Ash and Christie vs Omarah and Mavlee

((apologies again for da wait!  Busy workweek and weekend
friggin amazing pictures, btw, Myds -- looking reaaaal good..! ))

Christie surveyed the pair of girls trembling like leaves in the wind and licked her lips.  She opened her mouth to speak but Ashley cut her off.

"I'll say my part of the forfeit first.  I think you should both get off pretty light, seeing as we're half-naked and ye fought well..." she said casually and matter-of-factly, spitting to the side with a quick flick of her head.

"But she's not gonna be so merciful," she said, tossing her head towards the Grey Witch.  Christie smirked and nodded once.

"So, why don't you two lovely lasses get warmed up by making out.  I mean kiss.  Deeply, and long.  Grab each other's rear's," she laughed and rolled her eyes.  "And don't do it with half a heart, or I may change my mind, eh?"

Christie folded her arms and leaned on one leg.  Her brow quirked.

"That's it..?" she chuckled.

"Yeah," Ash said flatly.  "And before you go emptying all of your venom into these poor rooks, consider that you've got some, ah, recent grudges to repay."

Christie's face burned a deep, angry red for a moment. She closed her eyes and took a breath, finally smirking again.

"Fine.  It's still going to be bad when it's my turn though.  They did come a little too close to beating us... got to teach them something," she said with a shrug.

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

I'll see what I can do. I've been really busy lately, and these new characters were a great way to get back into doing this stuff.

It was not for you Master Myds6... It was for Splotch, I'm waiting for his post....

That’s right that one stalled. I’ll add tonight.

Mavlee and Omarah looked at each other shyly. Kiss each other... like they mean it? That would be weird enough, but naked in front of thousands? Yet, they each knew they had no choice. Dragging the moment out as long as they could they turned to face each other.

"It's not... like... real you know?" Omarah said. "Their making us do it, that's all."

"Right, right." Mavlee said, biting her lip. They locked eyes. Then taking a step inwards they drew into a kiss. Both pried their hands off their fronts and reached around, cupping the others rear awkwardly while the crowd went wild.

They kissed, but they were really just pressing lips together.

"I said like you mean it, with passion!" Ash commanded. So they opened their mouths, and tentatively meant tongues. The bare torsos rubbed together as the viewfinder swung around them excitedly. Both found the suprise thrill making them actually caress each other's buttocks instead of awkwardly place their hands upon them.

Mavlee was far more stirred though. She thrust her leg out, wrapping it around Omarah. Her hand gripping Omarah's butt pushed it in, pressing their crotches together. Her free hand snaked up, cupping Omarah's breast and teasing the nipple.

The kiss went on for over a minute. The crowd eagerly noted Omarah, who seemed the stiffer of the two, seemed to be thrusting her hips inwards as they made out. Finally, She pushed away from Mavlee.

"What was that!" She exclaimed.

"Oh. Uh, sorry, got carried away." Mavlee blushed for a new reason, being so forward. Omarah was shocked, but also shocked to find her nipples were rock hard, and her crotch tingling and a little damp...

Ashley wolf-whistled, and Christie clapped, both laughing and cheering along with the crowd in approval.

"Not bad!" Ash chuckled. "That's it, for me. Christie..?" she asked, looking over towards her partner. The Grey Witch was watching with one finger pressed to her lips, now.

"All right!" Christie said suddenly, clapping her hands together once. "That was acceptable; now it's my turn," she said with a wicked grin.

"Your penalty from me is pretty simple. Climb up one of those ladders and into the crowd..." she gestured towards a few rope ladders which the guards lowered on cue. "And pick out the prettiest volunteer you can. Volunteers for a bit of sexy fun, throw up a hand, please..?" she requested, loudly, towards the crowd. A few hands shot up immediately, while several dozen more slowly followed.

"Find a volunteer you approve of, and sit on her face until you come. When you've covered her face in your own fluids... then you can leave..! Simple as that. Not too bad, hmm?"

When Christie finished outlining her forfeit to the two losers, some of the volunteers lowered their hands... and a few women who had their hands down raised them. Some of Enferia's lustier bachelorettes were shouting and whistling, waving arms wildly trying to get attention.

"I'll eat your pussy, Omarah!" the acrobat heard from the sea of voices. "Sit of my face, Mavlee!" another shouted enthusiastically. Christie smirked quietly and looked around at the crowd.

"Ha, and I was worried we'd have a shortage of participants...! Well then, climb on up, make your way through the crowd, and pick someone..! Just watch for roaming hands while you're up there," Christie mused, shooting a wink up at the crowd when she gave her subtle suggestion.

Omarah balked.

"You can't mean it!" She yelled to Christie.

"Oh, are you arguing?" Christie asked. "Perhaps you'd like your ass beat red in addition to sitting on some stranger's face?"

Omarah's jaw dropped. A spanking! She wouldn't! But, Christie took a step forwad, about to do just that. So, covering and blushing she scrambled away, causing Christie and Ash to laugh at her weakness. Face bright red, she went into the crowd. Mavlee was beside her, utterly lost, but strangely excited.

They climbed the ladder, joining the audience. People flooded from their seats, pressed against them. They grimaced as they felt hands grope, fondle and goose them from all sides.

"This one's wet!" A man called, holding up his glistening hand as Mavlee blushed and pushed away from him, ashamed how right he was.

"Watch that ass jiggle!" A woman laughed, poking Omarah's butt and wataching with glee as it shook.

Then, they found the pair that had called them. Two women, laying eagerly on their backs in readiness.

"Hello Omarah," one, a tall skinny brunette said. "I work in the brothels, and will guarantee you pleasure like you've never felt! My tongue works magic!"

"Hello Mavlee," The other, a heavier black woman said from her prone position. "I think you're just my type, and it's obvious you need some pleasure!"

Everyone cheered as the pair straddled the women's faces, moving with pained reluctance as they lowered their bare crotches towards the pair of eager mouths...

The two losers stood before their new prospective lovers.  The skinny brunette gestured with a hooked finger, beckoning Omarah, and the heavier woman teasingly flicked her tongue out of her mouth at Mavlee as they took their positions over their faces.

Omarah squatted her toned frame over the brunette, whose breath she could feel wafting against her nethers.  Not being able to bring herself to look down at the prostitute, she cringed as she felt a teasing lick along her inner thigh where the sensitive skin met her crotch.  She shivered as the woman's fingers teased along her slit, followed by more feathery licks.  A sudden sucking, brief and quick, from the brunette's wet mouth against her labia.  Her thighs trembled, people catcalled and laughed and shouted lewd things.

"Yeah! Suck her pussy! Make her like it..!" came a random bawdy cry.

Finally, the woman below Omarah pressed her face against the acrobat's crotch and slowwwly wiggled her tongue inside of her moist folds.

The redhead was immediately surprised at the enthusiasm from her new partner.  She didn't start slowly at all.  Mavlee glanced down, her heart racing, to see the tan brown hands slip up around her thighs.  She already felt so vulnerable with her thighs spread over this woman's face, but feeling herself get clenched and pulled in showed her how much control the other woman now had over her.  The thicker woman's eager face pressed up against Mavlee's snatch, pulling her tightly there for less than a second as she took a slow inhale of her scent. Chuckling to herself as she breathed Mavlee in, her sloppy tongue suddenly slapped back and forth against the little nub of her clit.  Mavlee's eyes went wide and she gasped, as the woman's plump body beneath her quivered and shook with the force of her movements.  A pleased "Mmmmhmmm!" emanated from the woman's open mouth as it it formed an almost fish-like puckering seal against her sensitive little button.  The humming vibrations threatened to drive Mavlee wild from overstimulation as the enthusiastic woman slurped on her clit and rubbed her face against the readhead's pussy.

The crowd watched eagerly as the pair on their backs went to work on Mavlee and Omarah's crotch, slurping and licking away. BOth their bodies shown with sweat, glistening under the llight. Mavlee, unused to holding herself in such a position, was quivering with exertion and pleasure.

As the pair's breath picked up, people began betting. Who would come first? Most were betting on the obvious one: Mavlee. She was obviously lustful and unable to restrain her urges. She was stroking her breasts and moaning mindlessly.

Then, almost from nowhere the damn's broke for Omarah. She came in a quick explsion and intense pleasure racking her body. She spasmed wildly, calling like a wild animal.

"Ooh get me off bitch!" Omarah demanded, no longer in control. "Look at my chubby body and little tits! I'm bad spank me oh boy!"

The crowd stared in amazement as OMarah collapsed in pleasure, the almost as a second thought, Mavlee came as well, flopping wildly before falling prone beside Omarah.

Christie's eyes widened in subtle surprise at the proceedings.

The courtesan's tongue was all too skilled for Omarah.  She felt it teasing and satisfying her nethers in ways she'd never experienced.  The prostitute's attention to her folds, the way she use feathery licks to stimulate her little button... the acrobat even felt the woman's tongue caressing and invading her most intimate place right before she climaxed!

"She loves it!" someone exclaimed, amazed.

The heavier woman was far more aggressive and kept Mavlee 'pinned' to her face with her meaty hands.  The redhead felt her fluids trickling out, despite herself, as readily as she could feel hundreds, if not more, eyes on her pale body.  The sensations were overwhelming to say the least, and Mavlee felt her tits shaking as her body was wracked with pleasure.

"Let us taste the sluts!" a crude voice croaked.

The duo's screams of orgasmic ecstasy were drowned out with the crowd's jeers.  Aloysius was making some wry quip about how quickly the two would be back in the arena after that kind of treatment.  Even Ashley was watching with a faint look of satisfaction, arms folded. Christie stared at the viewing screen, nonplussed and apparently still a bit underwhelmed at her own forfeit.

Omarah and Mavlee lay on their backs, still twitching with sensation, spread eagle.  Mavlee was the first to note their still-exposed state -- she felt hands around her ankles, holding them apart.  Some eager volunteers were holding Mavlee's feet and checking out her crotch.  The large brown-skinned woman was standing now, chuckling with approval at the strangers spreading Mavlee's legs and wiping her glazed face.  She walked off, commenting loudly on Mavlee's "sweetness."

Omarah, meanwhile, felt the courtesan's hands on her as well... not between her thighs, but pressed down on her wrists.  She... she was holding her against the ground..?

The swarm around Omarah and Mavlee was getting... restless.  Guards in the background who had been watching began to grow tense, sensing something was about to go awry, ordering people back and even shoving a few away with the hafts of their weapons.

"Alright now, we appreciate your enthusiasm, Enferians, always... but-" he stammered slightly.  Being a veteran announcer, he knew the crowd well, and had seen some things in his time... and those who came to the arena often enough would recognize a hint of anxiety in his voice.  He attempted to speak louder over the growing din.

"But give the- give the girls some room to breathe, eh? We'll need them in another match," he attempted with a half-chuckle.

Nearer to the scene, a scruffy, slender waif of a girl with wiry limbs weaseled her way through the throng.  The waif licked her lips once and smoothed back the bangs of her short hair. She dove between Omarah's spread legs suddenly, holding her thighs open.

"I should have a chance, too!" she squeaked, pressing her sooty face against Omarah's spread cunny and sticking her tongue in.  The rude sensation was abrupt and pleasurable, in a jarring way, as Omarah looked down to see some lithe pickpocket taking advantage of her.

When people saw this, Mavlee's heart nearly jumped out of her chest, for she knew she was next.  With the audience members holding her legs in a spread eagle position, it was easy enough for two, three strangers to wedge themselves right up against her crotch.  She couldn't even see the tongues that began to lick along her thighs, buttocks, and splayed pussy, but they were working eagerly.

The hungry, sloppy tongues weren't all she had to worry about.  As she began to sit up in protest, a newcomer stood astride her head.  The redhead looked up another stranger's skirt -- a woman taking position over her face to sit upon it.  Mavlee let out a muffled cry of surprise as the random woman's bare, shaved cunt pressed down against her lips and began to gyrate there.  A dozen hands shot out to grope her pure-looking, fair flesh.

Omarah was getting similar treatment by this point.  She heard a gruff man say "Oh, we'll spank ya alright," but since her ass wasn't visible with her laying on her back, the random crowd members went to the only place they could.  One, two, and then several sudden, stinging slaps came down on Omarah's tits.  The small handfuls of flesh bounced and quivered with each rough treatment, her dark nipples tender and taut within seconds.  The lady of the night who had pleasured her moments earlier still had the acrobat's arms pressed to the ground, and moved her hips over the girl's face.  She had hiked up her skirt so that Omarah's face could directly meet her unshorn pussy.  Her dark pubic bush tickled Omarah's delicate little face as she smoothed her fragrant lips across it.

"Oooh," Omarah could barely hear the courtesan coo in the madness going on around them. "Just like that my little tart," she encouraged as she ground her hips against Omarah's face.

Aloysius had given up shouting to the crowd and merely watched the viewing sphere with worry.  Ashley was climbing up the arena wall towards the scene.  Guards were getting violent and a even throwing a few unlucky people into the pit.  People were surging both towards and away from the pair of girls being molested.  Christie was laughing raucously.

"You're welcome, girls," she chuckled with delight at the turn of events.

If history served correctly, Syndra would stop this if the guards couldn't.  The girls just had to survive until that happened...

((okay, I hope you like the twist here.  I'm leaving room for one more post if ya like. Very fun match!  I suppose I should mention that as of next Tuesday I'll be going on a work trip, so I probably won't have a lot of posting capability for two weeks from then.  Just a heads up.

To all: I hope we can at least continue something intermittently.))

Eventually, gathering what wits they had after their humiliating day, Omarah and Mavlee broke free from the crowd before anything too drastic happened. Terrified they scrambled bare ass back into the area, then ran and cowered behind Christie and Ash in terror, literally clutching the pair's calves in abject terror at their almost debasement.

This was enough for Ash and Christie. They had proven 100 percent dominance. In the coming days, Omarah and Mavlee would be overwhelmed with shame. They would know their betters. So, smiling and waving to the crowd Ash and Christie led Omarah and Mavlee, escorting the frightened girl's through the gate out of sight.