Female Dice Fighters

04:43 MMA_Jane: !set FDF
Loaded @MMA_Jane's Female Dice Fight stats.
04:44 Anna_Cherrybomb: !set FDF
Loaded @Anna_Cherrybomb's Female Dice Fight stats.
04:55 MMA_Jane: The roar of the engines fades to a soft hum, followed by that characteristic *bing* that seems to ring around the cabin every ten minutes, often without any clear reason or explanation. A soft, feminine voice, a mid-Atlantic accent polished to a mirror sheen, pervades the intercom. "Ladies, we're now at our cruising altitude of 33,000 feet. We're leaving Turkish airspace now and are expecting a smooth ride into Monaco. Remaining flight time is about two hours and forty minutes. Feel free to move about the cabin." The mic clicks off. Then on again. "Not that you care where I set the seatbelt sign, no doubt you've been bustling since we took off. Carry on." The same voice, of course, but less polished, with a mild hint of exasperation. Elena smirks from across the four-seater conference table, rolling her eyes as she leans back into an opulently spacious recliner of an airplane seat. "Isn't she cute," Elena purrs, her thumb rubbing the embroidered "L&L" in the armrest. mtc
05:00 MMA_Jane: If her four-thousand-dollar designer suit wasn't a tell, her easy, yet somehow innately condescending tone would inform anyone that Elena was kind of a big deal. One half of the "L&L" embroidered like a motif into the seat cover fabric, and painted across the fuselage of this Boeing 737. In another life, it might have seated over a hundred passengers. Now, there are twenty luxuriant seats for passengers, and ten more for crew and staff. I glance over at the woman next to me, sharing a knowing smirk, then flick my emerald eyes over to the brunette kitty corner across the table. This time with a mocking smirk. See, even achieving this seating arrangement took careful planning. Subterfuge. And conniving sensibility. And now, here I was, sitting directly across from the boss, with my pinky teasing the side of the lovely Natalie's hand as she whispers a joke into my ear. mtc
05:06 MMA_Jane: Elena smirks. She sees the thrusts and parries of daggers, the verbal kicks under the table passing right beneath her nose. And she's loving every second of it. L&L has built an ironclad reputation as one of the world's most fearsome ad agencies in the world. Not one of the most fearsome all-women ad agencies, mind! One of the most fearsome ad agencies in the world, full stop. And it didn't get there by coddling its employees or making them play nice. I smirk, taking a sip of my acid green Diabolo menthe. No doubt you thought it was childish to order a sweet peppery soft-drink popular among children. Until Natalie's steely grey eyes lit up like the full moon and asked for a taste. Research, bitch! I did mine. My taut Chanel jacket rests perfectly over my shoulders, taut, yet perfectly in place as I toss a honey-blonde lock over my shoulder, glancing over to Natalie with a slightly snobbish smirk. "You know, with the *right* creativity, the VS brand could reach such heights!" yt
05:17 Anna_Cherrybomb: It was obvious that I wasn't happy about the current situation. Despite all of my planning and all of my positioning, I had been outplayed in my maneuvering, gotten the better of by an interfering blonde bimbo. I had spent months, *months* setting everything up for this trip, only for you to swoop it at the last minute and undo all of my work. I was pissed, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't hide it, glaring at you from across the table, the sound of one of my heels tapping against the floor rather audible as you rubbed elbows with Natalie and tried to honey Elena with your sweet words. This trip was proving to be a disaster, and I was getting sick of it.
05:21 Anna_Cherrybomb: As you began to go on about 'the right creativity', I quickly and loudly cleared my throat, staring daggers at you for a brief moment longer before turning my attention towards Natalie and offering her a sweet smile. "And you know that me and my people have more than enough of that creativity to help the VS brand soar even higher. You've always had great results from me, and with some of the ideas I've been working on, things are only going to continue to grow more and more." I glance towards you briefly, before turning my focus back towards Natalie again. "I am, of course, assuming and hoping that you're still going to stick with my team, right? It would be an honest shame for something to happen and for us to part ways, wouldn't it...?" yt
05:38 MMA_Jane: "Absolutely, Anna. I think that perfectly captured the issue!" I purr with a smile sweeter than the glass Natalie's busy sneaking another sip of. Elena's razor thin eyebrow rises to a peak, her eyes glittering with curiosity. She can just sense that another shoe's about to drop. And Natalie? Well, as the client, she's delighted at being sparred over. She's clearly kicking back and enjoying the show with her emerald green sugarbomb. "So tightly wound and tense, smacking of worry and fear!" My lips curl to an acid smirk as I cover Natalie's hand with mine, her grey eyes snapping up to meet mine. "The days of rail-thin runway models with glued in place hair and glued in place clothes are gone, hon. If you want to really take your fashion lines to the stars, you've got to relax! Unwind! Let your hair down. Your client wants to look sexy, of course, but for own damn self! She'll feel GOOD that she just dropped $300 on some ten square inches of exquisitely cut, masterfully crafted lace!"
05:43 MMA_Jane: I pause to take a breath, and the temperature of the table. Elena's cucumber and ice cubes cool. Anna... well... I'm pretty sure I can feel the steam rushing in and out her nostrils from here. And Natalie? She hasn't broken eye contact in thirty-five seconds now. I take a soft breath, blink and look down at the table with a sad grin. "Or you can keep marketing to their boyfriends and husbands. Just... keep that discount rack well-stocked, because I can pretty much guarantee they care more about the gift box than the fashion statement." I let the subtly perfumed cabin air stir for a second, grinning as Natalie sits a little farther back in her seat. Then snaps her gaze to Elena. "You know... maybe we're ready to... entertain the possibility of new creative direction. I think it's really a question of who wants it more... and I've heard down the grapevine that L&L has a unique way of figuring that out."
05:48 MMA_Jane: Her eyes twinkle with mischief, smiling eagerly as Elena favors her with one of those proud smirks that are all her own. "We certainly do. And... if their expressions are any indication, something tells me Jane and Anna would be delighted to show you just how we do things here. You're not bound by the outcome, of course; feel free to choose whomever... impressed you more." My heart thumps like a drum as my tongue flicks up to moisten my lips, pursing them, then forcing myself to breathe as I carefully set the buckles aside. Elena rises up and switches into my seat, swiveling with Natalie to face the open space behind us as the crew hurriedly rush a set of mats from a hidden compartment by the aft galley. *THUMP THUMP THUMP!* the hostesses work with practiced ease, lining the squishy foam mats perfectly as I kick off my heels. "Shall we?" I purr in your direction as I slip my charcoal jacket off my shoulders, unbuttoning my blouse to reveal a fringe of powder blue lace. yt
05:52 Anna_Cherrybomb: Every word that passes through your lips, every sound you make, every smug little smirk and cocky little smile...it infuriates me. It fills me with a wave of cold, bitter anger, and as the moments drag by, it's taking everything I have to resist the urge to leap from my seat, to reach across the table and simply strangle the life out of you. It comes as a huge relief, then, when Elena gives her approval for us to formally face off with each other. I had seen this kind of thing happen a dozen times before, though I had never taken part myself, and at that moment there was few things I wanted more than to take you down, to humiliate you in front of Elena and Natalie and anyone else who would be watching.
05:54 Anna_Cherrybomb: "Let's..." I smirk back at you, rising to my feet and kicking off my own heels. I slide out of my own jacket, leaving it behind as I begin to step towards the mats, reaching up to start unbuttoning my own blouse. There's a visible hint of black lace as I begin to strip down, my eyes watching you closely as you do the same. "There is *nothing* I want more right now than to do this..." yt
06:02 MMA_Jane: I hand my heels and loosely folded jacket over to a waiting stewardess, then strut barefoot onto the soft, squishy pads, my sharp pencil skirt struggling to contain my swaying hips. I flash Natalie a coy grin as I undo the last button, tugging the sides of my sleeveless blouse in for a second, then dramatically slipping it down my arms in a single, smooth motion, revealing a skimpy, nearly translucent powder blue lace bra. A VS bra, of course. And, on good information, one that Natalie personally had a hand in designing. With a mischievous flick of my tongue, I fling the top out of the ring, then slide my hands down my sides, toying with the hidden dual zippers tucked into my skirt. *ZZZZIP!* *Swish!* With a little wiggle of my hips, the fabric drops to my ankles, revealing my most explosive curves with a proud smile. A flick of my foot, and it lands in the waiting stewardess' arms as I line up in front of you, bouncing lightly on my toes, raising my hands. yt (Heads for the flip)
06:03 MMA_Jane: You are not logged in.
06:07 Anna_Cherrybomb: My own outfit change is much less flashy than your own. I slowly and carefully unbutton my blouse, and slip out of it in a rather pedestrian manner, no extra flair or theatrics included with my actions. I then do the same with my own simple skirt, unzipping it and letting it drop to my ankles before stepping out of it. By the time I'm done, I'm left in a lack black corset, hugging tight to my own curves...and naturally, it's VS brand as well, though not a Natalie original. I take a moment to lean down and gather my skirt, folding it and the blouse up before handing them both off to another nearby stewardess. I might not be as showy as you are, but I'm focused on what's ahead, a determination and intent that I hope Natalie will recognize and remember.
06:09 Anna_Cherrybomb: Once I'm done handing off my clothes, I turn back to you, my eyes naturally tracing over your thick, impressive body as I take my position before you. I can't help but be entranced by your curves, your wide hips and especially those massive, beautiful breasts, and deep inside there's a part of me that wonders what things could have been like if we weren't such furious rivals. I can't deny there's more than a little attraction towards what I'm seeing (something that's no doubt noticeable as my eyes linger over your chest for far longer than I meant them to), but I quickly try to push those thoughts aside. I have a fight to win, and I can't let myself get distracted.
06:10 Anna_Cherrybomb: My own hands come up in front of me as I lock eyes with you, starting to slowly circle around, watching each one of your movements closely and carefully as I consider my first move.
06:10 Anna_Cherrybomb: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
06:10 Anna_Cherrybomb: You are not logged in.
06:11 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
06:16 MMA_Jane: "Oooooh, my! I assumed they'd just be wrestling! What are the rules here?" Natalie trills to Elena with an excited grin, practically quivering with excitement in her seat. Elena grins softly, crossing her mile-long legs. "Mmm, oh, this is so much more than wrestling! And... biting is strictly disallowed. As is eye gouging. Otherwise, the rules are rather... open to interpretation." She favors her prized client with a conspiratorial wink, as I circle to the right, my bare feet whispering against the padded floor. The ring stretches from wall to wall of the cabin, and covers what would have been probably four or five rows of seating. Clear blue light streams in through the small oval windows arrayed across the wall, the aircraft's wingtip twitching slightly in the distance as a little bump of turbulence breaks my rhythm. I plant my feet again into the padded floor, trying to settle back into my muay thai fighting stance. yt
06:23 Anna_Cherrybomb: My eyes are watching you like a hawk, watching for any sign of weakness, any kind of opening I can find in your guard...and the moment the plane bumps, the moment my sharp gaze catches you getting thrown off of your rhythm, that's when I decide to strike. While you're trying to settle back into your stance, I rush forward towards you. One of my arms swings towards you, lashing out towards you with my fingertips, trying to rake my sharp nails across your face to catch you off-guard early.
06:23 Anna_Cherrybomb: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 94.
06:26 Anna_Cherrybomb: After lashing out at you, I then quickly step towards your side, trying to maneuver around behind you. My plan is to work my arms around your body, trying to grab you from behind, thinking that if I can restrain you early, I can take the lead and press an advantage over you. Perhaps a risky move this soon, but in my mind, well worth it.
06:27 Anna_Cherrybomb: !roll 2d6+6
Roll the dice... ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 +6 = 15
06:28 Anna_Cherrybomb: My arms snake around your waist as I dance around you, giving you a tight squeeze to pull you against my body. "Gotcha, bimbo..." I hiss at you, already feeling pretty confident about my chances in this fight, already starting to feel rather sure of myself against you.
06:28 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
06:33 MMA_Jane: You were waiting for it. Ready to pounce at the slightest loss of focus. And the second the weight lifted off my heels, you drove your toes into the mats, lunging at me like a lioness who smells vulnerability! Your talons lash across my face, wrenching a shocked, shrill SHRIEK from my lips! It's not just the physical pain. Looks are everything in the fashion world, and you went for my FACE! My eyes narrow to vicious, glimmering slits as I press my fingertips against the reddening streaks on my cheek, turning back to face you. And you aren't there. I hiss in surprise as your arms wrap around me, your feet padding and thumping against the leather-clad foam as your arms wrap around me, wrenching me from side to side. And that hiss! That mocking, lilting hiss! My cheeks flush scarlet, fury and humiliation mingling into a vicious concoction. One that makes me lose all sense of measure and proportion! mtc
06:34 MMA_Jane: I twist to the left, then raise my right heel as I wrench my body to the right, trying to get you to plant your stance, to try to keep yourself stable. Then, with a vindictive hiss, I STOMP for your right foot, hoping to drive my heel right into the tops of your toes! mtc
06:34 MMA_Jane: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. HP down to 89.
06:35 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. BODY down to 10.
06:35 MMA_Jane: (reaction)
06:35 MMA_Jane: yt
06:39 Anna_Cherrybomb: I hug you against my body, my mind already racing with all the devilish things I can and want to do to you from this position. I've got you! Just moments into the fight and I've already got you! I'm already filled with a sense of triumph, perhaps a bit too much, as suddenly you begin thrashing in my arms. You twist one way, then the other, and I scowl, trying to keep you under control...but then, out of nowhere, your heel SLAMS into my toes. At once, my arms come loose from around your waist, as I let out a shrill cry, hopping backward from you as I shake my foot in pain.
06:39 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
06:45 MMA_Jane: Natalie recoils with a shocked gasp, covering her mouth as my heel smashes into your toes with a *THUMP!* that echoes around the cabin. But I can see the corners of her delighted smile around the sides of her fingers. And the way her pupils are dilating, swallowing her steely grey irises! "See, Anna, this is the problem with you. So... overconfidently linear!" I strut up to you with a mocking smirk, hands confidently down by my sides. I know you're not in any position to hurt me right now, as you hop about on one foot. I tip my head to the side, flicking my mane over my shoulder as I twist my body to the right... then WHIP my shoulders left, lashing out with a knife-handed chop aimed right across your full bosom! mtc
06:45 MMA_Jane: !boobshot
I go for your breasts! (Roll for boob attack)
06:45 MMA_Jane: !damage boobs
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 = 8 damage. BOOBS down to 8.
06:45 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. HP down to 83.
06:45 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 74.
06:49 MMA_Jane: The edge of my hand connects perfectly with your left nipple, and that skimpy little teddy offers no protection at all as the force of the vicious blow flattens your tit right into your ribs. And I know that hurt! I can see it in your eyes. That REALLY fucking hurt! I step up to you as you tend to your aching orb, smiling softly, cupping your chin from beneath and raising your face to meet my naughtily sparkling eyes. "Sometimes a little subtlety goes such a long way!" I hold you up for a second, your succulent lips an inch from mine, your breath washing hot over my cheek as I slide my other hand around your hips, grabbing an ample handful of your incredibly full derriere. Then I lean in, pressing my lips to yours in a full, hard kiss!
06:49 MMA_Jane: !caress
My attempt to pleasure you fails.
06:49 MMA_Jane: yt
06:57 Anna_Cherrybomb: As your chop connects with my chest, there's a loud sound that echoes through the interior of the plane, the sound of flesh being hammered, a sound that's soon followed up by the sound of my voice, a loud and shrill cry of pain that no doubt delights you to hear. I stagger back from you, reaching up to grab at my now aching tit, but I don't get enough distance between us as you swoop in, pushing towards me, grabbing my chin to force me to stare into your eyes. I feel a shiver race down my spine as you berate me, that earlier attraction beginning to flare up again...and then, as you lean even closer, forcing your lips to mine, a sudden squeal escapes from my lips. My body shudders against yours, and as you grab my ass, my plump, thick buttocks, I can only groan louder, my eyes beginning to flutter close as I push back into the kiss.
06:59 Anna_Cherrybomb: Even as you hold me against yourself though, even as I'm seemingly losing myself in the embrace, there's still a fierce, competitive part of my mind that refuses to give in, refuses to stop fighting even though the rest of me can't deny how much she's loving this. My own hands move to slip around your body, grasping at your own thick, sizable rear, each of my hands trying to squeeze and knead at it.
07:00 Anna_Cherrybomb: !caress
I please and arouse you, doing ⚁ 2 + ⚁ 2 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 4.
07:02 Anna_Cherrybomb: I wonder, for a brief moment, if you're enjoying yourself too, if you're enjoying the embrace as much as the more naughty parts of myself are. We might be rivals, and we might be fiercely competing with one another, but the thought still dances across my mind, as my fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your buttocks, massaging and squeezing that much harder at your rear.
07:02 Anna_Cherrybomb: !caress
My attempt to pleasure you fails.
07:02 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
07:10 MMA_Jane: Our lips touch, and it's just electric! But I can tell that as much as you want this, NEED this, you're not giving into my touch. Yet. In no time flat, your hands wander across my backside. I gasp into your lips, feeling the tables rapidly turn as your fingers knead and caress my full cheeks, squeezing, kneading, caressing them so perfectly! And, to my shock as much as anyone's a moan escapes MY lips as I momentarily draw back from the searing kiss! But you're not having it, as you wrench me right back in, your fingers sinking into the firm, plump flesh of my volleyball-tempered and -shaped buttcheeks! I seize your wrists, hissing furiously as I pry them off, cheeks flushed! mtc
07:12 MMA_Jane: Delighted squeals echo around the cabin, coupled with gasps and a few "Oooooohs!" Natalie and Elena aren't the only two looking on with immense interest anymore. Other L&L employees, their guests, and the crew all see a firey one starting to unfold, and they've taken notice! The cockpit door also rests wide open, the captain leaning through it with a keen grin, her hands bracing against the bulkhead above. And her copilot is way ahead of her, leaning with a smirk against the front row seat. It's not like me to be distracted in moments like this, with an unspeakably beautiful and irresistibly intelligent rival trying her damnedest to get her hands all over me, but one has to ask: who's flying this heap?! In Autopilot we Trust, I suppose! With a twist of my hip, I try to pop my knee into the side of your thick thigh, hoping to at least slow you down as you heat me up ever more! mtc
07:12 MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. HP down to 71.
07:14 MMA_Jane: That got your attention! The shot didn't hit hard, but it reminded both of us why we're here. What's on the line. And I press a palm hard against your collarbone, shoving you back and off me with an acid glare. You're reorienting quickly yourself, and I try to shove you off with a hard push kick to the belly, hoping to send you sprawling back into the cabin wall! mtc
07:14 MMA_Jane: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. HP down to 64.
07:14 MMA_Jane: yt
07:17 Anna_Cherrybomb: The knee delivered straight into my toned thigh was enough to snap me out of my daze, a stern reminder of what was really happening, of what was at stake. I wanted to curse myself for getting lost in the moment, but I didn't have time, I needed to get my head back in the game and get back on the attack...but before I could do that, you had other things in mind. You shoved me away, forcing me to stumble backwards, and before I could catch my balance your leg shot up at me, slamming straight into my stomach. With a loud 'oof!' I began to stagger backwards even more, putting you right where you wanted, forcing me back against the wall of the cabin.
07:18 Anna_Cherrybomb: But with that rude awakening came a newfound focus, and just as soon as I struck the wall, I let out a loud roar, pushing myself back off of it. In an angry, almost reckless charge, I threw myself back at you, bringing up a knee as I approach in hopes of driving it hard into your stomach.
07:18 Anna_Cherrybomb: !knee
My knee strike missed.
07:23 MMA_Jane: Your back thumps against the sound-padded cabin wall with a muted thud. And I can tell I'm rattling you, as you lunge back towards me with an animalistic howl just as I move in. With a hiss, I plant my feet, shuffling to the right, dashing out of your malevolently pointed knee's line of fire. Like a matador with a particularly incensed bull, I try to take you from the flank before you can recover! yt
07:25 Anna_Cherrybomb: As you dash out of my way, however, I suddenly twist my body towards you. I'm in an almost desperate rage now, knowing that you've been in control of this fight and wanting to find any kind of momentum that I can against you. My body turns in your direction, and my arm comes up, swinging towards your chest as I try to drive a stiff and solid clothesline directly into those beautiful, magnificent tits of yours!
07:25 Anna_Cherrybomb: !attack
My attack missed.
07:26 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
02:11 MMA_Jane: The scarlet tinge consuming your cheeks. The wide-eyed, incensed stare as you watch me slip out of the way. That reflexive, desperate flail at my bosom. Your mind's not in the fight. I mean, you're certainly thinking about it. But... not really thinking, as much as feeling and reacting. I've got you wrapped around my finger. And everyone can see it. My lips curl to a snarl as I thrust my left arm up, twisting left into a hard, crisp block that stops your attempt on my bosom dead in its tracks. "Predictable," I purr with a cocky smirk as you nearly lose your balance. I glance down, seeing that your feet are splayed wide, your plump, meaty mound bulging through the translucent fabric at the base of your skimpy little teddy. And my smile takes on a malevolent tint. mtc
02:15 MMA_Jane: I try to snake my arms up to your shoulders, hoping to seize them and press down. To keep you from moving, or from closing your thighs, as my gaze snaps up to meet yours. mtc
02:15 MMA_Jane: !lowblow
My low blow attempt fails.
02:15 MMA_Jane: (reaction)
03:00 Anna_Cherrybomb: My eyes grow wide as your arm comes up, stopping my attack, and my movement, dead in its tracks. I stumble slightly towards you, blushing at your confident, sultry purr, leaving myself as a wide-open target as your eyes track downwards. I know what's coming, and I know what you have in mind, and that fear sends a shiver racing through me.
03:01 Anna_Cherrybomb: Your hands come up, grabbing at my shoulders, trying to hold me in place, but my instincts take over, my body moving by itself, moving on a sheer primal knowledge of what's to come. My own arms snap upwards, and I thrust my hands towards you, trying to ram them into your chest, shoving back at you before you can unleash your deadly, devastating attack!
03:01 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
22:22 MMA_Jane: Your eyes flare so wide. Your pupils dilating to consume those big, brown eyes. Just pure, primal panic. I try to fire off the blow quickly, but nature was faster as you slam your palms into my shoulders! I rock back on my heels, gasping as I start to lose my balance and take a quick step back. My heel pops against the pads, and suddenly I'm the one on the verge of losing control! I grab for you, trying to get ahold of your wrists and drag you down to the mats with me! mtc
22:22 MMA_Jane: !throw
My move failed.
22:22 MMA_Jane: yt
22:49 MMA_Jane: I have invited @Hardhitting_Heather to join #LL_Express_Anna_v_Jane.
00:27 MMA_Jane: I have invited @Raelynn_Nicole to join #LL_Express_Anna_v_Jane.
00:28 MMA_Jane: I have invited @Hannah_Summers to join #LL_Express_Anna_v_Jane.
00:55 Anna_Cherrybomb: You reached out for my wrists, but I quickly took a step back of my own, letting you stagger as your struggled to find your balance. Any advantage you had held moments before was gone now, and the ball was fully in my court to score big! As you tried to catch yourself, I rushed back in towards you and sticking to my usual suite of strikes I raised my knee upwards, ramming it as hard as I could muster into your wide-open belly.
00:56 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HP down to 84.
00:58 Anna_Cherrybomb: Feeling my knee sink into your gut felt good, it felt damn good, but I wasn't done with you yet, far from it. Before you could fall back from me, my hands came up, grabbing at your shoulders, and with a twist of my body I would throw you down hard to the mats myself, slamming you towards the floor at my feet.
00:58 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. HP down to 76.
00:59 Anna_Cherrybomb: (Going to let you react to this before I take my second action.)
02:16 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
02:52 MMA_Jane: My heart pounds, eyes widening in shock as your wrists slip just out of my grasp, and I find myself on the verge of tumbling over backwards. The subtle bumping and rocking of the airplane does nothing to help the sudden onrush of vertigo as I realize I have nothing to grab onto, flailing my arms out to the sides in a reflexive bid to maintain my balance. *WHUMP!* Your knee DRIVES into my unprotected belly, thrusting directly into my navel and folding me in half as the air rushes out of my lungs! Nausea rises through my core as I wrap my arms around my midriff. I press my knees in together, feet turning inwards as my toes patter against the pads. I try to breathe, but manage nothing but a heave. I tip my head up, staring up at you in shock just in time for your hands to clap onto my shoulders, hurling me down onto my side! yt
03:09 Anna_Cherrybomb: You go down, hitting the mat hard, and a wide grin crawls onto my face at the sight. Having you at my feet, lying there in pain...it felt good. It felt damn good, and just standing over you made me feel strong. Towering over your fallen body, finally turning the match around...it made me feel *powerful*, and I was ready to keep pushing my advantage, ready to punish you for every little thing you had done so far during this fight.
03:12 Anna_Cherrybomb: I quickly whipped my head around, glaring at Natalie for a brief moment. "Is this your bitch?!" I shouted, cold fury in my voice and my words. "Is this the woman you want in charge of your portfolio?!" Just as quick as I had looked away, my attention turned back down towards you, and with you lying on your side, you were in the perfect position for me. I stepped around in front of your stomach, and drew back my leg, launching a swift and brutal kick straight towards your gut, wanting to keep hammering your belly, wanting to ensure I had properly knocked the wind out of you.
03:12 Anna_Cherrybomb: !attack
My attack missed.
03:12 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
03:13 Anna_Cherrybomb: (rolling to the crit damage on the body I missed)
03:13 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage body
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 damage. BODY down to 15.
03:21 MMA_Jane: I stare daggers up at you as I lie at your feet, curled in a tight ball. The skimpy blue lace of my thong sucking up between my full cheeks as I hold my midriff desperately trying to force air into my lungs. It's a lucky thing you took the time to let Natalie how you feel about the situation... I desperately needed those few seconds! You whip back around, luscious brown locks lashing through the perfumed cabin air, and I play possum for a few seconds longer. I'll never make it if I try to get to my feet... but maybe I can yank you off yours! You wind your leg up, and I LUNGE in towards your standing leg, trying to knock you off balance and take you down to the mats! mtc
03:21 MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. HP down to 61.
03:23 MMA_Jane: My arms wrap around your calf, and I give your leg a HARD shove! *THUMP!* Your gorgeous ass smacks against the padded floor. My arms are still clutched tight around your ankle as I raise my knee to my chest, toes drawn back. Like an archer drawing back a bow... then lash out with my heel, try to plunge it directly into the outline of your left areola, visible through your mesh teddy! "YAH!"
03:23 MMA_Jane: !boobshot
I go for your breasts! (Roll for boob attack)
03:23 MMA_Jane: !kick boobs
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 damage. BOOBS down to 2.
03:24 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. HP down to 53.
03:24 MMA_Jane: yt
03:27 Anna_Cherrybomb: I shouldn't have looked to Natalie. I shouldn't have let my fury get the better of me. In my rage, in my utter hatred for you, I had let my emotions take over and get the better of me, and once again, it had led to you taking control of the fight once again. I looked almost lost, like a deer in the headlights as you caught my standing leg, bringing me down to the mat, leaving me sitting there like an idiot upon my thick ass. I could only stare at you, bewildered by what had just happened, as you drew back your own leg, slamming your heel directly into my chest.
03:28 Anna_Cherrybomb: The sound of your foot thrusting against my breast left a loud echo moving through the open cabin, and it left me reeling, knocking me onto my back, twisting onto my side and clutching at my tit. Your strike earned you another cry of pain from my lips, and as I lay there, it was all I could do but to rub at my aching breast, trying to nurse some feeling back into it.
03:28 Anna_Cherrybomb: !recover boobs 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. BOOBS up to 7.
03:30 Anna_Cherrybomb: But with both of us on the ground, you were in just the position for me to give you a taste of your own medicine. As I rubbed at my hurting boob, I lifted my head and snarled towards you. My I drew my own knee towards myself, before letting it fire, trying to drive my own heel towards one of your own bigger, heavier tits!
03:30 Anna_Cherrybomb: !boobshot
My attack on your bosom misses its mark (roll for HP attack)
03:30 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. HP down to 71.
03:32 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
03:39 MMA_Jane: Even as I rub my still throbbing belly, your ankle gripped in my left hand, I just can't help myself. The sight of you sprawled out on your back, your hand caressing your throbbing breast draws a mischievous smirk to my lips, and I steal a glance over at Natalie and Elena. The former of whom is perched at the edge of her seat with a delightedly excited grin, her own breast cupped sympathetically in her palm. She's totally loving this. And I'm going to give her a show she's never going to forget! I glance back at you, seeing you cock your own leg back. And I know you're looking for revenge! I wince as your heel bounces hard off my rising arm, deflecting off into my shoulder. "UNGH!" I groan as the blow bowls me over, sending me skittering back from you towards the curved wall of the cabin! I scramble for me feet, rolling my elbow and rubbing the ache out of my shoulder, only to find you rising up as well. mtc
03:40 MMA_Jane: We square off again, circling, and I raise my fists in my thai fighting stance, dashing in and stamping my foot, feigning a hooking right hander to the jaw! "YAH!" mtc
03:40 MMA_Jane: !roll feint 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11
03:40 MMA_Jane: (reaction)
03:40 MMA_Jane: yt
03:42 Anna_Cherrybomb: As soon as you scoot away from me, I begin scrambling towards my own feet, knowing I need to get back up, knowing I can't just lie there. I rise up to a standing position just in time to see you rushing back towards me, and as you throw your big right hand towards me, I instinctively close my arms and raise my arms up to protect myself, trying to block your punch before it can nail me!
03:42 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
03:48 MMA_Jane: My fist whips out towards your face, my body twisting on the spot as my toes dig into the mats. 'Predictable,' I smirk under my breath as you immediately wall up with your forearms. A strong guard is great in a boxing ring, where all you can do is sock each other with big, puffy gloves. But this is no boxing ring! I lunge in towards you, taking advantage of your moment of blindness to sink my talons into your gorgeous, silky locks, WRENCHING your head downwards towards my hip level, trying to get you under control. So I can have my way with you! mtc
03:48 MMA_Jane: !roll 2d6+11
Roll the dice... ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 +11 = 17
03:52 MMA_Jane: "Ohmigawd!" Natalie squeaks in shock as I wrench your head down, my lips curled into a malevolent smirk. I flash her a wink over the heart-shaped curve of your butt as I wrangle you around by the hair, wrenching pained squeals and moans from your lips. She's getting the most amazing view of your ass as you totter, bent over, barely a couple of feet from her seat. I wrench you from left to right, then back, trying to force you to splay your legs apart...
03:52 MMA_Jane: !lowblow
I go for your vulnerable groin! (Roll for groin attack)
03:59 MMA_Jane: You struggle for balance as I wrench your head from side to side, widening your stance. My smirk takes on a sinister tint as I tug your head up a bit, just enough to see your feet. Your thick, widely parted thighs. And that juicy bulge in the base of your teddy, gift-wrapped in just a gossamer layer of lace. I set my feet, then glance up at the spectators. Elena's got that look in her eye, fingers tight around her glass, knowing exactly what's coming. But Natalie... oh dear, she's got no idea. Her eyes are locked on your gorgeous ass and plump bulge as they wave inches from her face. My thigh pulses and my abs crunch as I SNAP my foot off the ground, pointing the toes, then WHIP my instep up between your spread thighs, looking to hit you right where it hurts most!
03:59 MMA_Jane: !damage pussy
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. PUSSY down to 1.
03:59 MMA_Jane: !pain 4d4
You are in pain and take ☒ 1 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 8 damage. HP down to 45.
03:59 MMA_Jane: yt
04:02 Anna_Cherrybomb: I couldn't believe I was stupid enough to fall for your feint. I could only scream out as you grabbed my hair, hating the sensation of another woman pulling on my long locks more than almost anything. My own hands flew up, grabbing at your wrists, trying to pull your grip loose, but it was in vain. I could only weakly struggle against you as you forced me to double over in front of you, forced me to bend over with my plump ass pointing up in the air towards Elena and Natalie. I knew how this had to look to them. I knew that you had been in control for most of this fight, and as you worked me into position for your devious next move, I knew that the two of them had to be thinking less of me. I knew how pathetic I must have seemed at that moment to them.
04:06 Anna_Cherrybomb: And then...then came your kick, your awful, terrible kick. Your foot slammed into my womanhood, striking my bulge dead on. It was at that moment that a scream exploded my my lips, louder and more shrill than any noise I had made yet in our fight, as my hands fell from your arms and my entire body seemed to collapse. I ended up in a limp heap in front of you, my breath ragged and tired, wailing out sweet little cries of pain as you held my head up, holding tight onto my chocolatey hair, and at this moment you must have looked like the most powerful, unstoppable Amazon alive to everyone on the flight who was watching.
04:13 MMA_Jane: *WHAP!* My instep smacks into your mound, toes wrapping around and pressing into you ass, setting your cheeks jiggling! Natalie gasps in shock, nearly dropping her drink as she wraps a hand around the crotch of her sharp designer slacks. "Oh gawd, she can DO THAT?!" Natalie gasps over at Elena with a wide-eyed stare. And Elena just smirks, favoring the client with one of her knowing looks. "We pride ourselves in exploiting every opening," she purrs, giving her glass a little swirl, then catching Natalie's eye. "If your competitors leave their weaknesses exposed, would you hesitate?" Elena turns back to me, favoring me with a conspiratorial wink and a sly grin. I stand before you as you sink limp to your knees, giving my honey blonde mane a toss. Proud, powerful, and utterly in control as you tend to your aching vulnerability! yt
04:16 Anna_Cherrybomb: I sat there in front of you, my body limp, my womanhood aching like it had never ached before. I could hear Elena's words, and I could only imagine what Natalie's expression looked like at that moment. If I hadn't looked weak and pathetic before, I certainly did now, especially with what seemed like an unbeatable gladiatrix standing over me, tall and powerful and radiant, no doubt enjoying every single little moment of my suffering.
04:18 Anna_Cherrybomb: Part of me wanted to give up. Part of me couldn't take this anymore, this pain and this humiliation, and I slowly began to try and raise my head, inwardly debating over whether or not to submit to you or not. I was in the worst spot possible, and if this continued, who knew what you could have still had planned for me? But...as I lifted my gaze, I saw it, I saw your own mound directly in front of me, your thighs spread wide open giving me the perfect target. I knew at that moment I couldn't give up yet, not when I had such a tantalizing sight in front of me, tempting me like the forbidden fruit of Eden.
04:19 Anna_Cherrybomb: Before I even knew what was happening, the fingers of one of my hands began to curl, closing into a tight fist. I stared at your womanhood for a few seconds, gathering my strength, letting my fury towards you build up. I could feel it inside of me, all of my anger, all of my hatred, all of my embarrassment at everything you had done to me thus far. There was nothing I wanted more than to bring you down, to pay you back for this beating and this humiliation, and as the seconds ticked by, I finally reached a breaking point.
04:21 Anna_Cherrybomb: With a furious, bloodcurdling scream, my arm suddenly snapped upwards. My fist swung straight up between your legs, as I fired off a swift and angry shot straight towards your pussy, a great big low blow backed up by all of my negative emotions towards you: my hate, my fury, and all of my rage!
04:21 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage pussy
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. PUSSY down to -5.
04:21 Anna_Cherrybomb: !pain 10d4
You are in pain and take ☒ 4 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 28 damage. HP down to 43.
04:22 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage body
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚅ 6 = 9 damage. BODY down to 6.
04:23 Anna_Cherrybomb: (react <3)
04:23 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
04:23 MMA_Jane: (you bitch! <3)
04:24 Anna_Cherrybomb: (You know you love it!)
04:25 MMA_Jane: (Fuuuuuuuuck I do!)
04:31 MMA_Jane: "So... what happens if someone gets hit there?" Natalie gasps, her lips turning up in a smile as I stand proudly over you, thick gams powerfully spread, still holding you down, but let's face it, it's not taking too much effort right now. Showing off the total control I've got over you. "Well, we find out if Anna's woman enough to fight through it," Elena purrs with a little smirk, and I turn my attention away from preening for the crowd, looking back down to you. Just in time to see your fist swing up between my thighs! My heart stops in my chest, and everything moves in slow motion for one, long, horrible fraction of a second! *THWACK!* Your knuckles squish into the base of the meaty bulge in my tiny blue lace bottoms, your middle knuckle perfectly finding the center of my slit. Your fist DRIVES up, crushing my soft, velvety folds, stopping only when it pins my sensitive clit between your vicious punch and my pelvic bone! My entire body jerks up as the blow lifts me to my tiptoes. mt
04:31 MMA_Jane: mtc*
04:35 MMA_Jane: My body reacts automatically, folding at the hips, hands shooting down to wrap around and clutch my mound as my muscles turn to jelly. *THUMP-WHUMP!* My thick ass smacks into the mats, then my back, my knees coming up still bent. The soles of my feet wave in your face, toes curled. And then the fog breaks, the shock subsides... and the pain rolls in. GAWD! The pain! "OHHHHHHHHH!" I wail, venting the last of my oxygen into the cabin as I arch my back, writhing from side to side with my honey blonde mane fanned out like a halo around my head! yt
04:39 Anna_Cherrybomb: As you went down, hitting the mats and letting out your loud, agony-filled scream, I rose up to my knees, staring down at you with an almost expressionless face. There was no fury visible, all of it having been channeled into my crotch shot. No signs of embarrassment, no telltale hints of rage or disdain. It was simply the look of a hunter, staring down at the prey who had given her so much trouble, who had almost eluded her, finally being put down into her place. With a single, well-timed shot, I had closed the gap between us, shattering the unstoppable aura you had cultivated during this fight, reducing you to a writhing, gibbering mess.
04:47 Anna_Cherrybomb: I stared at you for a moment longer, then began to slide forwards. My hands came down, grabbing your body to force you onto your back, so that I could slip onto you, taking a seat on your stomach. I gave my hips a few twists as I did so, my large buttocks grinding down against you as I made myself comfortable, mounting your body as I prepared for what I had planned next.
04:47 Anna_Cherrybomb: (using an action for the automatic hold there)
04:54 Anna_Cherrybomb: This was no longer about just beating you. More than anything, I had to destroy you now. I had to take you apart. I had to completely and utterly dismantle you and hurt you in every way I could think of, not just for Elena and Natalie, but for myself, so that I would have the knowledge that I had turned the tables on you and given you just as much as you had given me, so that I would have the satisfaction of dominating and humiliating you in every way I knew...and I knew exactly where I wanted to begin. As I took my position atop of you, my eyes were naturally drawn to your chest, those huge, heaving tits, barely contained by the lace of your top, those beautiful breasts that had captured my gaze again and again. I wanted to decimate them, to pay you back for your repeated attacks upon my own chest, and I was going to start right now!
04:54 Anna_Cherrybomb: I raised an arm, cocking it back, my fingers curling into that tight fist again, gathering my strength as I dropped a heavy, stiff punch straight down towards your right tit, trying to crush it under the weight of my strike.
04:54 Anna_Cherrybomb: !boobshot
My attack on your bosom misses its mark (roll for HP attack)
04:55 Anna_Cherrybomb: (~_~)
04:55 MMA_Jane: (I'm squirming REAL GOOD right now! *mwah*)
04:55 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 3 damage. HP down to 40.
04:56 Anna_Cherrybomb: But despite everything, I was still tired, and I was still hurting, and even with you pinned beneath my body, my aim was off. My fist dropped down, glancing against your shoulder before striking the mat beside you. My head dropped down afterwards, and I began to breath slowly, feeling my fatigue starting to catch back up to me.
04:56 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
05:04 MMA_Jane: "Unnnhhh... ohhhhh my pussy!" I mewl, my fingertips squash into the base of my bottoms as I cup my throbbing sex. I try to resist, but my body has a mind of its own as you pin my hips down beneath yours, trapping my hands in place. "No!" I squeal plaintively, my cheeks flushing scarlet at how this must look. I had you right where I wanted you. I'd beaten you down, humiliated you, and utterly dominated you right in front of Natalie's eyes. And in a single moment of carelessness, you'd wrenched it all back, reducing me to a squirming, moaning mess! You tower over me, your mussed up chocolatey hair dangling down on either side of me, and you wind up a shot! It's all I can do to squirm to the side, as your errant shot glances off my shoulder. "You BITCH!" I hiss between pained moans! mtc
05:04 MMA_Jane: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 5 damage. PUSSY up to 0.
05:06 MMA_Jane: My left protectively clasps my mound as I writhe beneath you, trying to free my right hand, to wrench it out from beneath us. But my body just will NOT cooperate, as the aching and throbbing between my thighs refuses to subside! It's like the blow drained all the strength from my body, as my bosom heaves beneath you, glistening with a sheen of sweat. I stare up at you with parted lips, seeing my own reflection in your big brown eyes. Staring up at you, defiance still glimmering in mine.
05:06 MMA_Jane: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 damage. PUSSY up to 4.
05:06 MMA_Jane: yt
05:13 Anna_Cherrybomb: You stare up at me, and I stare right back down at you, that predatory look still shining in my eyes. "Better a bitch than a whore..." I snarled back down at you, exhaustion in my voice but my tone still remaining strong. "I'm going...I'm going to ruin you..." I continued, bringing my hand up again towards your chest. This time, instead of going for another tired punch, my fingertips spread, as I tried to grab your tit, trying to dig my fingertips into the flesh of your breast.
05:13 Anna_Cherrybomb: !boobshot
I go for your breasts! (Roll for boob attack)
05:13 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage boobs 1d8
You take ☒ 4 damage. BOOBS down to 12.
05:15 Anna_Cherrybomb: I grabbed on tight, squeezing your right tit as hard as I could, letting my sharp fingernails dig into your skin. "Scream for me!" I shouted, my hand wide as I squeezed down on that giant breast. "Writhe and scream like the little bitch you are!"
05:15 Anna_Cherrybomb: My other hand came up, reaching for your other breast, and I would do very much the same, grabbing for it, trying to roughly knead and massage it within my grasp.
05:15 Anna_Cherrybomb: !boobshot
I go for your breasts! (Roll for boob attack)
05:15 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage boobs 1d8
You take ☒ 1 damage. BOOBS down to 11.
05:22 MMA_Jane: "AHHH! Get OFF my BOOBS!" I shriek from beneath you, my legs flailing and kicking at the mats as I writhe beneath you. My bosom flares with searing pain as your fingers dig into my G-cups, squeezing and mauling my tender orbs. I twist my body, trying to at least make it harder. Thank goodness, my blue VS bra offers a lot of support. No doubt that's saved me a lot of pain! But gawd, my chest throbs already, and I can't let you keep going like this. I can't bear the thought of howling my submission. Not in front of this audience! I wrench my right hand free, reaching around you and trying to seize a handful of your silky locks, hoping to give your hair a fierce YANK while your hands are tied up with my bosom! mtc
05:22 MMA_Jane: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. HP down to 38.
05:24 MMA_Jane: (reaction) yt
05:26 Anna_Cherrybomb: I held your tits tight, squeezing them with as much force as I could muster, as if I was trying to pop them like ballons in my hands! My fingertips dug in deep, trying to cause as much pain as possible, but then...AGAIN! Again with the hairpulling! I cried out in a mix of pain and frustration as I felt you grabbing my long hair, and as you suddenly yanked on my locks, my head jerked to the side, and my grip naturally came loose from your chest, leaving me more than a little unbalanced atop you.
05:26 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
05:29 MMA_Jane: "You're... uuuunhhh... gonna PAY!" I hiss, with virtually none of the poise I'd spent most of this flight projecting. I've lost control. Completely. And I need to get it back. With a little luck, I'll look good doing it, but I can't LOSE! I wedge my knee under the inside of your thigh as you rise up, off balance, and give you a shove, trying to push you the rest of the way over. And as you go, I draw my left palm up from between us and LASH out with a hard open-handed strike, trying to smack the heel of my palm into your right breast as you keel over to the side! "Take THIS!" I grunt! mtc
05:29 MMA_Jane: !boobshot
I go for your breasts! (Roll for boob attack)
05:30 MMA_Jane: !punch boobs
My punch connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3 damage. BOOBS down to 4.
05:30 MMA_Jane: yt
05:40 Anna_Cherrybomb: I land on my side, laying beside you, only for your to slam your palm right into my tit again. It was already aching before, but another strike to it left it just absolutely hurting. I grunted loudly in pain, but quickly fired back, shooting off a punch of my own back towards your own tit.
05:40 Anna_Cherrybomb: !boobshot
My attack on your bosom misses its mark (roll for HP attack)
05:41 Anna_Cherrybomb: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. HP down to 36.
05:44 Anna_Cherrybomb: I miss my mark though, my fist glancing off of your shoulder again, my shot wild and reckless as you had forced me over. Starting to feel my earlier desperation creeping back up again, I swung out wildly, aiming another punch towards you. I didn't have a particular target in mind, I was just throwing out a punch, trying to hit you wherever I could in hopes of keeping the momentum even between us.
05:44 Anna_Cherrybomb: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. HP down to 29.
05:44 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
02:34 MMA_Jane: You lash out at me like an animal. And nothing is more dangerous than a wounded animal. "NO!" I hiss, protecting my bosom from another attack, then GROAN, backpedaling as your fist lashes against my exposed ribs! A searing ruddy spot glares angrily against my tanned skin, eyes narrowing to slits as I untangle myself from you and scramble to a stand. My body glistens with sweat. It slides down my flushed cheeks in slender little rivulets. Soaks into the gossamer lace of my powder blue VS two-piece. Translucent fingerprints adorn the bra, where you so cruelly pressed the fabric into my twins, soaking it. And a translucent patch covers the bulge in my bottoms, still throbbing with every step, forcing me to stand a bit bow-legged, as we slowly circle again. I glance over at Natalie, and she's looking on with the most intense stare. The end is near. For both of us. And this may be the first time she's witnessing this particularly peculiar aspect of L&L tradition... but she can tell, too
02:34 MMA_Jane: mtc
02:42 MMA_Jane: My feet whisper against pads dotted and streaked with smeared sweat. And perhaps other bodily fluids... or at least mine. My nipples stand at attention, painfully digging into the lace, and my mound is just dripping, pulsing with more than just pain. I don't know what it is about these little... contests. But they always awaken something deep within me. Something primal, that stays tucked away in a corner when we're all pretending to be "civilized." Elena understands this. L&L understands it. It's why we're so good at what we do. Our ads embrace the animal we all have inside us, pacing restlessly along the edges of our various cages. But it's not enough to win. No. To draw Natalie off the boring, well-trodden path you have her trotting, to have her follow me through the uncharted forests of innovation, I need to do more than win. I need to dominate you. Make it look like there could have been no other outcome. And that... entails a certain amount of risk. mtc
02:50 MMA_Jane: We both know that you're not the one with something to prove here. I can wear you down by inches and still lose. I calm my nerves, circling the edge of our little cage. A tiny ring of foam pads, in an only slightly larger tin can six and a half miles up in the sky. My eyes flit to the wings, watching for movement. Rock steady, right out to the wingtips. And I carefully balance my weight. You'll see it coming, if I'm obvious. If I don't mask it well. I can tell from your big, brown eyes that you know SOMETHING is coming. My heart pounds like a drum, eyes scanning up and down your body, looking for the gap. You take a step, and I make my move! A rapid step forwards with my right foot, feinting a right jab as I switch to southpaw, hoping you'll back up as I coil my body... then UNLEASH it like a spring as I twist the other way! I launching my left foot off the mats, shin swinging out like a baseball bat in a vicious left roundhouse that'll whirl me a full 360 if I miss! "YAAAAAH!" mtc
02:51 MMA_Jane: !kick 3d7
My kick connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 6 = 15 damage. HP down to 23.
02:51 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 = 7 damage. BODY down to 3.
02:51 MMA_Jane: (reaction) yt
02:52 Anna_Cherrybomb: (Jesus!)
02:53 MMA_Jane: (*wink*)
02:54 Anna_Cherrybomb: The two of us circle around each other, one careful step at a time, neither of us wanting to back down, both of us knowing the end is near. One wrong move is all it will take to finish this for one of us, one misstep or mistake is all it'll take to move this fight to its final moments.
02:56 Anna_Cherrybomb: And...that mistake is mine to make. Just like before, I end up falling for your feint! Your right fist swings towards me, and I instinctively raise my arms to protect myself, leaving my midsection completely unprotected as your leg twists around, slamming into my stomach. With wide and disbelieving eyes I lurch forward, the air pushed out of my lungs as I double over towards you. My hands come up, clutching at my gut, leaving me wide open and defenseless for whatever brutal attack you have planned next for me. yt
03:03 MMA_Jane: *THAPP!* The impact echoes around the cabin, followed by the sharp hiss of a dozen shocked, stunned gasps taken all at once! The copilot grabs a stewardess' arm in shock, and the stewardess didn't even notice, so busy was she covering her mouth. My shin wedges into your midriff as you double over in agony, on tottering feet. Your bosom dangles against your teddy, hanging straight down, and a little malevolent glint twinkles in my eyes. I can tell, I only have seconds before you drop. But, as I bring my foot back down, I make an effort to move smoothly. To make eye contact with Natalie as I set my feet. Then... "SHHHA!" I LASH out for your bosom with a snapping front kick, hoping to slam my shin into your left breast and my bare instep into your right as you collapse! mtc
03:03 MMA_Jane: !boobshot
My attack on your bosom misses its mark (roll for HP attack)
03:03 MMA_Jane: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. HP down to 18.
03:03 MMA_Jane: yt
03:07 Anna_Cherrybomb: I'm wide open, I'm a sitting duck for you to finish off, for you to do with as you will, but...you just had to get distracted. You just had to turn your gaze towards Natalie, making eye contact with her. It was there, in that brief moment of distraction, that I made my move.
03:09 Anna_Cherrybomb: As your leg snapped up towards me, as you threw that would-be-devastating kick towards my chest, my arms came up to protect myself, just in time to block the kick. The impact with my arms still stung, earning you a hiss of pain through my gritted teeth, but I sucked it up, and before your leg could drop back down, my hands reached out for it, grabbing it tightly, keeping it close to myself. I then raised my head, glaring towards you, that familiar fury in my eyes as I suddenly twisted my arms around, twisting your leg in my grip, trying to send you down to the floor again.
03:09 Anna_Cherrybomb: !throw
My move connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. HP down to 20.
03:10 Anna_Cherrybomb: (reaction)
03:10 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
03:24 MMA_Jane: *CLAP!* My leg swings up into your body. Gracefully. Nonchalantly. And far too slow. I thought that kick to your belly would have dropped you. How wrong I was! My eyes flash wide as you cinch a grip around my leg, and the world flips in an instant as you slam my back down into the mats! "UNGH!" I groan as my back thumps hard into the ground, writhing in your grasp and trying to kick free! So much for fucking elegance... mtc
03:24 MMA_Jane: yt
03:28 Anna_Cherrybomb: Your back struck the mats at my feet, and as you kicked up at me, I dropped your leg, not wanting to try and hold onto it while you were flailing around like a fish out of the water. I had bigger plans in mind than to try holding onto that long, bare leg of yours anyway, much bigger. I knew your weakness. I knew the one place I could strike you and take you back out of the game again...and this time, I planned on fully capitalizing on that weak point after I attacked it.
03:31 Anna_Cherrybomb: My eyes naturally were drawn in-between your legs, to your mound, to that moist spot right between your thighs. That spot, that I had hammered so hard before, that I had expunged all of my rage into a decisive blow again...it had to still be hurting. Your womanhood had to still be aching, still be sore, still be absolutely killing you, and being the hungry predator that I was, I was more than willing to prey on that weakness. I was more than willing to destroy your womanhood if it meant putting you down for good.
03:32 Anna_Cherrybomb: I drew my leg back, and with a deep breath, I swung it straight towards you, my foot flying towards your crotch, slicing through the air with a stiff, soccer styled kick aimed directly as your warm, barely-covered pussy.
03:32 Anna_Cherrybomb: !lowblow
I go for your vulnerable groin! (Roll for groin attack)
03:33 Anna_Cherrybomb: !attack pussy
My attack missed.
03:36 Anna_Cherrybomb: (rerolling because I messed up the attack roll)
03:36 Anna_Cherrybomb: !attack pussy 2d6+4
My attack missed.
03:36 Anna_Cherrybomb: (... :| )
03:36 MMA_Jane: (they REALLY don't want you to get that roll!)
03:37 MMA_Jane: (*giggles, rubbing my fingers*)
03:37 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
03:37 Anna_Cherrybomb: (You had better roll for the kill, blondie. ;) )
03:51 MMA_Jane: I struggle and writhe in your grasp, a little shocked that you let go of my ankle right when you had me trapped. But then... I catch your gaze. Or, more accurately, follow it. And my jaw drops, stopping mid-gasp as the blood freezes in my veins. You're going to hit me there again! That delicate, tender spot where you know I can't take it. Still throbbing and seething from your vicious knee. Make me writhe all over the mats, pathetic and helpless, with my hands wrapped around my womanhood. My humiliation clear for all to see! And I'm so frozen in shock, paralyzed by fear that I almost let you fucking do it! Your dropping my ankle was a godsend as I snap to reality, my emerald gaze hardening, wide eyes snapping to furious, glinting slits. "SHHHH!" I hiss as my core tightens and twists, whipping my hips over to the left, folding my left leg at the knee. *CLACK!* Your instep smashes against my shin, wrenching a hissing wince from my lips. I'm fucking sure that stung you like hell, too! mtc
03:53 MMA_Jane: With a ferocious glare up at you, I draw my left foot back, ignoring the throbbing pain pulsing through my shin. I draw it up to my chest, then SNAP it out, aiming to smack my heel hard into your shinbone, looking to make it REALLY smart! mtc
03:53 MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 12.
03:58 MMA_Jane: *POP!* The blow connects flush, and I can see the shock in your eyes! My heart pounds as I feel the full weight the next few seconds carry bearing down on my chest. Crushing me. Blurring my vision. And I fight through it as your foot flies out behind you, dropping to a lunging kneel! I want to make you hurt. To watch you squirm. The way you made me squirm, in front of everyone. And as you drop to a splay-legged kneel, I draw my foot back again, and my eyes lock onto the plump bulge at the base of your suit! mtc
03:58 MMA_Jane: !lowblow
My low blow attempt fails.
03:58 MMA_Jane: yt
03:58 Anna_Cherrybomb: (Ooooops!)
03:58 MMA_Jane: (O_O)
04:10 Anna_Cherrybomb: Your heel slammed straight into my shin, earning you yet another one of those sweet cries of pain, emerging past my lips like the first notes of the song that would herald your victory. My leg snapped out behind me, and I dropped down into that kneeling position in front of you, once against set up like a helpless sitting duck, once again the perfect target for you to try and finish off. But...you got greedy. You just had to try and get your payback on me. You just had to try and take more than you should have.
04:12 Anna_Cherrybomb: I raised my head, and I saw the look in your eyes. I could tell just where your gaze was aimed. I knew exactly what you wanted to do. We were of similar minds, you and I, and I realized I had precious few seconds to try and stop what was about to happen.
04:14 Anna_Cherrybomb: My world seemed to slow to a crawl as I watched your leg drawing back, watched you gathering your strength for the kick that would end me. In that dwindling time before the end, my own eyes moved towards your own mound, not far from my own face, and I knew what I had to try and do, one more time, one more attempt to stop you. My own strength gathered in my fist, and before you could fire off that kick, my arm shot up, one last desperate attempt at a low blow aimed directly for your mount.
04:14 Anna_Cherrybomb: !lowblow
I go for your vulnerable groin! (Roll for groin attack)
04:15 Anna_Cherrybomb: !attack pussy 2d6+4
My attack missed.
04:16 Anna_Cherrybomb: (react)
04:16 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
04:21 MMA_Jane: Time moves in slow motion when you're running on adrenaline. Even slower when you're running out of it. My muscles ache and throb. Breath forcing its way into and out of my lungs in shallow, quick huffs. A few stray strands of honey-blonde dangle and quiver before my eyes. Irritating! But... I can't summon the energy to even tuck them back! It takes me a second to realize, as I draw my leg up, that I'm never going to get to throw this kick. That despite the pain, you're already a step ahead of me. And that your mind has gone to that same, vicious place mine did. But this time, I'm not frozen in fear. Fuck, I'm too exhausted for fear. And awkwardly perched on a knee, you're too slow to drive the blow home in time, either. You lunge in, desperation filling those big, lovely brown eyes. And I twist again, giving up my attack to bat the blow aside as I kneel before you. I hunch over, palms resting in my knees, staring you right in the eye. yt
04:25 Anna_Cherrybomb: The two of us sit there before each other, time seeming to stop as we gaze into each other's eyes, the world around us vanishing. There's no plane, no stewardesses, no Elena or Natalie. There's just me, and you, and all of the emotions between us. Nothing exists but the hate, and the passion, and the disdain, and the rivalry, and dare I say it, the lust. Nothing left in the world but me, and you, and a single burning desire to see this thing to completion, no matter what the outcome may end up being.
04:27 Anna_Cherrybomb: I stare at you, my big brown eyes filled with desperation and want and fury. My breath is hard and slow and ragged, my chest heaving in and out with every lungful of air I take. My body is dripping with sweat, glimmering under the bright lights above. Finally, after what felt like hours but must have only been seconds, I let out a loud, exhausted scream, raising my arm to slap you squarely across your face. "I HATE YOU!"
04:27 Anna_Cherrybomb: !attack
My attack missed.
04:27 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
04:36 MMA_Jane: It feels like an eternity. As our knees press into the mats. Faces barely a foot apart. Staring into each others' eyes. The dull roar of the plane's air conditioner mingles with the rhythmic hum of the engines. The soft roar of air ripping along the windows at some five hundred miles per hour joins the symphony. And it all fades into the irrelevant background, as our heaving, panting breaths fall into sync. My eyes caress the sharp, elegance of your cheekbones. Contrasted so nicely with the fullness of your cheeks. The way your body so effortlessly straddles the line between pleasingly slender, powerfully muscular, and so explosively voluptuous. It's uncanny. But... I can see why VS chose you. And why Natalie placed so much stock in what YOU thought for so long. My tongue flicks out, moistening my parted, panting lips. And the room quakes with a ferocious scream! mtc
04:39 MMA_Jane: It's like snapping out of a reverie. A little island of calm between the fight that was, and that which would be. The eye of the storm. I spring up as you do, rising up to my knees, closing the gap as you raise your palm. Honestly, I don't even know what you said, but I'm sure it wasn't nice. Your hand whips out, but my face isn't there anymore, as I lunge in towards you, bowling my exhausted, battered body into yours, hands outstretched, fingers poised in malevolent claws as I grasp for your bosom! mtc
04:39 MMA_Jane: !boobshot
My attack on your bosom misses its mark (roll for HP attack)
04:39 MMA_Jane: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. HP down to 8.
04:44 MMA_Jane: We land in a messy tangle of limbs and whipping hair, my palms clapping into your shoulders, sending both of us tumbling down onto the mats! I groan, landing vaguely on top of you. At least I think I'm on top of you! The vertigo is real, and it feels like I'm about to fall right over! Maybe the plane banked to the side... but I don't even know which way to look to find a window right this second! I scamper onto you, trying to crawl my way up. Your breath wafts hot and heavy over my throat. I'm definitely on top of you now! And I try to stay there, to press my full bosom onto your gasping lips before you can catch your breath, to just pin you down beneath me for long enough to make you panic and tap out! mtc
04:44 MMA_Jane: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to -1.
04:44 MMA_Jane: yt
04:48 Anna_Cherrybomb: I swing my arm towards you, wanting nothing more than to slap the shit out of your mouth, wanting to smack you senseless...but as I swing wild, you're no longer there. You're gone, out of my direct sight, and before I can even consider gazing around to find you...it's too late. Your body slams into my own, your hands thrusting into my shoulders, sending me down to the mats. I quickly try to get up, to sit up, but you're right *there* atop of me, weighing me down, and I can't find the strength to get you off. I can't find the energy to even try to force you off of me, or to try and roll the two of us over, or to try and do anything. I'm completely spent. Despite all my posturing and posing, despite my big, defiant words, I've got nothing left in my tank. I'm done for, and everyone on board knows it.
04:51 Anna_Cherrybomb: I try to open my mouth, wanting to cry out, wanting to let out a frustrated wail, but...again, you're *right there*, still a step ahead of me, still proving yourself my better, proving yourself the superior woman between us. Those breasts, those full, beautiful breasts that I had admired and longed for and hated, those soft, heaving tits that had caught my eye so many times before...they would now be my doom as you gave me a close, personal meeting with them. My world quickly turned to black, as those heavenly breasts pushed down into my face, covering my mouth and my lips, cutting off my air supply as you trapped me between them, trapped me within a tight, sweaty smother.
04:53 Anna_Cherrybomb: My lungs began to burn. My body began to weakly writhe beneath your own, my heels tapping at the mats as I struggled beneath you. I wanted to raise my arms, I wanted to grab at you, to pull your hair, to dig my fingernails into your body, to do something, ANYTHING to fight back, but...again, I was spent. You had pushed me to my absolute limit, and then beyond, leaving me a sweat-soaked, exhausted wreck of a woman. Again, I had nothing left. I was done for. I knew it. You knew it. Elena and Natalie knew it. This fight was over, and now I had a decision to make: live with the humiliation of being smothered out beneath those divine tits of yours, or live with the humiliation of you forcing me to submit...?
04:55 Anna_Cherrybomb: As much as I hated to admit it, you had beat me. You had proved yourself the better woman, and as much as it killed me, as much I knew I would never live it down, I at least had enough dignity left to admit you had bested me. My eyes fluttered close, and with the last of my remaining energy, one of my hands lifted up and off of the mats, slowly, weakly tapping out in submission, finally admitting my defeat after the long, agonizing hell that we had put each other through.
04:55 Anna_Cherrybomb: yt
05:06 MMA_Jane: I can feel it all so clearly. Your frantically blinking lashes, tickling the soft, sensitive skin of my cleavage. Your moist lips, gasping, sucking for air, but finding none, fully enveloped in my bosom's pillowy embrace. The weak, yet desperate writhing and squirming of your hips, the feeble pressure of your palms against my body. The smacking of your heels, your feet, against the mats. It's all so crystal clear. I splay my knees wide, pressing my hips down into your heaving, pulsing belly to keep you pinned down. Seconds tick by. Seconds that feel like hours, as I feel your struggling wane in intensity. Another burst of frantic, but depleted energy. Then you're spent again. I wrap my arms around your head, your silky, chocolatey locks teasing my face. I breathe in... and gawd, you smell delightful! Your belly bumps and grinds against my soaked mound, and my thoughts wander to more sensual places. 'Focus! Almost there!' a little voice calls out, with just enough authority. mtc
05:11 MMA_Jane: My mind snaps back to something like the present, as I cinch down the hold. Pressing your face in just a little tighter, and pressing in with my elbows on the sides of my bosom. Making sure there's no way out... except to give in. "You're done, Anna. You're finished!" I hiss, loud enough for you, and only you to hear. Hell, my body burns from the exertion of holding you here! I can't imagine what you must feel like, struggling and straining! You certainly put up a hell of a fight. Much more of one than I was ready for! Finally, at long last, your fingers flutter against my side. And I don't waste a second; I'm not looking to torture you, after all. Just to defeat you, to dominate you, completely and utterly. mtc
05:17 MMA_Jane: I take a deep breath, settling my exhausted expression into something close to serenity as I straighten back up onto my haunches, resting my butt on your heaving belly as I give my luscious mane a toss over onto my back, raising both hands to run my fingers through it, eyes still softly shut. My eyelids flick open, and it all rushes back in at once. The dully roaring wind. The droning engines. The tastefully scented cabin air, albeit, mixed in now with a distinctly sweet musk. And a trilling staccato of applause up and down the cabin. An exhausted, but delighted smile tugs at my lips as Natalie rises up from her seat, clapping with glee. I can relate... I remember the first time I saw one of these fights. It's an infectious sort of excitement, your very first time. And it never truly goes away! She offers me her palms, and I happily take them, as she helps me up to my feet, pirouetting on the spot to proudly raise my hand. mtc
05:20 MMA_Jane: Our eyes lock for a second. And I'm all but sure, my little scheme paid off. Months of planning, of looking for an opening. Weeks of subterfuge and skullduggery just to get me on this plane. Finesse and sleight of hand, to rearrange the seating assignments just so... without you noticing. And now... VS is all but mine to take. "So...," I purr with a little smirk, mischief twinkling in my eyes as I glance back down at you, still lying, panting at our feet. "What shall we do with the lovely Ms. Cherrybomb?" yt
05:26 Anna_Cherrybomb: As you rose up off of me, as you peeled those sweat-slick tits from my face, my body arched upwards, almost violently sucking in air to refill my empty, burning lungs. I soon collapsed back to the mats though, my legs spread wide, my arms sprawled to the sides of my body. My head soon rolled to the side as well, my eyes closed completely as I just...laid there, listening to the applause that you had earned, listening to the workers on the plane cheering for you, and most importantly listening to the sound of Natalie climbing to her feet to personally congratulate you. I could feel the blush in my cheeks, my face, burning a bright red, as bright as the lipstick upon Elena's lips. This was the ultimate humiliation. I had thrown everything I had at you. I had come out swinging, sacrificing my body and my pride and my career in an attempt to bring you, my biggest rival down, and I had failed.
05:28 Anna_Cherrybomb: Everything was over for me, and the worst part was that we still had several hours left in the plane ride. Several long, excruciating hours, where I would be forced to listen to you and Natalie and Elena discuss buisness. Several agonizing hours where I would have to live with the humiliation of everyone on board looking at me with the knowledge that I had lost, the knowledge that when it matter the most, I couldn't go the distance, I couldn't do the one thing I had sworn to do. All of your planned, all of your political maneuvering...you had outplayed me in business and outskilled me in the fight, and now all I could do was just lie there, worn down to nothing, knowing that you had bested me in every way, shape, and form possible.
05:31 Anna_Cherrybomb: But then...then came those words, those sultry, teasing words, sending a shiver down my spine. There came your question, the inquisition on what was to be done with me, and I knew that my humiliation hadn't ended yet. You still had plans in mind for me, and I had no doubt Elena was going to let you exercise those plans, if only to see what you would do with your defeated rival. I couldn't deny the fear creeping through my body at the sound of those words, the panic gathering within a knot centered in my heart. I was fucked, in every way possible, and I could do nothing but pray that you would be merciful towards me, even if just a little...but knowing that I wouldn't have been as such if the positions were reversed, I had a feeling that I was in for a hell of a time in my immediate future.

Published: 2022-02-06, viewed 146 times.