Female Dice Fighters

03:59 Remington: !set 125
@Remington's HP is set to 125 / 125
03:59 Remington: !set pussy 5
@Remington's PUSSY is set to 5 / 5
03:59 MMA_Jane: !set 125
@MMA_Jane's HP is set to 125 / 125
03:59 MMA_Jane: !set pussy 5
@MMA_Jane's PUSSY is set to 5 / 5
03:59 MMA_Jane: !set head 12
@MMA_Jane's HEAD is set to 12 / 12
03:59 Remington: !set torso 20
@Remington's TORSO is set to 20 / 20
04:00 Remington: !set boobs 16
@Remington's BOOBS is set to 16 / 16
04:00 MMA_Jane: !set boobs 16
@MMA_Jane's BOOBS is set to 16 / 16
04:00 Remington: !set head 12
@Remington's HEAD is set to 12 / 12
04:00 MMA_Jane: !set torso 20
@MMA_Jane's TORSO is set to 20 / 20
04:15 Remington: Season 6 of Battle Island. Eat your heart out Survivor we are coming for you. I stood with my team looking around at them as the host, Jenny McCoy went on about today's challenge. We had already drawn stones to see who would be fighting and wouldn’t you know it was me versus Jane. I was already feeling the butterflies in my stomach at the thought. Not only was the challenge for extra food this week but it had an even more serious part to it.
04:15 Remington: Two fighters would face off in bikinis, the bikinis we used for everything around here. That wasn’t unusual but what was unusual was the editing. See when we signed our contracts, things like accidental nip slips and pussy flashes got censored. Well there was this other clause in the contract that said during any fight challenge where stripping was allowed there would be no censoring. The stipulation to this challenge was the loser lost her bikini. Implying that for the duration of its absence she’d be filmed naked and uncensored. That had made everyone very nervous. But of course that wasn’t enough. No this time around the Host had added a new rule for certain 1 vs 1 challenges. P.O.W. if you lost a P.O.W. challenge you got taken back to the other teams camp and the winner of the challenge basically got to do whatever they wanted for a certain amount of time. In this case it was until the next Knockout Challenge.
04:15 Remington: Which was 48 hours away. So the loser of this fight was going to be without a bikini and a P.O.W. for 48 hours of humiliating filming… guess we had signed the contracts.
04:16 Remington: To top it all off this was going to be a very high rated episode. You see, Jane and I had...well developed a relationship in Season 1. Right at the end of the season there had been a team mix up and I’d KO’d her to make it to the final three. It was all super dramatized but the reality was that afterwards I’d tracked her down and we’d become...something. Well when we got invited back for season 2 they had put us on opposite teams. The whole time. She’d KO’d me before the final five and I’d gotten to see her win the season. I took season 3 by storm since she hadn’t been able to film. Season 4 had been weird since we’d sort of rotated three teams. The production team really screwed it up but Jane and I had continued to be...more than friends. There was a highlight reel of our “moments” including some really humiliating fight finishes and some really kind of sweet stuff.
04:16 Remington: Season five had seen us on the same team again but she’d been KO’d by a real bitch from the other team and I’d won the game after a grudge match to avenge her KO. Consequently it was my first season win. Now we were back for season 6 and barely a week in this was the challenge. Working from foot to foot I looked up at the arena. It was a canvas covered circle with water knee deep in a moat around it and a bamboo fence around that. It was the typical NHB rules but you weren’t allowed to hold each other under the water. My eyes flicked to Jane standing on the other side with her team surrounding her. This was going to be a dramatic shot I could just feel it...
04:16 Remington: Yt
04:37 MMA_Jane: I can barely believe it. After so long waiting, wondering, and, yes, fantasizing, Remington and I are finally matching up against each other again. From their excited glances and giggles the second I drew the fateful rock that caused our paths to cross again, all of our teammates can feel it too. The anticipation. The tension. Like a bowstring drawn taut, just waiting to explode into violent motion. Lady Luck certainly knew how to pick ‘em! I couldn’t think of a better match to pit us against each other in… from a rating’s perspective, of course. Honestly, we’ve been aching to be on the same team since the very first season, so we could meet outside of raucous battles or furtive nighttime excursions to rendezvous the wilderness, but the producers just weren’t having it. Too bad! mtc
04:37 MMA_Jane: I take a deep breath, my skin already a little sticky, glimmering with sweat from the delightfully warm, but humid tropical sea air. My heart beats louder than the drums pounding away just a few feet from the teams, hyping us and the future audience up for our battle. There’s so much more than just pride, or a bit of extra food on the line here this time. Just the thought of capturing Remington for 48 hours… being with her and making her mine… has my breath quivering in anticipation! I take a long, deep breath, calming my nerves… glancing across, my emerald gaze sweeping up my rival-to-be’s gorgeous body, from her toes to her sparkling eyes. My parted lips curl in a soft smile… even as my eyes narrow a hair, focused, intense, challenging. Tonight will be mine! yt
04:44 Remington: The Host finally calls us both up to the little circle of canvas and I can feel my heart beating a thousand miles a minute. It's not because it's a fight I’m totally fine in a fight most days. Yeah I got a shot of adrenaline. Yes it makes me all giddy and excited and weird but this was different. Way different. My ears colored and my already sweat sheened skin no longer required the oil the production team insisted we put on regularly. Ultimately when this fight was over either Jane was going to be mine for 48 hours or I was going to be hers and I wasn’t sure if that terrified me or thrilled me. Either way, but still. I wanted to win and I could see it in your eyes. We’d had a handful of really serious confrontations around here. Some that left us both feeling it for days afterwards. Some longer depending on how dirty we got. Either way I had to force myself to breath!
04:45 Remington: The Host explained the rules and emphasized that one of us was going to be stripped of her bikini and a P.O.W. yeah yeah yeah get on with it. I needed to put this energy somewhere and this build up wasn’t helping! I had been nervous since this morning and all my teammates had been so supportive and one of them had even suggested if I wanted to really make you happy I could throw the fight! The nerve, never. We were rivals as much as we were...well whatever we were. You would know if I was throwing and you’d never accept that. I knew I felt the same as I stood across from you. Finally the host called it. “Ladies at your ready! Fight!” My guard came up on instinct and my whole field of view narrowed...
04:45 Remington: yt
04:55 MMA_Jane: 'Oh. My. Gawd,' my mind spins as I step over the little wood-plank drawbridge over the moat, my bare feet whispering across the canvas ring. At about this time, in any other fight, I would be bouncing around the ring, light on my toes, doing knee lifts and hip stretches, really getting into my would-be opponent's head. But right now, it's all I can do to walk in a straight line. I'm so tense, I can feel my pulse pounding in the corner of my eye. 'Fuck, relax!' I hiss under my breath, balling my fingers up into fists to keep them from quivering. As we line up face-to-face, my teammates are cheering with huge, excited grins plastered across their faces... but honestly, I'm barely aware of their existence. It feels like I'm strapped into a rollercoaster just as it's winched up to the precipice of that first, huge drop. I catch myself staring for a second at your gorgeous bosom, held tight and snug by your taut bikini top, then shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts... mtc
05:00 MMA_Jane: It's bad enough that my team has been teasing me non-stop since we were matched up. That this match was PERFECT, win-win for me either way! And goddamnit, I'm not even sure they're wrong! However, I do very much want to win... and that out of respect for you, I'm going to give you every bit of the fight you deserve! I take my spot across from you, giving my wavy honey-blonde locks a toss before resting my hands on my hips, chest out and thick thighs confidently parted, looking you right in the eye as the Host meanders through his song-and-dance. He'd might as well not be there... right this second, I only have eyes for you. I can't help but feel the warmth building, that electric attraction, nipples poking like daggers at my sea-green bikini top. Finally, the Host reaches the end of the line, and a coy smirk toys at the corners of my lips as I raise my fists, taking my favored muay thai fighting stance... left foot forwards, pointing right at you, right foot a shoulder width out (mtc)
05:03 MMA_Jane: and back, bare fists raised in a long guard. My heartbeat slows and my emerald pupils softly dilate, taking your entire gorgeous frame in at once, every extraneous detail of our gorgeous surroundings fading into a Van Gogh painting. Fuck yes, I'm ready for this... yt
05:05 MMA_Jane: (Calling Heads)
05:06 Remington: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
05:12 Remington: I can’t help it. My eyes drift over you. Again! Get your head in the game girl or she’s going to knock you out. Oh that thought didn’t help either as I feel myself moisten between my legs and it has nothing to do with the damn humidity. That’s when I feel my stomach crawl. The loser gets stripped...no censoring. Oh fuck depending on how wet… My eyes meet yours as I hear ‘fight’ ring out and my guard comes up. It's a hybrid guard one part sanshou kickboxing one part american Kenpo with a splash of everything else I needed. There were a lot of girls around here that were sports martial artists and brawlers. I was one of a handful whose base was traditional. Technically.
05:12 Remington: I flick my eyes to your and then down and I see a crinkle as we both start to move. I pop my front leg in a forward snap kick. It's essentially a jab in its use in that I really don’t intend to hit much of anything with it. Though I aim it cross body I want your guard to be slightly to the side for this next thing. Instead of putting my foot down in place though I cover step with it and flick my feet. They slide across the water slick canvas like a ballet dancer and then I pop my right knee up and lash out with it! They say 90% of fights start with a right cross. I got a stats question for you. How many start with a switch reverse axe kick. I think I have your tits in my head though as I aim the kick down your front aiming to split those magical tits with the kick.
05:13 Remington: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
05:13 Remington: !kick 2d3
My kick missed.
05:17 Remington: ...Well it would have been more memorable if I got you in the chest but this is still early as my kick slams into your guard and is shunted away from you precious boobs. The look on your face makes me smile fiercely. My right foot lands and I hardly stop my movement. Continuing with the momentum I jack myself off the ground and go for a flying left knee looking to close the gap between us as I do it. I want to lay it right on your pretty jaw as I do it. My hips kick out and my shoulders go back as I’m sure the camera crew gets a great shot of my bust being shoved forwards as my arms draw back and I try to just. Lay. You. Out. I want you so bad and I can feel my body firing on every cylinder available.
05:17 Remington: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 damage. HP down to 119.
05:18 Remington: Yt
05:26 MMA_Jane: I circle slowly to the right, taking in your enigmatic, yet by now oh-so-familiar hybrid stance. You have explained what pieces of it you took from what obscure or not-so-obscure art and why a few times now, over everything from post-match care to pillowtalk, but honestly, it just never sticks for me. What I do know for a fact, though, is that you're a seriously crafty babe who always hides her true hand until the very last moment. Seeing your foot flick out, I follow its path with my elbows, resetting quickly and dashing right as you reposition with a quick flick of your feet. Your knee pops up, and I reflexively back out of your kicking range, eyes flaring in surprise as you suddenly transition into an axe kick... one aimed directly for my bosom! I cross my arms just in time, catching your heel inches off my cleavage as I push you back with an indignant grunt. My instructor always said to 'expect the unexpected,' but seriously, what the fuck kind of opening attack was that?! mtc
05:33 MMA_Jane: Electric pulses of alarm ping from my rock-hard nipples through my entire bosom at the near miss as I try to refocus... trying not to think about how that shot would have sent my precious twins tumbling out of my already skimpy bikini top. I snap out of my funk just in time to see you launch up towards me, your knee steady in my line of sight... and growing larger at an alarming rate! "SHIT!" I hiss as I put two and two together, realizing what's going to happen here in about a half second, my forearms coming together as I try to shoot backwards! *CRUNCH!* Your knee slams into my guard, and punches through, catching me with a glancing shot on the chin! My head snaps back a bit, but my forearms took the brunt of it. Believe me, they're letting me know just how much that was! I throw a quick jab as I scurry to the right, trying to buy time and get my head back into the game, fist flicking out towards your pretty nose. mtc
05:33 MMA_Jane: I'd definitely underestimated just how... distracting... this fight was going to be! mtc
05:33 MMA_Jane: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HP down to 117.
05:38 MMA_Jane: It wasn't a hard blow, but it certainly found its mark! My knuckles squash into something soft... then something firm, popping your head back with a sharp report! My feet barely seem to touch the canvas as I shuffle right fast, sliding into southpaw off your left side as you struggle to track me, blinking back the inevitable rush of water from your eyes. That was a clever little kick off the line, I have to admit... but I've always preferred the basics! "Hsssh!" I hiss, my arms counterswinging, hands held in tight blades as I twist to the right, cranking my hips over with me and lashing out across your body, hoping to slam my shin across your gorgeous twins while you're tending to your smarting nose!
05:38 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
05:38 MMA_Jane: !kick boobs
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. BOOBS down to 7.
05:39 MMA_Jane: yt
05:40 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 = 8 damage. HP down to 109.
05:48 Remington: The shot to the nose is well frankly a classic of a hit and it pops my jaw up. I suppose in the grand scheme of things I should just be super thankful that you didn’t immediately follow with a crushing right cross to send me stumbling. Instead though you follow up with something arguably worse. You scythe into me with a huge kick to my large chest. It drives into my underboobs and nearly blows the breath out of me with the hit. Oh okay so I guess I deserved that for aiming the kick at your chest out of the gate but still! You like my boobs, whatever it's on! I am really aching from that kick but you laid into me and now you’re in range. I hope...
05:49 Remington: Scooping for your right leg I drive my body forwards hoping to get you in a leg catch. That is the one thing about sending a kick like that into my body and at such close range it gives the positioning and leverage that I need to get ahold of you and hopefully return the favor for that shot to the chest. Perhaps not to your chest but I wrap my left arm under your thigh and my right arm under your leg trying to get a solid hold on your leg as I run you backwards towards the water.
05:50 Remington: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 113.
05:52 Remington: I scrape your stomach on the way in with the wrap digging a line across your abs as I fight to get that leg catch in nice and high so that you are fighting with the flexibility and your balance in a state of having to judge hops and timing to even throw a punch in return as I tuck into your body. This has already been an explosive fight and I’m hoping to make it an even more interesting one in a hurry! “Come on Jane let’s do this!”
05:52 Remington: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.
05:52 Remington: yt
05:59 MMA_Jane: I can't lie, especially not to you. My lips definitely curled into a sly smile as I watched my shin swing in seeing that it was going to find its mark. Or, I should say, marks. Both of them. Right on the beautiful buttons pressing through your bra. I can tell, you're just as excited as me... why wouldn't you be? And if there was any doubt, it was erased by the tender prickle of your nipples squashing against my shin as my vicious roundhouse kick smashed your orbs right up to your ribcage! "Ooooooohhh," goes up among the crowd, friend and foe alike, as several competitors reached up for their own twins in sympathy. They know that had to hurt! I was about to say something coy as I retracted my leg... something snide, about your top bursting when you swell up a size, but that all washes away in a sudden rush of panic as your hands clamp around my leg from two directions, twisting it painfully as you shove into me, pressing me closer towards that moat! mtc
06:04 MMA_Jane: "UNGH!" I hiss as I totter on the spot, finally straightening my joints back out as you cinch in your grip. I tug and wrench in your grasp, struggling to keep my standing leg under me as your fingers dig securely into the backs of my thigh and calf. You've got my leg trapped high, knee level with my hips, thighs spread wide, and I'm suddenly extremely, painfully aware of how the thong of my skimpy sea green bikini bottoms is wedged deep between my full cheeks as they jiggle with each halting hop... and how the front is stretched taut around my plump, bulging mound, drawing the bottoms' already plunging waistline lower still. I've got to get out of here! mtc
06:04 MMA_Jane: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.
06:06 MMA_Jane: I wrench and tug at your arms, but it's no surprise that you're not letting up! I know from so many different encounters that you have an amazing grip... and right now, that's got me in one hell of a pickle! I hiss in frustration, narrowed eyes flashing at you as I lean in, trying to bend my knee, close in, and swing a hooking left across your cheek!
06:06 MMA_Jane: !punch
My punch missed.
06:07 MMA_Jane: yt
06:13 Remington: So I’d like to say I’ve spent the entire time that we’ve been locked up like this paying attention to your movements so that I can maximize this position I have you in to result in the greatest amount of injury in the shortest amount of time. Yeah...about that...the truth is I’ve been enjoying your girls rubbing against my shoulder and the side of my face. I feel you yank and I put my shoulder into you as you yank. It's enough that you have to go back to trying to balance as opposed to trying to escape and I am not going to lie, it totally makes your chest smack back into me. Oiling and wet as we are my hook behind your leg seems to be doing the trick. I feel your body jerk and I duck my head suddenly anticipating the hook aimed at the back of my head. It whips through my hair and above us there is a rumble of thunder. That’s prophetic.
06:22 Remington: I finally manage to get you close enough to the moat that you don’t have much of a place to go if I force you backwards. So I don’t instead I suddenly drop my stance eunder you and Surge upwards into your core using your body on my arms to take you off the foot, I heave mightily as I get my whole body under you in an attempt to get you up off the ground. I make a grunting roar and I lift my..whatever you are.Its a herculean effort to try and get you off the ground but I heave and I just go for the lift. Will malentent in mind. Goodness you are such a distraction as I cinch my body into yours. I just want you so bad but I also really want to hurt you so you’ll be mine for two days.
06:22 Remington: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.
06:25 Remington: I get you up off the ground much to your and honestly kind of my surprise as I manage to heft you over my body. You are a bit larger than me so as I get you balanced above me on the slick canvas we make eye contact and I’m pretty sure you know exactly what is coming after I do this. There is resignation in my face as gravity takes over and I crunch my stomach hard swinging your head first at the edge of the canvas looking to slam you into oblivion against the edge of the mat. The next sound from my mouth is a heavy “HA!” Everyone winces in anticipation of what is totally inevitable at this point as I swing you right at the ground using my weight, gravity, and your weight.
06:25 Remington: !damage 3d7
You take ☒ 6 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 = 15 damage. HP down to 98.
06:25 Remington: !damage head
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. HEAD down to 3.
06:26 Remington: yt
06:34 Remington: The impact is titanic and I can tell I absolutely rung your bell. Your beautiful eyes are totally glazed as your leg is still in my grip. I feel bad about this I really do but at the same time. I also know you would totally do the same thing to me were our positions reversed. With you still down on the canvas I pick up my right foot and bring it down in a heel stomp to your diaphragm looking to knock the wind right out of you as you are laying there dazed from the head first swing into the mat. I want this! I want this! I tell myself as I drive downwards with the ball of my heel. At the very last second I do something I hate and love. I change the direction of the kick aimed at your womanhood.
06:34 Remington: !kick pussy
My kick missed.
06:34 Remington: YT
06:49 MMA_Jane: I grunt squirm in your grasp, our bosoms brushing, squashing, and smooshing in a way that's driving me to distraction! My gaze lingers on your luscious lips for a second... then two... and for whatever foolish reason, I let that happen. I gasp as you suddenly rush in close, getting beneath me and lifting me up into the air! "Ohhhh gawd!" I moan, frantically looking from side to side for something--anything!--to hold onto. Then you grunt, flexing those gorgeous abs, and the canvas flies up towards my head with terrifying speed! *CRACK!* My head hits the taut canvas, and my ears ring as it bounces up, smacking down a second time, honey-blonde mane fanning out in all directions, raindrops gently pattering against my softly closed eyelids. mtc
06:53 MMA_Jane: And it's a damn lucky thing, because no sooner do I open them than I see your foot dashing towards my belly... only to change course... south! "No!" I gasp, my eyes flaring wide as I thrash wildly in your grasp, desperate to to protect my most sensitive area! My hands shoot down to cover my mound as I twist hard on the spot, managing to turn my side and pull my delicate sex out of harm's way without a second to spare as your heel thumps against the canvas! My heart races, my clit throbbing angrily at the near miss. I grunt, giving my thigh a HARD pump towards you, trying to knock you backwards! "Get OFF!" mtc
06:53 MMA_Jane: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.
06:55 MMA_Jane: You brace your stance up, taking the force like a champ as I struggle and writhe in your grasp. Waves of panic wash through me, as you hold me in place, horribly exposed. I stare up into your eyes, and I'm not sure how well I'm hiding the quaking fear rushing through my core. I've seen what you've done to so many of your other rivals from positions like this... and I have no intention of being one of them! I hiss in frustration, kicking hard for your shin with my free foot! "HSSSH!"
06:55 MMA_Jane: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. HP down to 102.
06:55 MMA_Jane: yt
07:01 Remington: The kick slams the canvas with enough force to throw water up off of it and I realize just how bad that could have hurt you and it's utterly thrilling and also sort of terrifying. If the faces of the crowd are any indication they are all thinking the same thing as I am. The two of us are going for broke here in this fight. I can see you’re terrified too by the position I have you in so as soon as I refocus you slam your leg into mine making me growl out in pain as you slam my shin with the kick. I need to put the hurt on you and fast because I know how fast you could slither out of this hold.
07:02 Remington: Switching my grip I grip your leg behind the knee with my hip and my left arm and lash down. Kicking my right shoulder over in a hefty arc I bring my right elbow down in a spike to the exterior of your leg looking to rip into your sciatic nerve with the point of my elbow. On the off chance that you manage to escape from this I want to limit your mobility and abilities to do damage to me on the flip side. I only have moments with how slick and oiled we are and with so much luscious skin. I watch your face as I slam the elbow home and you contort in agony from it. It makes me thrill and it also makes me tingle with guilt as I do it. Gawd, Jane uhg...
07:02 Remington: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. HP down to 89.
07:05 Remington: With you trying to deal with the fact that I just spiked the exterior of your leg I switch my grip back suddenly jerking you along the canvas with me and with a switch of my legs I pop my right hip up lifting you onto your shoulders. I know that it didn’t work before but the fact of the matter is that I need to be using every line of attack at my disposal to hurt you and I can’t just ignore the obvious line of attack despite what I may feel towards you. As I switch legs and whip your body I pick my left leg up suddenly and deliver another instep check at your womanhood trying to score a stomp to you this time!
07:05 Remington: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
07:06 Remington: !damage pussy
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 = 8 damage. PUSSY down to -3.
07:09 Remington: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. HP down to 82.
07:09 Remington: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚃ 4 + ⚃ 4 = 8 damage. HP down to 74.
07:12 Remington: yt
07:15 MMA_Jane: My heel connects with your shin, but in my twisted and pretzled state, it's far from a solid shot as you flip my leg over, SLAMMING a sharp elbow directly into the cleft between muscles, sharply catching the sciatic nerve! "AAAAHHH! BITCH!" I howl, arching my back and stiffening, eyes screwed shut, as a lance of razor-sharp pain slices up and down my leg, up my spine right into the back of my head! My left hand reaches up, clasping for my throbbing thigh, and that's all the opening you needed. My eyes fly open as a shocking *THUMP* echoes up from my hips, jerking me back on the canvas, immediately followed by a throbbing, rushing, thundering TORRENT of agony radiating from the core of my womanhood to... everywhere! Your heel slammed into my exposed, delicate lovebulge with a sickening thump, drawing a chorus of sympathetic moans from ALL the women watching! Every one of them knows this pain... and there's not a one here who would have the gall to claim she could take it! mtc
07:18 MMA_Jane: The shriek catches in my throat even as I mouth the sound, wide emerald eyes glimmering with tears falling backwards up my cheekbones, soaking into my honey blonde locks. My hands shoot for my sex, clasping the second your heel withdraws, and my body writhes in your grip with an utterly wild, animalistic violence as it detects that its most prized asset is under attack. Nature takes over as my body struggles to break free! mtc
07:18 MMA_Jane: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.
07:21 MMA_Jane: I roll towards the center of the canvas, curling into a ball as I go, thumbs wedged into the deepening creases of my thighs as my fingers desperately clutch my throbbing peach. I finally land on my knees, pressing my forehead into the mats as I contract into a tight ball, rubbing the raging ache down below.
07:21 MMA_Jane: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 2 damage. PUSSY up to -2.
07:21 MMA_Jane: yt
07:27 Remington: There is a moment where you scream and writhe in agony on the canvas under me where I ask myself what the hell I’m doing to you. We’ve had fights before but this is different I think. We’ve knocked each other out before and I’ve certainly thrown some nasty shots at you and you’ve done the same but the fact is that as you struggle and yank your leg free crawling to the center of the canvas I can only think about the fact that you are really hurting your whole beautiful body heaving up and down as you try to rub away the damage that I’ve done to your womanhood. I know your head must be swimming as well. The first drops of rain hit the canvas around us and I can’t begin to explain how much it eats me up to see you so hurt by my hand and yet. We both know nothing less is acceptable between us.
07:27 Remington: mtc
07:27 Remington: Circling to your right side as you curl up on the canvas to try and rub some feeling back into your womanhood I slide into the canvas next to you and aim a vicious forearm smash into your head as I drop on top of you trying to short circuit your body so that I can get back in control of you. It's nearly too much for me as I drop aiming a trying nasty shot at you while you're still out of it from the stomp to the pussy. Out there around us our teams are watching a serious fight. Now the sort of thing we usually do. There is no way that this doesn’t make the reel of our moments. The whole damn fight. God I need to focus. I jack my right arm down as I slide to the canvas next to you looking slam your head off the canvas with the hit.
07:27 Remington: !punch
My punch missed.
07:30 Remington: As you peel yourself off the canvas my arm slams into the mat as you go to your knees snarling in frustration I pop back up onto my knees. Planting my left hand on your spine while you are crunched over I swing a right hook aiming it into your right floating rib. I know that your liver is down there somewhere and I am looking cash in on the fact that you can’t defend yourself right now from me just pummeling your body, I let out another hefty grunt as I swing the punch for you looking rake your liver.
07:30 Remington: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. HP down to 67.
07:30 Remington: yt
07:36 MMA_Jane: I can hear you moving around me, but it's like my body has a mind of its own. I can't move, can barely breathe, and even then, in agonized, panting gasps as I desperately clutch my sex. "Unnnhh... uuunhh!" I hear your feet rustle against the canvas... close... alarmingly close, and on pure instinct, I scramble aside, making it two scrawling steps before my body succumbs to the radiating throbbing again. "UNGH!" I groan as your fist hooks in, shockwaves pulsing through my skin along my side and reverberating my ribs like a drum! Gawd... that one's gonna bruise! At least you didn't hit anything too sensitive. "Ohhh... you fucking bitch," I spit, tossing my mane back over my head as I arch my back, still on my knees, twisting to stare daggers at you as I hold my sex. mtc
07:36 MMA_Jane: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. PUSSY up to 4.
07:42 MMA_Jane: I don't want to hurt you... not at all. Given the choice, I'd pin you to these mats and just cover every inch of your lovely skin with slow, wet, popping kisses, right in front of everybody. But right now, we're fighting, and as I rise back to my feet, chest heaving with long, panting breaths, one hand still wrapped around my sensitive mound, my laser-sharp stare should tell you that I damn well intend to fight. I raise my fists, taking a more bladed stance this time, but not deliberately, but it's just something the body does, and squaring up my body in a muay thai stance right now just isn't on the menu. I make to circle to the right... then dash in, hurling a quick left jab towards your face, then twisting into a cross aimed across your body at your heaving, gently jiggling right breast!
07:42 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
07:42 MMA_Jane: !punch boobs
My punch connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. BOOBS down to -2.
07:42 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. HP down to 95.
07:43 MMA_Jane: yt
07:47 Remington: You haul yourself up off of the mat and I watch you as you start the process of getting back into this fight I move to raise my guard and then out of no where you dash to the side and flick a jab I parry the strike and as I move to counter with my own left you stick a huge cross into my chest. I groan in pain as you blast my chest and there are more grains from everyone watching as I stumble backwards. Oh my god that really does hurt like a bitch! But can I afford to risk giving you the chance to keep this up? I think I’m going to have to take it a little slower, you’re doing just fine so far. And yet…
07:50 Remington: Tracking your dancing left and right I keep my hands right in front of my chest where they belong. I need to make this count if this is going to work. I really need you to fall for it. I could play it safe but it's you. I need to get this one off and I need to to rattle you badly. As you wade in I jab high drop low and drive my right cross at your navel I just need your hands down! As I throw them I cock my right leg back and then absolutely haul off aiming for your face with the front snap kick aiming to absolutely lay you out with it as I take a big fucking swing with the kick aimed right at your nose.
07:50 Remington: !kick 3d7
My kick connected and did ☒ 5 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 4 = 16 damage. HP down to 51.
07:50 Remington: !damage head
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3 damage. HEAD down to 0.
07:54 Remington: The snap kick takes you FULL in the face and snaps your beautiful head back. I watch as my doll of a fighter staggers from the massive hit to the head. I fight the urge to bite my lip as you stagger clearly totally rung by the kick I just landed. Both sides of the arena gasp as you waver on your feet, not quite out but god did that look like a hell of a hit. There is no way they don’t cut to a commercial break right before it lands. The spattering of rain that started before has picked up as we close in on what may very well be the end of this fight. I set with my left foot, loading up a kick and spinning hard lashing backwards with my right foot in a straight spinning rear kick. I aim it right at your newly recovered womanhood trying to take you out at your center of gravity and pain.
07:59 Remington: !damage pussy
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 = 10 damage. PUSSY down to -6.
07:59 Remington: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 49.
07:59 Remington: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HP down to 39.
07:59 Remington: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5 damage. HP down to 34.
08:00 Remington: yt
08:11 MMA_Jane: I may have just landed a ringing shot to your chest, but you recover your composure quickly... calculating... measuring. I can see it in your eyes, and in my current state, I can barely keep up. You dash in, feinting high, then ducking, and the animalistic side of my brain immediately assumes you're targeting me there again... down there... and my hands shoot dart south to ward off a blow that I'm sure might floor me. Your fist pops against my navel, between my converging forearms, but from the way it withdraws immediately, without so much as making a dent, I know it was just another feint. The next half-second passes in slow motion, your knee slowly rising up, your pupils dilated, corneas swallowed by blackness. Like staring into a shark. Your knee forms a point, rising up, neatly clearing the narrow space between us as you tuck your foot tight against the back of your thigh. Your right side lights up brilliant blue your right side, a drop of rain splashing mtc
08:18 MMA_Jane: against the very tip of your right knee. With the starts of a hiss, your foot swings out towards my body, toes drawn back, the hard bones forming the balls of your feet exposed through soft, stretched-taut skin. Your thick, powerful quadriceps contract, squeezing hard as your foot lashes towards me, hard bone hammering into my nose and mouth all at once, sending my head rocketing backwards in a dizzying flash of light! "UNNNGH!" I groan as I reach for my face, staggering backwards, arching farther backwards, at the cusp of losing my balance as I cup my mouth and nose in both hands, thick thighs spread wide, jiggling with every leaden step. A heavy drop of rain splashes across my forehead. Then another over my thumb. You waste no time, pirouetting on the spot, deftly switching feet and thrusting your heel back in a perfectly executed, but utterly vicious spinning back kick. *WHUMP!* As you hit my center of gravity, my pelvis resists the movement with the inertia of all 120 lbs of me...
08:18 MMA_Jane: mtc
08:22 MMA_Jane: , which could not have possibly made the situation worse for your target... my vulnerable lovebulge... trapped between the rock of your heel and the immovable object of my entire bodyweight. Move it does, though, as hard bone crushes the softest of flesh, launching my up off my heels as my hips shoot back, tumbling me forwards as I fly backwards, hands diving for the building agony mid-motion. My lips part in an "O" as I land HARD on my thighs... chest... belly... face. But honestly, none of it matters. Not compared to the unspeakable pain wracking my body beneath! "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I groan, my toes pawing at the slippery canvas as I try to curl into a ball, clutching my sex... fail... then collapse face-down into canvas, writhing slowly as I hold myself between squirming thighs. Not a sound can be heard but the rain... and finally... the rumbling thunder cascades over us.
08:22 MMA_Jane: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. PUSSY up to -2.
08:23 MMA_Jane: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. PUSSY up to 2.
08:23 MMA_Jane: yt
08:27 Remington: The spinning back kick takes you out. I mean how could it not, your head must be spinning and now your womanhood must be aching. I look up and look around seeing the faces of all our teammates as they look on with shocked horror as the rest of the rain rolls in pounding both our injured bodies. My chest absolutely aches from the kick you gave it early and my face hurts too from your fist right into it. As you kneel rubbing at your pussy I know what I have to do in order to try and put this ordeal at a close and frankly I feel like a massive bitch for doing it. The truth is this whole fight has been a desperate scramble since I managed to catch your kick. We’ve been silently judged by those around us who whole know we have genuine feelings for each other and the show is leveraging that for the ratings. The ratings that will be through the roof when they cut scenes from this fight together for the advertisement.
08:27 Remington: mtc
08:30 Remington: I meet your eyes as you look up a face full of pain on your knees. We both know what is coming next though. You’re hazy. You’re hurting. I need to make this count and I can’t screw it up if I want to put an end to this fight. I lunge. It feels like eternity stretches onwards as you kneel there in the rain your face twisted up from the damage that I have done to your perfect form. Honey blonde hair plastered to your face. My own wild blue main flicks in the water laden air as I dash my feet hunting for that traction on the surface of the canvas. Its so slick now and I can feel the individual muscles in my feet fighting for grip. I find it and as I do I launch off of my left leg and let out a blood curdling yell as I drive my right knee out looking to lay it into your neck and head to flick the switch on your body.
08:30 Remington: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
08:30 Remington: !damage 3d7
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 6 = 14 damage. HP down to 20.
01:00 MMA_Jane: When it rains, it pours. A sharp, rapidly thickening hail of water pounds against my back as the thunderclouds roll in overhead, rivulets spidering across the plump contours of my buttcheeks, soaking through my thong as they run down between, pooling a bit at my fingertips before overflowing down the backs of my hands as I desperately clutch my throbbing lovebulge. My vision blurs with tears, and I can only see a hazy abstraction of my ashen-faced teammates as they stand speechless on the sidelines. They must be horrified. The last whispers of my will to fight are drowned out by the din of a thousand droplets splashing against my skin, and then again by my whimpering moans, audible between the ominous rumbles sweeping over us. I gasp, a sharp, treble ringing filling my ears as I finally curl up onto my side, struggling to get my knees under me. I can't form a single coherent thought, but for some reason, I want to get back to my feet. mtc
01:08 MMA_Jane: My thighs quake as I slowly roll onto my side, planting a palm beneath my shoulders for support, head hanging, sodden honey-blonde locks dangling and swirling against the rippling film of rainwater coating the canvas. Heavy drops rainwater tickle my cheeks, dripping heavily off the tip of my nose as I gasp and groan. I cast my gaze up, glazed emerald eyes blinking heavily, and see your shimmering reflection. Just a hint, a vague, distorted fragment of your gorgeous body, flickering into and out of focus. I close my eyes, moaning softly as the tension holding webs of saline-tinged water to my long lashes finally breaks, letting a new flood pour down my cheeks as I rock back onto my butt, both hands cupping my aching sex. I open my eyes just in time to see your knee careen in, viciously doubled and pointed, looming larger in my vision. A long fraction of a second crawls by, followed by a flash, then just... black. yt
01:52 Remington: Secretly I love the fact that I just took away your ability to fight with the knee. The kick to your pussy was nearly enough to end this fight in your humilating defeat but this was a mercy stroke as I slam my knee into the side of your head and send you to the rain splattered canvas out cold. No count required in fact I think the host just signaled the medics after that hit. I don't waste a second I slide to the canvas and I hear screaming from the side lines as I realize they think I'm going to keep hitting you! I don't care though my ear finds your chest and that thud thud of your heart in your chest makes me sigh. Ilay there in the rain with my head on your chest. Given that I haven't been grabbed Ihave to assume security was waved off in favor of this shot. The host comes into the ring and I look up. She pulls me to my feet. "The Winner! Remington! Now for your opponents punishment. Her bikini is now yours. It is permenantly forfeit.[mtc]
01:56 Remington: "When she retunrs to her team she'll be given a new bikini." My chest seizes. I get to keep your bikini...I can feel my body shaking. Reaching down Iuntie the back and top of the beautiful piece of swin wear protecting nothing but your modesty. Inhaling as I finish untying it I grab the front of your bottoms and the front of your top and pull standing up. Stripping you in a single motion. Looking down on your naked body I can't help myself I pick my right foot up and plant it gently on your right breast feeling your hard nipple against the bottom of my foot as the host raises my arm in victory.. I won! You're mine! Tucking your bikini through the side of mine I bend down and pick you up off the canvas putting you over my shoulder and carrying you out the side to my cheering team.You're out cold for the march back to camp but when you wake up its with your head craddled in my lap in the privacy of a tent. Medic waiting to check you over.
02:34 MMA_Jane: "Unnnhh," I moan, blinking. Blobs of black and tan cloud my vision, accented with brilliant flashes of orange. Another blink, and they start swirling, melding and then separating again. Blink. Blink. Finally, the colors start to coalesce into shapes, like a painting on canvas, billowing in the wind. 'Where am I?' my mind races, feeling like I just woke up in the middle of the night from a particularly deep sleep. It takes me a second to realize that I actually am looking at canvas, and it is in fact billowing, its coarse surface highlighted in the flickering candlelight. Other senses slowly return... the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt, a salty sea breeze, the thunderous din of sheeting rain and whipping wind. A tent... the show... the pieces are slowly coming together. A distant moan, barely audible over the merciless pattering beating against the tent like a drum. A lightly metallic taste in my mouth... sharp, jarring, yet very familiar. Remi! It all rushes back at once. mtc
02:45 MMA_Jane: The challenge, the moat, the arena... the agonizing seconds before it all faded to black. Sensations return faster, and I become aware of my body, as though I wasn't quite yet in it. I feel a blanket beneath me, soft, earthy ground shifting beneath as I shift, and my head is propped up on a pillow of some sort. Not just any, it's perfect. Soft, supportive, so perfectly smooth as it caresses my cheek. For a second, I'm blissfully comfortable, a tender touch caressing my cheek, teasing through my honey-blonde locks. Then, pain. Just. So. Much. PAIN. My jaw and neck ache, like someone took a hammer to them, and my entire lower belly just throbs in angry, debilitating pulses. I'm curled in a ball, on my side, suddenly very aware of how firmly I'm clutching my aching mound, finally recognizing the long, wilting moans wafting up the warm, swirling sea air as my own. I don't remember waking up... or a medic... or anything, really. I turn my head, finding my face in Remi's lap, mtc
02:47 MMA_Jane: looking up into her mischievously twinkling eyes, and somehow despite everything, I feel extremely safe. "I... guess I'm yours?" I purr between long, heaving breaths, a hopeful, if pained smirk tugging at my full lips.
08:20 Remington: Looking down on you as you come to curled in a ball of tight pain from the pounding I gave your womanhood the edges of my eyes soften gently as I hold you carefully in that moment. "All mine my dear, all mine..." Soothing you I resolve to wait with you until the pain recedes and we can sleep. Until then I sit with your head propped while you groan and hold yourself.

Published: 2021-02-27, viewed 114 times.