stood arms akimbo as she watched the aerial stunts of Omarah. A quiet whistle came from her pursed lips as her gold-grey eyes followed the acrobat. Impressive, she thought. And fast! came her second thought, as she watched her opponent quickly recover and send another attack flying at her.

((12))

The Grey Witch moved faster than most would expect for a ‘mere’ magician – a cloud of sand kicked up around them as she tried to move out of the way... But this was just too fast..! Christie grunted and flung her body back as she felt the tickle of steel running down her front. The telltale “shrrriiip” of flimsy fabric ripping followed. When the dust settled, Christie was pointing her dangerous-looking silvery claws at Omarah in a defensive posture. There was no sign of her dress, which must now lay in tatters somewhere in the silt.

Christie huffed once and tossed her lustrous blond curls back over her bare shoulders. The slice had removed her dress entirely, and she sported an immaculate, lacy white thong and bra beneath that bit into her toned curves. The witch didn’t seem uncomfortable, except for a flush of red about her face.

“A lucky hit..! Try that again!” she hissed, as she began to trace arcane sigils and signs in the air with her fingers. A few glowing gold runes began to form before her. “Don’t look too closely, now…” she said to the audience cryptically.

Omarah couldn’t help but get a glance at the strange sigil floating a few feet off the ground. In mid stride, she felt a strange weariness and an unfamiliar, alien quality in her limbs. Attempting to take a step, she nearly fell backwards..!

((16 to affect Omarah’s limbs with a clumsiness debuff. We’ll say the rules work similarly to Mavlee’s hex? If Omarah resists it doesn’t affect her at all (and she recovers immediately), but if she fails she’ll have ‘disadvantage’ in the same way Ash does for 1d4 (rolled a ‘4’) rounds. Sound good?))

Ashley was pretty busy, and only vaguely aware of Christie’s battle at this point. Feeling a bit… off… she decided to stick to the basics. With a little chuckle of “nice butt!” she charged again and attempted to take advantage of her opponent’s stumble. She aimed her sword at the back of Mavlee’s corset and attempted to slide it beneath the laces. When she yanked away, Mavlee’s goods would come popping right out.

((2 and 3 for the base rolls... so it's a '10'))

(Good call on this attack, Omarh's wisdom is only a 2, so her save is a 9)

Omarah grinned as Christie waved her hands, but nothing visibly happened. She guessed the mage was trying to intimidate her, pretending to evoke magic but really just waving her hands around. She always felt magic was half fakery anyways. So, taking her time, Omarah did a somersault, planning to come down in an arch with her knife and slash Christie's bra!

(19 and 17 on the attack, so 17)

Mavlee felt Ashley's sword touch her back. Squealing, she flinched away and rolled over. Throwing off her robe which blinded and bound her, she grabbed her staff off the ground and quickly waved it from the ground. She cast a defensive hex, hoping to make her opponent miss her next attack and keep herself safe so maybe the Rogue could help her! (Critical failure! Let's say you get good luck. Roll twice and take the better on your next attack instead.)

((16, so close..!))

Christie's eyes narrowed as she tried to dash back from the slash, but Omarah's natural agility won out, even through the clumsiness. Her bra popped neatly in the middle and her fabulous, perky tits jiggled freely for a moment as she staggered. Her dark pink nipples seemed almost happy to be free and were already a touch stiff. Christie's face reddened with rage, but she said nothing.

"You have talent, acrobat, I'll give you that. But how much punishment can you take..?" she purred, pointing her razor-like claws at her opponent. A slow, deep rumble came up from below the earth as the Grey Witch channeled her fearsome power. Dust began to kick up. A single, ominous-sounding magical syllable escaped her lips.

((Christie begins channeling this round and will make multiple attacks on her following turn))

Ashley glanced over at Christie briefly, awed at being so close to such power. Nevertheless, she had to press her advantage over Mavlee..!

"Binding of earth..!" she shouted, spinning her sword around in a deadly-looking arc before dramatically jabbing it into the sand again, this time with both hands.

"Oooh!" Aloysius giggled over the cheers and awed noises of the audience. "Seems like Iron Ash has taken to calling out the names of her attacks! Let's see if her skills have been progressing along with her pageantry..."

Ashley ignored the quip as she churned her hands around the hilt of her blade in an attempt to focus her magical strengths. Her cheeks burned angrily beneath the powdery makeup on her adorable face, but even if the announcer was mocking a trick her dad had tried to teach her when he was in good health, she wouldn't lose her cool. She took a single breath.

Massive arms of earth began to worm out of the sand and grab at Mavlee. They groped and squeezed, one incidentally taking a handful of the redhead's teat and massaging it in an attempt to pin her. Mavlee squealed in reflex as she fought with the binding arms...

((critical fail..! and 15... whew. I'll let you decide randomly whether the arms rip off an article of clothing or bind her there, if they hit. Ash rolls high again (a natural '8') but doesn't shake off the hex. Btw... can we do a clothing check?

Ashley: still fully dressed but having skirt problems... (right?)
Christie: Has a thong and, we'll say, either her bracers or her sandals will count as an article so she has 5? ))

(Omarah has her shirt, shin guards and underwear. So three.
Mavlee is down to her underwear and corset. 3 as well. We should do a clothing item listing to start the match from now on!)

(are you still rolling twice and taking the worse?)
Mavlee was bound tight unable to move our cast. she also couldn't cover up her little pale body, held aloft by the arms of earth and sand for all to see as she wriggled under the crushing pressure.

"Help!" She squealed rather desperately. Omarah glanced over. The mage she fought was once more waving her hands around. Omarah decided to help out her ally. She threw her off hand dagger at Ashley, planning to distract and disrobe at once! (14 and 16, so 14)

((i think Ash has 1 more round of rolling twice and taking the worst. Last round I rolled with 'advantage' at your suggestion due to Mavlee's critical failure on her hex... maybe I messed up? Btw, I'm still under the weather with a bad chest/head cold so I apologize in advance for grammar or logic errors haha))

((Ash rolls a 15 and an 11 on defense))

Ashley flinched and brought her sword up in an instant, sheer reflexes taking over as her senses picked up the flying blade.

"Ah!" she shouted in alarm as the metal clanged against metal. She successfully deflected the dagger, but... when the blade went flying, it managed to nick both of her suspender straps. Her skirt hung low around her muscled thighs for a minute, before she let it fall entirely to the ground with a light 'fwhump'. Her face burned red as the audience laughed, trying to get a better look at the mythical creature embroidered on it with tiny stones and glitter.

Glancing between Mavlee and Omarah, and again at Christie, she decided to let the Grey Witch keep doing her thing. Maybe she could keep Mavlee locked down, or take her out entirely..!

With the arms still doing their work, Ashley decided, on an impulse to apply a bit more brute force. She reached down and grabbed onto Mavlee's corset with both hands, grunting and yanking it away, hard. If she'd weakened it earlier, the threads should pop right free...

((17 and 14 for Ash's attack against the corset, iirc this is the last round she'll have the curse on her))

Meanwhile, Christie was drumming up a dramatic show of force. More eyes made their way onto the witch as she hovered a few feet off the ground, air churning around her and making her hair whip. Her eyes, with those strange, gold-grey irises, began to glow a fierce, ember-orange. When she opened her lips again to chant, the deep, echoing sound echoed through the arena.

The magic erupted. It began as a single explosion -- an oak-sized column of lava-like sand erupted from under Omarah's feet, and every three seconds after another would follow. People began to shout in alarm as the magma spiraled into the sky, splashing out and evaporating against the protective, invisible dome that surrounded the pit. The brutal series of attacks threatened to knock Omarah back and forth between each blast like a cat playing with its food...

((Christie's focused magic attack targets Omarah twice, but also targets Mavlee once and Ashley once..!))

vs Omarah - 17 and 17
vs Mavlee - 18
vs Ash - 15

((she actually hit Ashley successfully; if you want to describe the lava knocking an article of her clothing off, that'd be fine. Otherwise, I'll do it on my next turn..?
Christie: still in a thong and her bracers
Ashley: has a shirt, bra, thong, and her boots, minus whichever one Christie just hit))

(8 and 8, so Mavlee struggled desperatly. Her short limbs flailed as she batted at Ash and clutched to her corset alternatingly. Still, Ash was standing aboove her, bigger and far stronger. She ripped the weakened corset clean off Mavlee, revealing the rest of her pale skinned torso. All she had now was her underwear! Her hot pink underwear shown on her pale skin as she kicked wildly at Ash.

Omarah was amazed, horrifed and shocked as Christe unleashed an wave of incredible real magic. The ground grew hot, burning off her shoes as it moved like liquid. Anyone less nimble then Omarah would have fallen prone. As it was she struggled to keep her balance, bobbing wildly. Then a fountain of Magma blasted from under her feet!

(critical success!) Omarh managed to do a back flip, landing nimbly. her shin guards and footwear were gone, but the rest of her clothes intact. She looked up just as more lava fell. She dove, dodging a spout aimed just where she had been. Her hat fell from her head. A splash of lava caught her shirt, which she was forced to rip the buttons off of and tear from her body as she stumbled to her feet, revealing a small sheer undershirt which covered her from her small breasts to her navel. THat was all she wore on top.

"Alright magic wench, that's about enough out of you!" Omarah said in a hoarse voice. She charged over wildly, diving at Christie. She tried to grab her in a forceful bear hug, tear at her clothes and try to make it harder for her to cast more spells! (critical failure! Ain't that always the way...)

Malvee screamed as she saw lava rain down from behind Christe. She rolled away wildly, trying to get clear. (11 and 9, so 9. I think she has one or two more rounds of bad rolls, but may be out by the end anyways.) The lava fell straight on her sternum, right between her bra cups. It's heat split the bra instantly, revealing two perky pale breats, nipples standing erect off the soft C cup mounds. She squealed, throwing off the burning bra in fear.

Meanwhile Ash fared no better. The lava hit feet, scorching off her boots. She did a wild, flailing dance as she kicked off her shoes squealing. Malvee saw an opening. She dove forward to rip Ashley's shirt over her head! (11 and 10, so 10)

(Malvee is down to just her panties. Omarah is doing okay in undershirt and panties.)

((Sorry for the long wait. Working sucks. Work has sucked lately. I wouldn't recommend doing it if you can at all avoid it. Working, that is. xD ))

Ashley reacted out of fighter's instinct, ducking at the last second to try and go under Mavlee's hasty attack.

((critical fail! these rolls tho!))

Ashley succeeded in getting just low enough to facilitate Mavlee's removal of her top. The redhead smoothly whisked the button-down shirt off of the blacksmith with little more than the rapid 'pop-pop-pop' of her buttons as she flew overhead.

"Damn!" Ashley cursed, glancing at Mavlee, then herself, realizing what had just happened. The flimsy thing had ripped right off of her arms, leaving her in a lacy, elaborate black bra that pushed up and presented her modest breasts. She blinked, agape, actually stunned at her own clumsiness and ineptitude this match...

((Ash will recover for a round due to her critical failure. She will have shaken off the curse... (and it didn't come up this round if it was still supposed to be active -- her first roll was a '1'!)))

Christie let out a triumphant, haughty cackle as Omarah charged her. The Grey Witch let the ever-present magic course into her limbs in response to the acrobat's assault, and when she dashed around behind her to avoid Omarah's attack, it was lightning-fast. Omarah heard the high-pitched "shing!" of Christie's claw bracers scraping together before the witch slashed down at her shirt from behind...

(( 13 against Omarah's shirt!
Christie: still in a thong and her bracers
Ashley: has a bra and thong))

Mavlee grinned. She was actually winning! Swirling her staff, she began her powerful, though risky hex which always seemed to cause someone's clothes to fall off. She just prayed it would actually affect Ash, it's intended target and not her! She closed her eyes in fear as she completed the incantation...
(18 and 12, so 12...)

Omarah, seeing that attack coming, tried to twist clear of it (natural one!). Unfortunately, she was just too slow, her feet crossing awkwardly as she tried to lunge, sticking her in place just long enough for both claw bracers to slash up her body. The first cut across, shredding her undershirt. The second tore her chest wrap, the fabric strip she used to keep her small breasts from shaking or interfering with her acrobatics. It tore free, revealing the entirety of her bare torso! Her brownish nipples jutted out off her small, bouncing excitedly breasts. She was topless!

The two bracers had scraped roughly over each of her nipples. Even wiht the magic protections of the arena, Omarah howled in pain as her sensitive nipples were roughly stroked. She desperately wanted to cover and rub the poor things, but was in the middle of a fight! She slashed back with her daggers, trying to cut off those damn claw bracers!

(18 to hit. for her fumble, she lost two clothing items, but is still attacking if that's cool.)
(Omarah and Mavlee are both in just their panties!)

((gaaah! I lost a 5-6 paragraph post! I'll do my best to replicate it -- I remember my rolls well enough, at least...))

Christie's heart raced with exhilaration as she felt her steel rake across Omarah's toned, lithe body. It positively thrilled her; she shivered as the cloth peeled away with a flourish. She kept moving, pirouetting around the acrobat rather gracefully, reaching up as Omarah wobbled and nearly fell over. Christie tweaked both of her opponent's nipples between her fingertips, giggling lightly.

((Christie rolls an 11 on defense))

Omarah was holding her own; the slashing knives whipped up and surgically sliced off the intricate strings and ties that kept Christie's rarely-used material weapons in place. Christie's grin never broke as she tried to keep pace with the more skilled melee combatant... but before long Christie let the straps come loose entirely, and she flung the leather-and-steel accessory up into her opponent's face as a momentary distraction.

"Hard fought loss, tart," she taunted quietly as she brusquely reached down to grab the front waistband of Omarah's undergarments. Her other hand came up and seemed to 'release' energy aimed at the acrobat's abdomen in the simple gesture of what could be her last spell of the match...

The blast of force was massive, and blunt. If Omarah didn't wiggle her way out of this one, somehow, she'd be blasted several dozen feet back, onto her ass... in a puddle of still-cooling magma. Her panties would stay in Christie's hand, however, making for a rather humiliating defeat..!

((Christie gets an 18 against Omarah))

Ashley's face burned red in embarrassment and frustration as she felt a strange tingling sensation wash over her. Was this more magic..? She swung her broadsword about in a defensive gesture, considering the application of some glyphs and wards...

((Ash rolls a 13 on defense))

The smith's eyes closed in focus, and she held up a single palm, outward, as she whispered a short spell that would provide her some protection against minor harmful magic. It wasn't much, she just needed it to keep her in clothing a bit more.

She glanced down at those hideous panties with a furrowed brow, only vaguely thankful she still had them. The unicorn seemed to taunt her, sparkling in the sun. Deciding that it might be best to end this before any more magic hit her (she'd have to have words with Christie about earlier), Ashley let out a quiet exhalation as she reached back with her sword arm. Whispering fervently, the smith conjured up some enchanted winds -- tiny spirits of air ate up the magic and began to circulate about her blade.

With a mighty swing, Ashley flung her sword in a dramatic arc at Mavlee. The blade spun unnaturally in midair as it made its way in a dangerously whirring horizontal disc at the mage. The powerful attack kicked up dust and sand as the broadsword hummed a foot or two off the ground before gliding up at the redhead's final garment...

((Ash rolls a... critical hit X_X ))

Omarah felt the hand on the hem of her panties, her last undergarment. She met Christie’s wicked gaze with a wide eye look of horror. No no no no no! If she lost those she’d be naked in front of all these people! Her hands flew down to secure her panties as she moved to twist clear...
(15)
Unfortunately, Christie was just to fast. The blast nailed her right below the belly button. Her panties tore free as she flew back, ass first into the magma! The arena protected her from certain death, but could not stop the incredible heat she felt from her backside!
“Owwww! She howled, bare limbs flailing as she sat, butt smoldering. Flying to her feet she rubber her butt, jumping and twitching in pain like a nude mad woman!

Ashley’s strike cut the dirt, sending a sandy blast into Mavlee’s face. She closed her eyes to block the grit. When she opened them things felt different. (17). She looked down. Her panties had been cut away! She was naked! Her bright red muff showed between her pale thighs. She screamed, covering herself in shame... they had lost!

((what a fun match..! Christie is a bit overpowered, as expected... but she needed a more recent win under her belt anyways! now for the real fun, bwahahaha...))

Christie's bosom heaved slowly as she observed Ashley's handiwork. Her twirling broadsword had stopped suddenly, and dramatically, as it finally stuck in the sand, hilt-up, and shuddering from the force of her throw. Mavlee was shaking and totally nude -- the smith's daughter had done her part. The Grey Witch's pearly whites gently clamped down on her lower lip as she stared at the naked girl. Mavlee could feel the mysterious creature's gaze drinking in the sight of her... that gaze lingered uncomfortably on her scarlet bush.

Ashley was outright panting from the exertion of the match, which seemed much closer to her than it did to Christie. She glanced down. Whew, still sort of dressed. With a heavy sigh she scooped up the remnants of the ridiculously tight, white button-down top she'd lost earlier and pulled it onto her arms in an attempt to restore some modesty. The buttons were gone, so when she wasn't actively holding it shut in the front, it was flapping in the breeze and threatening to show off her lacy black bra.

The young smith stole a glance at Omarah. She found herself biting her plump lower lip, much like her teammate. What a body! she thought, trying not to stare too hard.

Aloysius, and the crowd, were cheering merrily and clapping.

"What a show!" the announcer cried. "The Grey Witch and 'Iron' Ash are the winners!" he chortled, rubbing his hands together as he leaned his round belly against the railing.

"Let's see what the victors have in store..." he mused as Ashley and Christie exchanged a look and slowly approached each other.

"What have we in store for them?" Ashley asked casually.

"No ideas, smith? No special punishment for those who dared oppose you?" Christie giggled.

"Nah, not really my thing. They fought well. Or, well, at least, I think they did," she said, quirking a brow and wondering what exactly had Mavlee done that match. "I see you're mostly naked, after all," Ash said, blinking and staring at Christie's tits. Christie smirked.

"Well, I suppose I can save my most sadistic of punishments, in that case," Christie frowned, bringing a single digit to her lips. "Something fitting the nature of our opponents, then?"

"Ah, sure, whatever that means," Ashley said quietly, suppressing a roll of her eyes as she took a few steps away from the witch. If she had any cross words about the stray magma, they would have to wait.

"I've got it!" Christie shouted out, and the crowd quieted a bit. "You two, come," she barked, snapping her fingers and pointing to the sand in front of her.

"Stand here. Hands on the back of your heads, and stick your asses out behind you..." she said with a pause, letting the command sink in slowly as the crowd murmured theories about what would come next. "And do it now, before I decide to give you the punishment I originally had in mind for you..!" she added dangerously.

Omarah and Mavlee looked at each other, begging for the courage to say no in each other's eyes. Neither of them could though. Mournfully, both slowly began prying their hands off their privates and moving them to the back of their heads. Omarah was mortified. No one had EVER seen her naked, not since her youth in the academy. Even then the other girls were cruel and cutthroat, full of cutting remarks and insults. She had such a low self image, she felt certain her body was just being mocked and ridiculed as she revealed it. Her butt still burned fiercely as she pushed it back, poking it out to the eager viewfinder.

Mavlee just hung her head. She was no stranger to humiliation, but this was the most extreme and public one yet! She stared down at her naked pale body, perky breasts and fire red pubes, wishing something would cover her...

Both women stood nude, red cheeked, hands on their heads and asses out. They awaited their punishment with horrified anticipation...

Nice!

beautiful and perfect as usual from you master !^^

(These are so good! I hope cerindclvr finishes his forfeit so we can see how this wraps up!)

(I'm waiting for you on the fight between Manila and Zenzi^^)