Female Dice Fighters

Darent_the_Gladiator: I have created the private room #Kessa_vs_Darent.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I have invited @Kessa_of_Hyboria to join #Kessa_vs_Darent.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !set FDF
Loaded @Darent_the_Gladiator's Female Dice Fight stats.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !reset pussy
@Darent_the_Gladiator's PUSSY is reset.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !set testicles 5
@Darent_the_Gladiator's TESTICLES is set to 5 / 5

Darent_the_Gladiator: !reset boobs
@Darent_the_Gladiator's BOOBS is reset.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !set FDF
Loaded @Kessa_of_Hyboria's Female Dice Fight stats.

Darent_the_Gladiator: The crowd cheers in excitement as the final battle is about to begin, two of the best gladiators were about to fight each other in this main event of the evening! The arena was a circular pit with stone walls and two entrances on each side. The first metallic door opens and Darent steps in. The crowd cheers as I take a couple steps forward and flex my muscles to show off, then I wave to the crowd and loosen up some while waiting for my opponent to enter. I was wearing a leather loincloth and sandals only

Kessa_of_Hyboria: The Grand Colosseum. The largest tournament arena for hundreds of miles. The jewel of the Great City of Python, capital of Acheron. All roads lead to Python... and if one were to consult a map of Python, they would see all of those roads converging, like spokes around a wheel hub, to the ring-road encircling the Coliseum. For many, it was the center of the known universe. And to the Empress officiating this final battle, her pride and joy. Fighting, and especially hand-to-hand combat, is more than a pastime in this realm. It is a way of life. And it's not just the peasant rabble that howls and screams with glee and dismay as they watch their favorites battle for dominance. No... the noblemen and women too, all the way up to the Empress herself. There is no better way to win her gaze--and a life of luxury and leisure--than to prevail in the fighting pits beneath her eyes. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I smirk as you preen waving to the crowd. Playing to them. I suppose you live for the attention. I cast my gaze up to the Imperial balcony, little traces of glimmering gold gleaming against my hazel irises as my eyes catch the sun's searing glare. I shield my eyes with a hand, spotting the Empress, hobnobbing with her inner circle. She's not looking at either of us... yet. But I aim to change that. I stretch my arms out, flexing my toned and battle-hardened shoulders. My rippled belly glimmers with a sheen of sweat from my warmup. I raise a knee nearly up to my heaving bosom, my breasts straining against triangles of leather, bulging out at the sides. I rotate my hips, pivoting my knee out. The little leather cross-hatched straps of my sandals dig into my bulging calves as I stretch my hips. The skimpy leather strip of my loincloth stretches taut across my meaty mound, forming a plump cameltoe as my lips puff out around it. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Sex is a weapon... and a tool to be noticed by. And I use it liberally.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I take a good look at your body from head to toes as you do your ritual pose, enjoying every second of it. I get a confident smile on my face and crack my fingers "Well, well, well... ready to be broken?" I say in a confident tone as the crowd cheers even louder now, people eager to see the start of this battle! I take a couple of steps forward and secure a good fighting stance. I wasn't keen on doing any facing showing off, preferred to let my fists do the talking. And right now, my eyes were solely focused on my opponent. You. The Empress gives a nod to one of her servants and they sound a massive gong that produces a sound that drowns every other, signaling the start of the battle!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My heart beats steady. Not slow, but steady as I feel the earth hiss under the thin leather soles of my sandals. I keep my hands down... for now, watching as a huge muscle-bound mountain of a man swings a hammer that probably weighs more than the both of us combined into a massive, dangling brass dish taller than two of you, hung over the arena entrance by no less than three dozen thick leather straps. Embroidered in gold wire, of course. The familiar sense of nerves tickles at my fingertips and toes, like it always does before a fight. As the adrenaline begins to pump, and I feel my body prepare. I close my eyes, trying not to flinch as the resounding crash echoes around the stone-hewn grandstands, immediately overwhelmed by the din of the crowd. I open my eyes as though waking up a different person, staring at you. Expressionless. And I raise my fists and begin to stalk towards you, circling to the right. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: As we enter range, with a hiss, I lash out with my left leg in a snapping kick at your lead thigh. Testing your guard. Your reflexes. And your nerve.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !quick
My quick move failed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: You raise your knee, crisply checking the blow, and a spear of pain races from my shin to the base my my skull as my shin clatters against knee. With a hiss, I lunge in with a punch to your face. The stone mask drops, replaced by barbarian fury.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !punch
My punch missed.

Darent_the_Gladiator: The loud sound makes my body tremble but I remain on guard and focused, then the sound of the crowd returns and the battle begins. I see you coming at me so I do the same, slowly circling you around, taking a close look at your every move. Then when I see you coming at me, I easily block your move, giving you a confident look. Then I notice both your rage and your fist coming at me and I quickly duck down under it to avoid it and suddenly step forward as fast as I can to get behind you, one arm surrounding your neck to try trap you into a strong choke hold! Our bodies pressed against each other with me on your back

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll hold 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 11 +10 = 21

Darent_the_Gladiator: You suddenly feel my strong arm closing around your neck and my chest pressed on your back! I apply a lot of pressure, so much your body gets lifted from the ground! I grin and wasting no time, I lift your body as high as I can and then drop you down into my knee, striking your crotch with my knee from behind, squishing those sensitive bits of yours!

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll low blow 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 20 +10 = 30

Darent_the_Gladiator: !damage pussy
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. PUSSY down to -1.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !pain 6d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 16 damage. HP down to 84.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My fury gets the best of me as you disappear beneath my very eyes. Far sooner than a man your size should be able to, as you weave under my whirling fist. Before I know it, your arm coils like a boa over my shoulder, snaking around my neck. I grunt in shock, pawing up at your forearm and squeezing my fingers against the firm, taut muscle, trying to pry your arm away from my throat and keep you from choking me out. My strength is considerable, and I'm using both hands, but you're strong too. And you have leverage. I gasp in surprise as you suddenly hoist me in the air, and I feel your thigh brush my nearly bare butt. My heart jumps as I realize what you intend to do... and I twist my hips in desperation to protect my womanhood. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: *THUD!* My butt smacks against your thigh, my entire body jolting. It stings, but barely a whisper compared to what could have been. I try to whirl around, to break free, but you immediately pull me aloft again with a guttural grunt. And this time, I cannot twist free. My feet straddle your thick thigh, forcing my thighs apart as your knee drives up in between, smashing viciously against my plump peach. The scream catches in my throat as my body convulses in agony, the very pit of my belly spasming as every nerve and fiber tries to curl me into a ball. My hands shoot down to cover my throbbing sex as I slide forwards off your knee, collapsing to the earth. Lying on my belly with my hands trapped beneath my hips, clutching my womanhood. Writhing in agony. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !recover pussy 2d2
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. PUSSY up to 2.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: You're practically on top of me, astride me, and I finally manage an agonized moan as I try to squirm away, one hand still clamped to my mound. To strike in such a viciously dishonorable way as your first move... I see how you have made it so far in this tournament! I howl, trying to RAM my elbow into your calf before you visit more punishment upon me!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚃ 4 = 8 damage. HP down to 92.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I was feeling confident, enjoying the look of your body and the sounds of your moans as you go down after that nice lowblow. I even dare to do a wave to the crowd and walk close to you, but as I'm reaching for your hair, I get surprised by your sudden outburst of energy and you ram your elbow into my calf! Making me fall to my back with a loud THUD! I grunt in both pain and rage but quickly reach for your hair and try to roll on top of you, our bodies covered in dirt now! I look into your eyes as I bring one knee back and send a HEAVY strike to your belly, trying to knock the wind out of you!

Darent_the_Gladiator: !knee 3d7
My knee strike connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 7 damage. HP down to 77.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Your peacocking costs you precious seconds... and awards them to me, as I writhe in agony between your feet. I glance over my shoulder, biting my lip to stifle a moan. I don't want to let you hear that... to give you the satisfaction. As you reach down, fingers lacing through my brown locks, I make my move. I hiss, thrusting my elbow out to the side, and my elbow finds its mark, digging deep into the unprepared flesh of your calf. The impact lifts your foot off the ground as you lose your balance, and I try to roll out of the way. "UNFFFF!" Only to be impaled against the ground by your dropping knee! You tumble off me as I roll the opposite way, one arm wrapped around my aching belly, the other still clutching at the throbbing between my thighs. I roll onto my hands and knees, the thong-back of my loincloth swallowed up between my cheeks as I stagger to my feet and force my fists back up. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I try to set the humiliating start to this battle aside as I close in. "Brute," I hiss under my breath. Grains of dust and dirt grind against my bosom at the edge of my bra, but I put that out of mind, too, focusing on the mountain of a problem in front of me. I take a step towards you, quick, then lash out with my fist towards your face. Just flashing the jab to see if you flinch, then try to follow up with a hard knee to your midriff!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll feint 1d20+1
Roll the dice... ☒ 6 +1 = 7

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !damage
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5 damage. HP down to 87.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I roll on the ground and we make some distance between us, then I slowly bring myself up to my feet and on guard once more. I slowly circle you around, checking your body out while looking into your fiery eyes. Then as you come with that punch to my face, I indeed flinch back and before I know it, I release a loud "nngghh!!" when you knee strike my abs, making me fold over some. Though I quickly growl and reply with a couple of blows aimed at your face, trying to stun you!

Darent_the_Gladiator: !punch
My punch missed.

Darent_the_Gladiator: You were too fast for my moves but I maintain the offensive and now follow up with a sudden kick to your ribs, trying to knock the wind out of you or at least weaken you "Come here!"

Darent_the_Gladiator: !kick
My kick missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: You tumble back to your feet in a cloud of whirling dust. The roar of the crowd reaches a new high as my knee smashes into your abs. It doesn't hurt you... but I think it tells you that I can. You lash out, and I fade back, just a hair's breadth out of range of your whizzing knuckles. Then you twist, and I see your feet twist against the dirt. That telltale hint of an impending kick. And I lunge in, closing the gap and trying to catch your thigh under my arm, too close for your kick to hurt me... mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll low blow 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 4 +10 = 14

Kessa_of_Hyboria: "UNHH!" I grunt, but my lips curl into a mischievous smirk as I lock my arm around your thigh, then lift it up another couple of inches, looking up into your eyes. For just a split second. And I'm sure you deduce what I'm going to do next, as I PUMP my knee up, aiming to slam it up right into that juicy pouch in your loincloth. To pummel your vulnerable testicles. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !knee testicles 2d3
My knee strike missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: You manage to shove me back before my knee can find its mark, and I stumble back a few steps, managing to keep my feet under me. I immediately lunge back towards you, looking to slam my shoulder into your abs!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack
My attack missed.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll hold 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 13 +10 = 23

Darent_the_Gladiator: !lowblow
My low blow attempt fails.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !lowblow
My low blow attempt fails.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I grunt as you catch my leg, stopping my kick in place "ugh! oh... no..." I start to say and quickly realize what you're about to do, and right before you send your blow, I jerk my body to free myself and push you back, then as you go for that sudden shoulder attack, I lower my stance and use both arms to catch you! surrounding your body and getting you on a tight bearhug hold! My face ends between your breasts while I look up at your face and I try to swing my knee upwards to strike your pussy once again, though the position was too awkward and my hit misses!

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll lowblow 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 7 +10 = 17

Darent_the_Gladiator: !damage pussy
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. PUSSY down to -4.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !pain 6d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 9 damage. HP down to 68.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I squeeze your body some more with a lot of force and drop your body downwards while swinging my knee upwards, striking your weakspot right on target! My knee smashes those soft bits without mercy and then I shove you backwards, letting you fall to your back, watching you go from side to side in pain. But I take advantage of this vunerable situation and I jump on your belly to then send a couple of fast blows to your breasts

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll boobshot 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 13 +10 = 23

Darent_the_Gladiator: !damage boobs
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 = 10 damage. BOOBS down to 6.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !pain 6d2
You are in pain and take ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 9 damage. HP down to 59.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !damage hp
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. HP down to 52.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I lunge into you, hoping to bury my shoulder into your midriff. But your arms sweep around me, catching me in your steely embrace as we rise up together, my bosom squashing into your chest. "UNGH!" I grunt, trying to free my arms, but before I can react... *WHUMP!* Your knee THRUSTS up between my parted thighs to strike with a moist thud against my plump, vulnerable cameltoe! "AUGHHHH!" I let out a shocked, strangled moan, echoes by dismayed moans from my supporters... as well as quite a few men and women who grasp their own delicates in sympathy. Your fans, meanwhile, burst out in a chorus of cheers as I land hard on my back... squirming... writhing... clutching my throbbing sex. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My bosom bulges out between my converging arms, and you take full advantage, lunging onto me and PUMMELING my orbs with unbridled ferocity! You target all my weaknesses, and I can only writhe and try to squirm free, hands still stubbornly clamped around my throbbing sex. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !recover pussy 2d3-1
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 -1 = 4 damage. PUSSY up to 0.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Pinned beneath you, I moan in agony, twisting to my side as the throbbing in my mound continues to consume my full attention. Helpless, I try to free a hand to at least attempt to fend off your blows. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !recover pussy 2d3-1
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 -1 = 3 damage. PUSSY up to 3.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I stand up and grab you by your hair, forcing you up to your knees, taking a look at your beaten body "heh, I'll make sure to give you an honorable defeat" I say and then throw you to the arena wall, making you crash back first against the stone! The crowd cheering, thinking that this match was close to ending soon

Darent_the_Gladiator: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 damage. HP down to 46.

Darent_the_Gladiator: Then once your body stays on the wall, I rush at you and lean forward to ram my shoulder right on your gut, trying to knock the wind out of you and weaken your body even more!

Darent_the_Gladiator: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 44.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: "UNMFF!" My back slams against the coarse, unyielding stone, an arm wrapped around my bosom, and a hand still protectively clamped around my tender vulva. My head rings from the jolting impact, and my entire body aches. My bosom heaves with panting gasps as my hazel eyes blink, struggling to focus. I see your form rushing towards me. Blurry, dark. And I manage to twist to the side, raising my thigh up to protect my belly. You still slam me into the wall, crushing me into the stone again, as the audience howls for more and more. My warrior spirit screams in indignation. I may not have been born in Amazonia, but I was forged in it, and I will not surrender with a whimper to a common whelp! With an indignant howl, I raise an arm up, baring an elbow, then DRIVE it down hard towards the back of your head as you try to withdraw from the thrusting charge! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack 3d7
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 4 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 78.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I was ready to follow up with another shoulder smash when I suddenly feel how you strike the back of my head and make me back away several steps, holding myself with one hand "ngh... ah..." I was impressed that you still had fighting spirit in you and that both excited and aroused me even more! I cracked my fingers and after recovering from that almost stunning blow, I open by swinging fast blows to your belly!

Darent_the_Gladiator: !attack
My attack missed.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !attack
My attack missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My elbow hammers into your skull, no doubt leaving it ringing. The crowd suddenly tempers its fervor... my supporters unsure if it was a fluke... yours in awe that I still had the wherewithal to fight back at all. You buy time... playing off the impact, but I can see the glassy look in your eyes. And despite the pain still throbbing through all my sensitive areas... a little smirk tugs at my lush lips. You start swinging, wildly, but I dance back out of range, planting my feet. Then letting my foot whip out, lashing a snapping kick up between your parted thighs! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll lowblow 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 14 +10 = 24

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !kick testicles
My kick missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack 2d3
My attack missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: The crowd gasps as my foot launches up, aiming for the delicate pouch of your loincloth. You draw your hips back just in time, stuffing my kick against your midriff to no effect t all. "WORM!" I growl in frustration, stepping in to knee you in the face!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !knee
My knee strike connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 76.

Darent_the_Gladiator: We dance around the arena as we avoid our attacks with expertise. I barely miss your body and you retaliate with a nasty low kick once more. I jump backwards to prevent brutal damage and right as I was going to try fight you some more, you manage to pull my head downwards and strike me on the face! Though I bring both hands close to mitigate most of the damage, ending up barely dazed and take a couple of steps back. Then I shake my face from side to side to re-focus and go for a swift punch to your boobs once again

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll boob shot 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 18

Darent_the_Gladiator: !attack boobs
My attack missed.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !attack 2d3
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. HP down to 39.

Darent_the_Gladiator: My fist finds it's way to your body but don't properly land on your mamaries, instead I punch your chest with decent force, though I grin and go for a nasty kick to your crotch once more!

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll low blow 1d20+2
Roll the dice... ☒ 1 +2 = 3

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I let out a feral hiss as you block the blow, hazel eyes flashing with frustration. Sand from the arena floor forms a little whirlwind in the rising thermals. Although the top is obviously open to the elements, the great bowl of stone funnels the heat of thousands of screaming spectators to the center. My body glistens with sweat as we circle, a bead falling off my eyebrow, glimmering in the searing Acheron sun. You lunge in, again targeting my sensitive areas, and I snarl in fury as I deflect your first shot, aimed at my heaving orbs, downwards to my ribs. I grunt as the impact rocks me back, fortunately, out of the way of your next strike. Aimed at my most delicate of targets. "Bastard!" I grunt, setting my feet and lashing out with a kick aimed at your inner thigh!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. HP down to 72.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: The blow thuds home, and I lunge in, looking to seize you by the neck and yank you down in a headlock.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll hold 1d20+4+2
Roll the dice... ☒ 9 +4 = 13

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I wrench your head down while you're off-balance, trapping it between my arm and my ribs.

Darent_the_Gladiator: I grunt in pain as you kick me with that fast movement and as I'm trying to recover my footing, I feel your powerful arm around my neck, squeezing tight "ngh~!" I shake my body from side to side, trying to find a way to escape

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7

Darent_the_Gladiator: (rolling for my advantage, it failed)

Darent_the_Gladiator: Having our bodies so close to each other, I go for a strong elbow strike to your ribs, hoping to weaken you enough for me to escape!

Darent_the_Gladiator: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11 damage. HP down to 28.

Darent_the_Gladiator: My elbow sinks hard on your body and leaves you out of air, the perfect window for me to push you arm off my neck and escape the hold, then I quickly shove my shoulder on your gut to tackle you down to the ground and grab at your ankles with both hands, lifting and spreading your legs wide open "Take this!!!" I yell and try to STOMP your crotch really hard

Darent_the_Gladiator: !damage body
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. BODY down to 14.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !roll low blow 1d20+11
Roll the dice... ☒ 18 +11 = 29

Darent_the_Gladiator: !damage pussy 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 damage. PUSSY down to -1.

Darent_the_Gladiator: !pain 4d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 19.

Darent_the_Gladiator: My foot lands right on target and CRUSHES your crotch with a lot of force, making your whole body bounce on the ground! The crowd cheers as this blow was really strong, making everyone flinch and go OOOOWWW. I release your legs and just watch you roll on the ground, defenseless, then I slowly walk on top of you and sit on your stomach, crack my fingers and go all out for your face, sending a fury of blows to make your head whip from side to side

Darent_the_Gladiator: !damage
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 10.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: "UNGHHHH!" I groan, little flecks of saliva spraying off my gasping lips. I cross my arms over my midriff as your elbow withdraws from my solar plexus, hunching and tottering o the spot, breathless. Then you tackle me to the ground, and my head smacks against the dirt of the arena floor. I squint up against the blinding sun, beads of sweat stinging my eyes. It's as though I'm in a daze... until your hands wrap around my ankles! "NO! NOT THERE!" I blurt out, arms flailing in desperation, but your foot crashes down before I can defend my vulnerable pussy.! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: "OOOOHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHH GAWWWWDS!" I scream out to the sky. I'd tried to writhe and squirm my hips out of the way, but you still got me, your heel pummeling my sex. My tiny little loincloth, pulled taut and sucked between my lips, did no good at all, and my fingers wrap around my bared mound, palm tenderly cupping my throbbing clit as I roll around in agony at your feet. The crowd reacts with sympathy... and glee. The nobles especially adore dirty fighting like this. It provides that visceral thrill they adore... and nothing gives them that primal rush like the sympathy pangs from a devastating blow to the groin. In desperation to quell the ache, I stuff a hand under my loincloth to cup my aching mound directly. And just then, you sit astride me. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !recover pussy 2d3-1
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 -1 = 3 damage. PUSSY up to 2.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: The ache slowly subsides, but not before your fists start to relocate my pain. I groan as you whip my head from side to side, gasping as I pant beneath you. In desperation, I try to use my free hand to grope for the only possible way I might overpower you... and the only vulnerable target I have a chance of reaching from this position. Your testicles!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll lowblow 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 18

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I manage to work my hand free, turning it palm up, fingers curled and talons wickedly bared, as I draw it suddenly up my belly, trying to seize your testicles, draw them down into my grip, and SQUEEZE!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack testicles
My attack missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Your balls are so close, I feel them against my fingertips, but as my fingers close, they slip free.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack 2d3
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. HP down to 68.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My nails rake your inner thigh, painful, no doubt, but not at all what was necessary to turn the tables...

Darent_the_Gladiator: I lick my lips as I punch your face more and more, weaking you a lot, and when I see you going down to my crotch, I stop your hand so you can't properly reach my balls "not so fast!" I say and that makes you scratch my leg only, making me grunt in pain "argh! I'll have to finish you off now...!" I say and go for a quick punch to your belly to try leave you out of air

Darent_the_Gladiator: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. HP down to -1.

Darent_the_Gladiator: (heh, critical and you're ko~ I'll have fun with that)

Darent_the_Gladiator: My fist sinks quite deep into your belly and indeed leaves you all weakened and without air, so I take my time to get back up to my feet and get a hold of your hair with both hands to pick you up by force "Now, let's break you~" I get a firm grip on your crotch with one hand and around your neck with the other to scoop you up and lay you across my shoulders! I walk around the arena, showing off your beaten body and I pull down hard on your body to apply pain to your back

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My eyes open wide in shock and horror as you seize my wrist, and I moan in pain and dismay as your grip bears down on it. I look up into your eyes, knowing that was my last chance... and you thwarted it. "OOOFFF!" I groan, as your fist meets no resistance from my trapped body, sending a nauseating pulse through my core. Then, I can only groan as you hoist me up, parading me around like a ragdoll...

Darent_the_Gladiator: I grin and slide my fingers inside your pussy, giving you a very strong fingerfuck, meanwhile I reach for your breasts with my other hand and squeeze them as hard as I can, applying a lot of pain and pleasure on your body "Nice fight but you were no match for me" Then I suddenly lift you up high and DROP you on my knee, hitting your back

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Your fingers sink into my moist, warm sex, easily sliding around my loincloth to expose and then seize my slit. I moan out, nipples involuntarily growing hard, piercing skywards as I squirm weakly on your back. The audience cheers and howls... and I join them, as you squeeze my breast! My scream is cut short as you drop me across your knee, arching my back with a shooting pain!

Darent_the_Gladiator: I push you to the ground, leaving you face up and I do a quick victory parade, waving to the cheering crowd "Any last words?" I say as I sit on your face, pressing my cock and balls right on your mouth while pulling one of your legs with my left hand, then I close my right fist and start to send fast BLOWS to your cunt over and over with extreme force, the sound of the impacts making a loud echo trough the arena and my knuckles finally BUST your weak bits

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I land in a heap, spread eagle, head lolling from side to side. I arch my back, reaching behind me to rub my spine. Trying in vain to soothe the aching pain. A low moan escapes my gasping, panting lips, the din of the crowd a continent away. A distant echo from someone else's life. Suddenly, you lean over me, blotting out the sun with your insidious mug, and it all snaps right back. I gasp in shock, try to cry out my surrender, but that's muffled out by your package as you sit on my face. The dank, musty scent of your manhood, acrid and salty from sweat, assails my nostrils, and I weakly flail under you.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Then you seize my leg, lifting my left leg up by the calf. My skimpy loincloth stretches taut over my sex, and you look back, fist cocked. And as an ice-cold ball of terror drops deep into my belly, I realize what you're going to do. My eyes fly open wide, moaning against your scrotum. I shake my head free, shrieking out-"NO! NOT THERE!-AUGHHHHHHHH! Ohhhh-UNGHH! GAWDS, MERCY!" I scream and howl under you, trying to close my thighs against your grip, trying to shake my leg free. To snake my arms around and cover my throbbing pussy.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Finally, the agonizing thuds stop as you stand up, still holding my leg, but raising an arm in victory. The crowd roars with approval and delight, but I barely notice. Little exists except the nauseating ache in the pit of my belly... and the pulsing agony between my thighs utterly dominating my mind. My hands clutch at my sex, cheeks burning in pain and humiliation as you finally release my leg. I roll onto my belly, my bosom squashing into the dirt and my left leg cocked up on the side. My toes squirm, kneading the air as I clutch my womanhood and moan. My cheeks burn with humiliation as the crowd revels in my total and utter defeat.