Female Dice Fighters

MMA_Jane: I have created the private room #Emma_vs_Jane.

MMA_Jane: I have invited @Emma_Dilemma to join #Emma_vs_Jane.

MMA_Jane: (PERKS: Ass-Tastic, Pillowy, Cheeky Jab, Velvet Touch // QUIRKS: Cocky Domme, Plump Peach, Bustable)

Emma_Dilemma: (PERKS: Pillowy, Unyielding, Grappler // QUIRKS: Short Breath, Naive, Lustful, Distracted)

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

MMA_Jane: !set Pussy 4/4
@MMA_Jane's PUSSY is set to 4 / 4

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

Emma_Dilemma: My eyes go wide and I audibly gasp as the elevator open in the 4th basement floor of my good friend Jane's office building. After walking through the space, following the signs for the wrestler's check in area, and getting a chance to see more of this underground space, my mouth was agape. I knew her primary business was thriving and as the owner she'd certainly have the money to spend lavishly. Yet, never in a million years did I think her underground club could be this opulent! With what seemed to be never-ending training rooms, saunas, ice baths, and so much more, I felt like a child in a candy shop! Knowing that there were three other floors of gym space above this one, I could only imagine how grand they were. All I know is that Equinox had nothing on this gym. After letting the check-in lady know who I was, she smiled and wished me luck before saying, "I hope you're ready!" I wondered what she meant by that, but shrugged my shoulders and went to the locker room to change.

Emma_Dilemma: After changing into the green lingerie set, my bestie Jane picked out for me, I smiled at myself in the mirror, in disbelief as to how good I looked. Jane really knows what she is doing, I think to myself as I stare at myself and do a twirl, savoring every second I have to look at myself in the mirror before the aide motions for me to enter the wrestling area. I hear the crowd clap loudly as my favorite song and my new walk-up music, Breathless by the Coors plays. "I can't wait to smother this Emerald Bliss chick unconscious with the tricks Jane has taught me." I think to myself. "I know this Emerald Bliss is supposedly very skilled at smothering too, hence why Jane knocked me out so many times with her tits and ass to prepare me for this fight, but surely after all that training I should be able to take whatever this Emerald Bliss lady can dish out and throw it back at her double!" I continue in my head with a smile as I slide under the ropes in sultry fashion to many whoops and cheers before I make my way to my corner and start to limber up.

MMA_Jane: I peek around the curtain down the opposite ramp, smiling as you strut up to the ring, taking in the adulation of the dozens of women watching. Unlike so many wrestling setups, there is no barricade keeping the crowd back, and these ladies can and do step right up to the ringside. Sometimes even reaching in, causing quite the predicament for the wrestlers who are actually supposed to be in there! But hey, it's exactly that type of wild and sexy chaos that keeps babes coming back for more! And, honey, I'm the world's premiere dealer in wild, sexy chaos! No cameras, very few limits, and just a hot and steamy time. That's what this club offers, and it delivers in spades every Saturday night! The crowd's eating you up, and I smile proudly to myself. You really are a vision in that sexy green outfit! Of course... you don't know who you're facing yet. That should be QUITE the surprise!

MMA_Jane: Having trained you, taught you probably most of what you know about this unique type of wrestling, I've got a pretty good idea of how this is going to go. But that doesn't make me much less nervous, like I am at the start of any fight! My heart flutters. My cheeks flush, and I feel the adrenaline pumping as I bounce behind the curtain while the announcer finishes staring at you. "And now... her opponent, the reigning Club Valkyrie champion, the illustrious Emerald Bliss!"

MMA_Jane: Tasteful of the announcer to omit the bit about me being the owner of this club. After all, I won that title fair and square! More or less... anyway. I flash a brilliant smile as I step into the spotlight, standing in the entryway with my ample chest puffed out. hands on my hips, and thick thighs spread, just drinking in the cheers and adoration for a second. My theme song, Sucker Puncher, blares on, and from the look on your face, it couldn't have been more apt! I strut down the ramp, high-fiving babes all the way down, then climb up onto the ring apron. Swinging a thick thigh over the middle rope, I pause for a second, giving my honey-blonde locks a toss up onto my back, then glance over at you. Gyrating my hips, as my thong sucks right in between my cheeks, just slowly grinding my meaty mound against the rope. "That's gonna be your face, Emma," I purr with a grin as I swing fully into the ring, giving it a slow lap, my emerald eyes that give me my moniker staring daggers right into you.

MMA_Jane:

Emma_Dilemma: I gawk in shock as I watch you step into the spotlight with your massive tits on full display. "J-J-Jane..." I murmur under my breath, in disbelief as to who it turns out I've been setup to fight in my debut. A billion and one thoughts leave me completely paralyzed as I stand there in absolute shock. I immediately think back to the training sessions where you warned me my opponent would be capable of hitting me with devastating smothers and that I would need to be prepared for them. I had no idea that when you said that...you said so knowing it would be me. Having spent probably an hour a week every other day for the past two months in preparation for this debut, I can say no amount of preparation can prepare one for the pleasure and pain that come with your draining, masterfully executed smothers. I quickly recall the words of the check-in lady and with the knowledge I now have about you being the reigning champ...it all makes sense. When you slide into the ring and ride the ropes with your ass before telling me that it is gonna be my face, I can't help but shudder in terror. The thought of being forced to suffer under your tits and ass over the course of this fight sends a shiver through my spine. As you take your lap around the ring, my eyes follow you as I am completely transfixed on your emerald eyes as they pierce my soul. As you get closer to me, my eyes slide down to your massive tits, barely covered by your purple bra, before dropping even further to your even less covered ass as you turn to complete your lap! My eyes stay glued to your ass and everyone in the room can see the effect your body has on me without any doubt. I gulp as the bell rings and I approach you with outstretched arms in a defensive crouch...

Emma_Dilemma:

MMA_Jane: I flash you a coy smirk as I lap the ring, loving how your eyes are utterly glued to me... especially some of my curviest parts. I strut right up to you, chest brushing against heaving chest, my cheek touching yours as I wrap my hands around your body. Your breath washes hot over my ear, and I lean in to whisper into yours, so close my lips brush your earlobe. "You trained well for this, babe. You're gonna put on an amazing show!" I give your ass a little spank of encouragement as I slowly pull away, slipping into my fighting stance, hands outstretched, as the bell rings. I smirk as you take on a defensive crouch, the whole crowd seeing just how intimidated you are. And your undisguisable lust. I do a slightly better job of hiding mine, but I can already feel the desire welling up!

MMA_Jane: (calling heads for the flip)

MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!

Emma_Dilemma: I watch you hold your fighting stance as the bell rings and the match begins and take in a deep breath as I try to control my powerful fear, knowing just how skilled of a fighter you are and how dangerous your smothers are when you lock a bitch in 'em. I approach carefully, looking to pepper you with a few quick jabs before actually fully engaging. "Th-th-the stud-student will be-become the ma-master" I taunt while feinting in an out with careful footwork, trying to create the facade I am not scared of you. Unfortunately my drifting eyes falling to your chest and my stammering through out more than gives away how much control over my head you have. Seeing a potential opening, I finally dart in and give my plan a try!

Emma_Dilemma: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 94.

Emma_Dilemma: My jab quickly slams into your belly, which causes me to smirk and fills me with a bit more confidence that I can actually hold my own against you as I watch you double over and your chest jiggle! I quickly try to grab hold of your air and slam my knee into your chest to really ramp up the pain you suffer, knowing that I need to seize every advantage I have against a fighter of your caliber! "Not so confident, now are you, Emerald Bliss~" I reply, using your ring name rather than the name I am so used to calling you by!

Emma_Dilemma: !attack boobs
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. BOOBS down to 12.

Emma_Dilemma: !pain boobs 4d2
You are in pain and take ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. BOOBS down to 7.

MMA_Jane: !set boobs 12
@MMA_Jane's BOOBS is set to 12 / 16

Emma_Dilemma: !pain 4d2
You are in pain and take ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 7 damage. HP down to 87.

MMA_Jane: I can see the trepidation in your gorgeous eyes as you bounce back and forth, and I mimic your probing motions with a coy smirk. "C'mon Emma, take your shot!" I coo, jiggling my chest at you and flashing you a devious wink. But I didn't expect your jab to so cleanly slice through my defenses, popping me flush in the navel! "Gawwh!" I groan, taking a staggering step back, and you immediately follow up with a knee to my dangling twins! *THWAP!* "Ooooooohhh, it's SO on!" I hiss, taking a quick step back, cradling my precious orbs in my hands. No doubt that shows you a whole lot of cleavage in the process. I'm sure you liked that!

MMA_Jane: Fighting through the throbbing pain in my twins, I force a cocky smirk as I strut up to you, flashing out my left at belly height, then flicking out the right to pop you in the cheek!

MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move failed.

MMA_Jane: You duck and weave, batting hands fending off my blows, and I admit, I did not see this coming! You've been spending some time with the bag. With a hiss, I lunge in, lowering my shoulder and hoping to slam it right into your belly, hoping to punch through your defenses and spear you backwards into the ropes!

MMA_Jane: !attack
My attack missed.

Emma_Dilemma: I smile as you come in with a failed series of jab that I easily fend off. "Awwww, Emerald Bliss! I thought you were going to treat me to Bliss between your double emeralds or perhaps some time under your massive booty that you talk so much about!" I coo with glee before you launch yourself at me and try to crush me with a spear! Unfortunately for you, you quickly go careening into my corner, barely saving yourself from colliding into the ringpost by turning around to let your back absorb the damage in the nick of time! This causes me to lick my lips with glee as I sprint towards you and try to pancake your tits with my own large rack! "Hope you're ready for hell, Emerald!"

Emma_Dilemma: !roll Boob Shot 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 20 +10 = 30

Emma_Dilemma: !damage boobs 2d6+2
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 +2 = 10 damage. BOOBS down to 2.

Emma_Dilemma: I smirk as I watch the devastation unfold as my chest ABSOLUTELY crushes yours. I watch your bra fall to the ground in tatters while your grip on the top rope is the only thing keeping you standing! I sprint back to the opposite corner and showboat a little, getting the crowd excited before I sprint right back towards you, this time leaping into the air at the end as I try to devastate your face with my prodigious rack! "You aren't ready for this Dilemma, Emerald!" I yell as I try to crush you with this devastating splash attack!

Emma_Dilemma: !pain 10d2
You are in pain and take ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 14 damage. HP down to 73.

Emma_Dilemma: !roll 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 6 +10 = 16

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

Emma_Dilemma: !attack 3d7
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 5 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 64.

MMA_Jane: I sprint at you, and suddenly, you're not there anymore! Desperate not to fly headlong into the turnbuckle, I twist in the air, slamming hard into the pads with my back. But before I can even recover my bearings, you're all over me, feet thumping hard against the canvas as you run in at full tilt. "Gawd!" I hiss under my breath as you leap into the air, SLAMMING chest-first into me! Every one of the thousands of nerves in my tits go off like fireworks, sending an overwhelming flood of pain through my chest! "AWWWWHHH!" I howl out, grasping my precious orbs in my hands, squeezing them to my chest as my knees wilt. My skimpy little bra falls aside in tatters, just in time for you to lunge in again, slamming your chest into my face! My muffled moans fill the arena, and I can only think one thing... 'This CANNOT be happening!'

MMA_Jane: You mash your amazing chest all over my face, and I gasp and pant for air. Air that the brutal tit squashing had just blasted out of my lungs. I recover my senses, slowly, and you show no sign of letting up. Pigs get fed. Hogs get slaughtered, baby. I wrap my arms around your ribs, clutching you tight and grunt as I try to lift you right up and walk you out of the corner... then slam you right back down onto your back!

MMA_Jane: (Advantage because of Catch-Up)

MMA_Jane: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 damage. HP down to 95.

MMA_Jane: *THUD!* The ring reverberates like a snare drum as you land flat on your back. Bet that was a surprise! I clamber back to a kneel between your spread legs, emerald eyes flashing as I stare down at you, panting hard. My hands go back to my chest, caressing my still throbbing twins with a wince. My cheeks flush scarlet as I glance around, seeing how wildly the crowd is cheering. They don't get to see THIS too often! "Ohhh, you're getting REAL cocky, Emma! I'll show you a Dilemma you won't see coming," I hiss, eyes locking onto that plump bulge in your teeny tiny green bikini bottoms. I reach down for your ankles, lifting your long legs up as I rise to a stand, then parting them wide!

MMA_Jane: (Naive +10)

MMA_Jane: !roll Low Blow 1d20+15
Roll the dice... ☒ 1 +15 = 16

MMA_Jane: !attack pussy
My attack missed.

MMA_Jane: !attack 2d3
My attack missed.

Emma_Dilemma: I feel you lift me out of the corner and I am blown away by just how strong you are! I try to squirm free of your grasp, but you refuse to let go, slamming me down into the canvas without brutal power, ensuring I am fully splayed out while head bounces off the canvas, leaving me mildly dazed! I try to scramble free before you can get back up, but you instantly get back up and grab hold of my ankles! I squirm underneath you as I hear you taunt me and I thank my lucky stars that you were so focused on taunting you didn't immediately crush me with your dirty move! As I squirm and then start to thrash, your attempted stomp of my pussy barely misses, before I manage to pull my legs free altogether of your dangerous grasp! I try to slam my foot into your shin and topple you to the ground so I can really bring the heat!

Emma_Dilemma: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. HP down to 57.

Emma_Dilemma: As you fall to the ground and lay on your back, I try to scramble towards you and take further advantage! "Oh Emerald, you talk soooo much about how brutal your breast smothering and facesitting can be...but why don't I show you what the future champion's breast smother can do to the soon-to-be former champion's lungs?" I coo with delight as I try to straddle your prone form. "Why don't I put you on a one-way trip to the No Air Zone, Emerald?" I continue with malevolent glee as I try to wrap my arms around the back of your head and pull you face first into my rack! I whisper into your ear, "Oh, Jane...this is going to be so much fun...I hope you still love me when I leave you breathless!" I taunt as I try to lock you into my famous hold!

Emma_Dilemma: !hold 1d20
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Emma_Dilemma: !roll Hold 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 7

MMA_Jane: I can scarcely believe my eyes as you kick free before I can set you where you belong... squirming at my feet. But I'm so far behind the eight-ball, and you, that this isn't even a race. Your foot smacks into my shin, sending a searing spear of pain through my leg! "Augh!" More importantly, it sends me tumbling down onto my side, and I land in a mess of a sprawl, gasping up at the spotlights above. 'What the heck is even happening?!' my mind reels. I can barely hear what you're saying, but I definitely caught the "no air zone" jibe, and it sent a rush of ice cold panic up from the pit of my belly! In our training, you'd proven that your tits were at least a match for mine in a smother, and that was high praise. And now, you were going to us them on me! You climb onto me, wrapping your arms around my head, and it's all I can do to wedge my arms in between, pawing at your chest and trying to keep you off me!

MMA_Jane: Your hard nipples brush against my fingers, and it gives me a devious idea. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and to be resorting to this so early in a match, believe me, I AM desperate! But not because I think you'll beat me. No, honey, my confidence can weather much more than that. But desperate to turn the tables back in my favor, and put you right where you belong!

MMA_Jane: "Let's see who you're smothering when your tits are on fire!" With a hiss, I try to PINCH your nipples and TWIST!

MMA_Jane: (Catch-up!)

MMA_Jane: !roll Boob Shot 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 16 +10 = 26

MMA_Jane: !damage Boobs
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. BOOBS down to 6.

MMA_Jane: !pain 10d2
You are in pain and take ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 13 damage. HP down to 82.

Emma_Dilemma: I scream in absolute agony as you grab hold of my nipples and twist them so hard I feel as though you could literally pull them off of me. I try to grab hold of your hands and pull them free while maintaining the smother, but your strong grips remains. The pain becomes too much and I relinquish the smother, twisting and turning in a desperate attempt to escape your powerful, cheating ways. My squirming while pulling helps little at first so I get more and more violent, thrashing around as the fans cheer your comeback attempt on! After thrashing wildly, I finally pull free of your tit mauling, but fall wildly to your side due to the momentum. I lay prone, grasping my chest, trying to massage the pain away, tears welling up in my eyes, turning my vision slightly blurry...

MMA_Jane: "Awwww, all that trash talk. Gone in a twist and a wink," I purr, but I can't hide the pain in my voice as I roll onto my hands and knees. I find you lying next to me, prone, caressing your poor tits after that brutal nipple twist, and I can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. But... just a twinge. I reach over and roll you onto your back, trying to climb astride you, my thick thighs splayed out on either side of your hips, pinning you down...

MMA_Jane: !roll Hold 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 19 +10 = 29

MMA_Jane: (Advantage for the extra action)

MMA_Jane: "Ohhhh! What's wrong, Emma babe? Can't take a bit of your own medicine?" I coo, flashing you the most devious, vixen's smirk. My emerald eyes narrow as I caress your cheek, my fingertips tracing down your throat. Down to your collarbone. Then down your hand as it cups your aching breast. "Here, a little nap would do you good." And the crowd of women absolutely lose their minds as I toss my honey-blonde mane up onto my back, then begin to dip my chest down. Lower and lower. Until your face is trapped between my soft, pillowy tits!

MMA_Jane: (Pillowy +1)

MMA_Jane: !damage 2d6+1
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 +1 = 7 damage. HP down to 75.

MMA_Jane: (bonus damage from Short Breath)

MMA_Jane: !damage 1d2
You take ☒ 2 damage. HP down to 73.

Emma_Dilemma: I feel your thick thighs swing across my hips, gently squeezing my sides as you ensure I won't be going anywhere for a while. I look up at your beautiful emerald eyes and the radiant, electric confidence contained within them and the knowing look we share, makes it clear we both know what's happening next! Your tits lower down towards my face in what feels like slow-motion, while I lay there transfixed by them, completely paralyzed, in awe. Your tits swallow up my face, locking me in your sweaty cleavage, surrounded by your pillowy tits. The all too common position for me has returned in full force as you blend pleasure and pain into one! I moan into your breasts as I try to regain my bearings and composure~

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 4.

MMA_Jane: (from Smother Slut)

Emma_Dilemma: Slightly distracted by the pleasure, I start caressing your tits, which only causes your fans to lose their minds even more! I hear them chant "SMOTHER SLUT! SMOTHER SLUT!" and "KNOCK HER OUT! KNOCK HER OUT!" I start to panic, having heard horror stories about the humiliation that occurs post match when someone is knocked out in a smother during our training sessions as you impressed upon me the importance of not falling victim to them. As I start to regain my composure, I pray that this might distract you enough to make an escape more feasible...

Emma_Dilemma: !caress
I please and arouse you, doing ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 4.

Emma_Dilemma: The smother rages on as you drain me of my precious air and seal me between your sweaty tits, ensuring I truly cannot breathe! The loud cheers of the fans rapidly become deafening as your smother ramps up in power! I shake my head between your tits, desperate to sneak in a breath of air. Instead I just taste your salty tit sweat, which only makes the smother even more debilitating. I keep playing with your tits, knowing that if I can't soften you up, I have no shot at escaping your powerful, expertly locked in breast smother. I try to ask if you like how I am playing with your tits, but all you hear is muffled gibberish...

Emma_Dilemma: !caress
I please and arouse you, doing ⚁ 2 + ⚃ 4 = 6 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 10.

Emma_Dilemma:

MMA_Jane: "Ohhh yeah, just listen to her moan!" I call out, making a huge show of rubbing and swirling my G-cup twins all over your lovely face. I can hear you gasping, desperate for breath. Your fingers press against my orbs, and I fear you're going to be returning the favor for that vicious nipple twist... but instead, you start caressing. Teasing my sensitive, and now more sensitive than ever tits. Kneading. Massaging. Wrenching soft, lust-heavy moans from my lips even as I try to keep you pinned. And the pleasure... it just builds and builds until I feel myself losing control! "Gah! Sly wench!" I hiss, reflexively lifting off you and rising up, swatting your lovely fingers off my twins. I stare down at you, but with an affectionate smile that betrays a bit of admiration. That trick showed some moxy! But I'm sure not letting you off the hook that easy! I DROP my hips right back down onto yours, trying to thump you right back down to the mats!

MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 5 damage. HP down to 68.

MMA_Jane: "Ohhh, we're just getting started, Emma darling!" I hiss, giving my hips a wiggle, making sure you're good and pinned beneath me as I slowly run my fingertips down your shoulders, teasing your tits back for earlier. Then I lean forwards again. My orbs fill your lust-brimming eyes as I wrap my arms around your head, preparing to drop my bared chest right back onto your face!

MMA_Jane: (+4 from Cheeky)

MMA_Jane: !roll Hold 1d20+9
Roll the dice... ☒ 6 +9 = 15

MMA_Jane: (extra attack by request <3)

MMA_Jane: "Take a deep breath babe, it'll be a bit before your next!" I coo as the crowd bursts out in raucous cheers. My arms clamp around your face, and I slooooowly lower my chest onto your still gasping lips. Your breath wafts hot and moist between my already sweaty orbs, and my dank cleavage utterly envelops you, blotting out the spotlights overhead. I give my tits a cheeky wiggle, making sure you get a whole faceful!

MMA_Jane: (Pillowy + Short Breath)

MMA_Jane: !damage 2d6+4
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 +4 = 9 damage. HP down to 59.

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d3
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 8.

Emma_Dilemma: Your cruel taunts mocking me for moaning into your chest only makes me moan louder in shame as your G cups absolutely take full ownership of my lungs, cutting off all ability to breathe. As I start caressing you, I hear loud moans from you, suggesting my plan is working. I keep up the work long enough for you lift off of me, but much to my chagrin, I didn't distract you enough to fully break free. You quickly slam your hips back down on mine, pinning me back down to the canvas as the fans cheer you on to smother me some more! I see you smile as you complain about my escape and I realize I've made you proud!

Emma_Dilemma: I smile I a little bit before I hear you tell me that we're just getting started! I take in a deep breath, knowing exactly what is coming when you tell me that! A second later, my vision is pitch black as my world is engulfed by your massive G cup breasts! I moan into them once more as I am returned to what you sometimes used to jokingly call my home during training!

Emma_Dilemma: Your grip around my head is stronger than ever as you seemingly refuse to let me have the easy escape I had last time! As you bury me between your sweaty tits, trapping me in your dank cleavage, I feel my resolve weaken as I inhale your powerful, dank scent. As you wiggle your pillowy tits over my face, I feel you drain me of my strength and air, demonstrating your impressive power and smothering skills. As I squirm underneath you, I can see why you're the champion!

Emma_Dilemma: I try to return my tricks of last time, given they worked so well! I wrap my arms around your back, temporarily increasing the power of your breast smother. The crowd looks on in confusion before laughing, accusing me of liking being between your tits so much that I am hugging you tight so that I never have to leave! Little do they know, there is a method to the madness! I start kissing your tits, hoping to arouse you even more than last time and set up the escape that will give me a chance to finally regain the advantage!

Emma_Dilemma: !caress
I please and arouse you, doing ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 15.

Emma_Dilemma: I hear your moans echoing through the room and the fans start to realize maybe I am not as foolish as they think! While the smother remains tight and brutally effective, they can tell something I am doing is distracting you, partially weakening your resolve. With each kiss I deliver, more and more of your sweat passes by my lips, arousing me and bringing me deeper under your spell in ways I can't yet perceive. While the unknown danger builds, I keep up the attack, praying it will be enough to leave you distracted enough to successfully roll away this time!

Emma_Dilemma: !caress
My attempt to pleasure you fails.

MMA_Jane: I toss my head back, giving the crowd and the ref a dazzling smile as I wiggle and grind my orbs all over your face. Of course I'm enjoying myself... smothering a hottie out, especially you, is one of this girl's favorite things to do! And to do it in front of a crowd... gawd, just look up "delish" in the dictionary! "Awwww, it seems like Emma's havin' as much fun as I am!" I call out with a delighted giggle as you, inexplicably, pull me in tighter, and in the moment I'm more than happy to oblige. But then your purpose becomes clear, as your luscious lips caress and tease my orbs, still so very sensitive from the brutal pounding you dealt them a few moments ago. I moan and gasp, truly finding myself in a dilemma... I'd love nothing more than to let you continue those sexy ministrations, but I know deep down that if I let this be the battlefield for long, I'll lose quickly. Frankly, a burning, aching desire to fuck your brains out is already eating away at my focus, and these tender kisses aren't helping one bit! With a last, sharp gasp, I snap back into the present and pop up off you, pinning your wrists down on either side of your head as I stare wickedly into your eyes. "Ohhhh, that won't work twice, babe," I purr.

MMA_Jane: With a cheeky smirk, I scoot forwards and pivot around to face your feet, trapping your left arm under my right shin. Not crushing it, mind, I'm not out to savage you! Just with enough pressure to keep it well and truly pinned. Then, as I do the same to your right arm, my full booty, clad in only a thong that's, at this point, fully ensconced deep between my cheeks fills my view. I'm sure you can see the soaked-through streak where the fabric stretches and strains to contain my plump, meaty mound. "Let's see you kiss your way outta this!" I purr, giving my tush a little wiggle as it slowwwwwly lowers onto your face!

MMA_Jane: (advantage from hold)

MMA_Jane: (Ass-Tastic + Short Breath)

MMA_Jane: !damage 2d6+4
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 +4 = 7 damage. HP down to 52.

MMA_Jane: (Smother-Slut)

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 12.

MMA_Jane: I grind my butt all over your face, my cheeks enveloping your cheeks and squeezing, and it must be SO dank down there more ways than one. I rise up, tossing my mane up onto my back as I wiggle and jiggle my ass, feeling your gasping lips rub against my cheeks. "Awww yeah, kiss THAT, Emma babe!" I call out, grinning as I run my hands down your legs, grasping ahold of your left ankle, then drawing it up and wrapping an arm around to clamp it to my chest. Then I lean back with a smirk, spreading your juicy stems apart, wide. My hand slides down your belly, cupping and giving your mound a teasing squeeze, then a few pats. Not quite painful... but ominous, as the crowd continues their cacophony of cheers.

MMA_Jane: (reserving an action for a guaranteed move next turn)

MMA_Jane: (better escape, Emma!)

Emma_Dilemma: I gasp for air as I am finally free of your tits. Coughing and sputtering, I still let loose a sigh of relief. My plan worked! Or so I thought. A second later as I watch you turn around and trap both my arms under your shins, I realize in horror that I didn't break free...I just hopped out of the pan and into the fire. I tru to squirm free, but there's nowhere to go! My face is incheas away from your massive cheeks. Your thong has completely disappeared, and I fear my face is about to meet the same fate!

Emma_Dilemma: I hear you taunt me, asking if I can kiss my way free from this hold and I shudder at the thought of having to eat your ass out to try and escape! The humiliating feeling is like no other and I start to blush red from the shame. As you wiggle and grind down on my face, you force me deeper between your cheeks and I moan helplessly. Trapped between your sweaty cheeks, I am forced to inhale your scent as you drive my mouth and nose so deep, no other smell can make it through!

Emma_Dilemma: My legs are pulled fully under your control, ensuring my body is fully locked in to your reverse facesit, and that before I can even consider breathing, I'll need to extricate myself from your ensnaring webs of control. Things go from bad to worse as you start to tease me with your hand, slightly painful, intensely pleasure. My muffled moans tickle your ass, filling you with delight while I feel the air get drained from me!

Emma_Dilemma: I try to pull my arms free, but your thick, meaty thighs ensure they have absolutely nowhere to go besides remaining underneath you. I try to pull my restrained leg forward, but even that seems to fail miserably as you hold it tight to your chest! Frustrated by failure, I try to swing my foot up and slam it into the side of your head, albeit from this angle, it is hard to do much damage...

Emma_Dilemma: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 48.

Emma_Dilemma: To my surprise, your cockiness works in my favor. Assuming I was an easy toy to play with, you didn't keep your head in a position where what otherwise might have been a glancing blow would have done minimal damage. No, instead you chose to savor the damage you were doing with your powerful facesit! That was all I needed to get a lucky strike as my foot slams into the bottom of your chin, leaving you stunned and on your back, while I roll away and gasp for air! I lay against the bottom turnbuckle and try to recover after a brutal breast smother and facesitting torture routine...

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 5 damage. HP up to 57.

MMA_Jane: I bump and grind my ass all over your face, fingers teasing and tapping your lovely mound. Utterly high on my own supply, and having WAY too much fun. A fact that becomes immediately and painfully apparent as... *CLACK!* Suddenly, I'm rocked hard by an unseen blow, the lights flickering in my eyes as the world briefly spins. My jaw THROBS, and next thing I know, I'm staring up at the ceiling again, scrambling to my feet. The world is eerily silent, and all I can hear is a sharp ringing in my ears. And then the din, the roaring howl of an arena full of cheering women fades back in, assaulting my ears. The babes watching are going WILD at that sudden turnabout! Nobody escapes my facesit once I've got it locked in, and especially not like THAT!

MMA_Jane: I clamber onto my hands and knees, shaking my head, wavy locks quivering against my cheeks as I stare daggers at you. Watching you sitting back in the corner, propped against the turnbuckle and panting for breath. My emerald eyes see red, cheeks burning with humiliation at being foiled in such a dramatic way. I was JUST going to make this SO interesting! Well... there's more than one way to put you in your place, and as you lay there, I know just how to do it!

MMA_Jane: I plant my feet in a sprinter's stance, narrowed emerald eyes locked onto your gasping face. The crowd quiets, sensing that something big is happening. The ref gets the hell out of the way. She knows that look, and what's going to happen after. With a hiss, I blast off the canvas, feet pounding hard. One stride. Two. Three. Then, as I get close, I leap into the air, twisting, pressing my booty out, aiming to plant my ass ALL over your gorgeous face and slam your head back into the turnbuckle!

MMA_Jane: !roll heavy 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 13

MMA_Jane: (Ass-Tastic, +1)

MMA_Jane: !attack 3d7+1
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 1 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 4 +1 = 11 damage. HP down to 46.

MMA_Jane: !damage head
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚁ 2 = 3 damage. HEAD down to 9.

MMA_Jane: *WHAM!* My ass slams into your head, whipping it right back against the padded turnbuckle! I mean, I felt that one in my tailbone, so I'm sure you're seeing stars. but I give you absolutely no time to recover as I press my booty right back into your face. Spreading my thick thighs wide, I push my hips out again. My butt squeezes your head back against the pad, gyrating, swirling, then twerking up and down all over you as I lean forwards, resting my hands on my knees and giving your lovely, moaning face the full treatment!

MMA_Jane: (advantage from crit, +1 from Ass-Tastic)

MMA_Jane: !damage 2d6+1
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚃ 4 +1 = 7 damage. HP down to 39.

MMA_Jane: (Smother-Slut!)

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 16.

Emma_Dilemma: I try to recover my stolen breath, but you have other plans for me. I watch you sprint towards me and I am like a deer in headlights. Despite my desires to move out of the way, my body doesn't move an inch before you collide with me. When you do, my head gets rocked back into the turnbuckle, bounces off of it, hits your ass again, and then bounces off the turnbuckle again before you settle down on top of me pinning my head to the bottom turnbuckle in a nasty stinkface hold! The whiplash leaves me truly dazed, allowing you to absolutely dominate my face with your ass!

Emma_Dilemma: I lay there, helpless, trying to regain my bearings as your ass absolutely goes to town on my head, much to the cheering crowds delight as they imagine new ways for you to send me out on a stretcher!

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 2 damage. HP up to 41.

Emma_Dilemma: But my attempts to recover prove to be in face as you fuck up my head faster than I can figure out how to defend. While in some promotions the ref would look at how badly my face is getting pounded by your ass and save me from the brain damage that is sure to follow...here there is no one that is going to save me from the rage and cruel desire to punish me you found after that kick to the chin. I keep trying to recover enough to fight back...but for now I am little more than the Queen's throne as you CRUSH my face with your legendary booty!

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. HP up to 45.

MMA_Jane: My full cheeks bump and grind all over your pretty face. I'm just styling on you at this point, focused less on keeping you from breathing and letting the utter humiliation do the work instead. Your sweat mingles with mine... and with other fluid, as my lust and ache to not only defeat you, but dominate you and make you my slave any my throne begin to overwhelm all reason. Your struggles fade, and your desperate pawing against my ass grows weaker by the second. But I can also feel the aroused edge in your gasps and moans. This is getting to you, too! And I know so well how susceptible you are to my curves. With a smirk and a showy wiggle of my full butt, I lift off your face, just a few inches. I glance back over my shoulder, the fire in my eyes dying down to a slow smolder as I eye you up, smirking at how submissively you just... lie there. "Ohhh, you don't want a thing more than to be under my booty, do you?" I purr with a coy smirk. "You just wanna be mounted, like my lusty little throne! Kiss it, you slut! You know you want to!" I order you with just a hint of ferocity at the edges of my sing-song coo.

MMA_Jane: !caress
I please and arouse you, doing ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 23.

MMA_Jane: (triggers Distracted)

MMA_Jane: My butt swirls and twerks back towards your face, jiggling with every bopping step. And the arena holds silent as they wait to see what you're going to do. Surely you won't... actually submit to that absurd demand! Then a blend of shocked gasps, delighted moans, and laughter breaks out as you pucker your lips, planting smooch after soft, submissive smooch all over my ass! "Ohhh YEAH, Emma, KISS it! Kiss Valkyrie Champion ass!" I howl, just in case the babes in the nosebleeds couldn't see the utter humiliation unfolding in this lovely squared circle of mine! And even as you do as I demand, I prepare to make you pay anew as I try to press my tush right back into your face, trapping you again!

MMA_Jane: (Advantage from Distracted)

MMA_Jane: !roll Hold 1d20+14
Roll the dice... ☒ 2 +14 = 16

Emma_Dilemma: I find myself locked in your ass to devastating effect. My brain melts as you crush my head with your twerking ass and I find myself with no choice. If I don't obey, I never get a single chance to escape. If I do...maybe you'll be so confident I've submitted that I can take advantage of your cockiness once more! While you're obviously more experienced and talented, I've used that cockiness of yours to my own advantage twice. As I feel myself regaining my bearings, I come up with a plan that I think I can execute if I just recover my senses a little more. I kiss your ass deeply, rubbing my hands all over your ass to make myself look as submissive as possible while I bide my time and prepare my strike while you bury me deeper in your cheeks!

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 2 damage. HP up to 47.

Emma_Dilemma: Unfortunately for me, you refuse to let your cockiness open yourself up just yet. I tease you some more with my fingers while you ride my face, slipping it under the fabric and rubbing your mound, hoping this distraction may aid the cause. I moan into your ass as you melt my brain more and more with your intoxicating smothering hold! My loud moans fill you with glee as you can tell how weak I am for you now. I can also tell you're heavily aroused and the potential for the most humiliating outcome: passing out while you orgasm on my face fills me with dread. I redouble my efforts to escape, praying I succeed...

Emma_Dilemma: !caress
My attempt to pleasure you fails.

MMA_Jane: "Mmmmph, yeah, eat it, Emma!" I moan out, arms outstretched and fingers wrapped around the rope as I lower my ass onto your face, swirling all over the place. My full cheeks jiggle and bump, clapping against your nose and lips. Then pressing in to envelop you again. And I feel you submissively lean in, so I hardly have to do any of the work! The ref leans in close with a coquettish grin and lips parted with lust. She's a regular here, and she absolutely LOVES these delicious displays of dominance... a fact she makes no secret of, as her fingers tease and tickle at the mound in her black-and-white striped bikini bottoms. I flash her a wink, then give your face yet another swirling rub! Suddenly, your fingers start to snake between my thighs, and I gasp in alarm as your fingertips tease at my sensitive mound! Before you can steal my attention, I reach down, snatching your wrist and flinging your arm back down. "Naughty naughty!" I purr with a cheeky wink, before THRUSTING my hips back and squeezing your face between my ass and the turnbuckle!

MMA_Jane: (Ass-Tastic +1, Short Breath +2)

MMA_Jane: !damage 2d6+3
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 +3 = 14 damage. HP down to 33.

MMA_Jane: !damage head
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 damage. HEAD down to 3.

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 27.

MMA_Jane: I glance behind me with a delighted smirk as your hands fall limp by your side, stepping forwards just enough to let you take a breath. Your eyelids flutter as you gaze off at some distant point, taking in a deep, gasping chest-full of much needed air. But I can also see the lust building, and building! "Oooooh, I think she'll make a PERFECT throne for the true queen of this ring!" I purr to the ref, who giggles with delight even as she crouches to check on you. My hands slide up my sides, and I slip my fingers into my hair, striking a pose as I gyrate my ass right in front of you!

MMA_Jane: !roll Heavy 1d20+14
Roll the dice... ☒ 6 +14 = 20

MMA_Jane: (+1 from Lustful, +1 from pleasure >20)

MMA_Jane: !caress 3d7+2
I please and arouse you, doing ☒ 4 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 +2 = 11 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 38.

MMA_Jane: (breathlessness!)

MMA_Jane: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚁ 2 = 4 damage. HP down to 29.

MMA_Jane: I rock my hips from side to side, hands in my hair, tousling up my honey-blonde mane and letting it cascade lock by lock back down my shoulders. I flash the cheering crowd a sparkling smile even as you moaaaaan out behind me. And I can't help but glance back over my shoulder, only to find you... touching yourself?! Gawwwwd, the flood of arousal rolls in like a lush pink tide. Even I'm weak in the knees at the effect that little display had on you! "Just a little more, babe, and I'll kiss you all better," I purr over my shoulder with a coy little wink. "Just like all our training seshes!" With a swirling toss of my head to swing my mane over onto my back, I back up again, reaching out for the ropes to smack my ass right into your face with a bopping booty bump!

MMA_Jane: (Ass-Tastic! +1)

MMA_Jane: !attack 2d6+1
My attack missed.

Emma_Dilemma: I lay underneath you moaning like an addict...Hard as it may be to admit, towards the end of our training part of me started to enjoy the smothering you'd force me through. Now part of me wonders if this was part of your plan...so that when I would be underneath you, I'd be moaning with absolute pleasure and so in love with your curves I wouldn't even fight back. For the past 5 minutes, that dream of yours had largely been the case as fans cheered you on in this humiliating display, praying that you'd keep me conscious just long enough to pour on even more hurt. But despite my weakness for you, I am still a fighter at my core.

Emma_Dilemma: And your cockiness is why you failed to put me away when you had the chance. While I was mentally broken and pleasuring myself while you rode my face, you taunted me so much I had the chance to snap out of my smother-drunk stupor and return to earth! I take a deep breath and cast away my naiveté before letting loose a roar powered by anger and desire for vengeance, snapping my fist forward into your pussy for a devastating low blow!

Emma_Dilemma: (Per request an instant 27+)

Emma_Dilemma: !damage Pussy 2d6+3
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 +3 = 9 damage. PUSSY down to -5.

Emma_Dilemma: !pain 9d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 18 damage. HP down to 30.

Emma_Dilemma: I watch you collapse to your knees and gasp like you had your soul sucked out of you or perhaps as though you were smote by God from above. The crowd boos me loudly as they watch you crump into a heap in front of me! I gasp for air as I try to recover a bit, but rather than stall like last time, I climb the ropes, eager to try and put you away for good while I still have the chance! No time for showboating. No time for recovery. Just a prayer. I take on deep breath once I hit the ropes, say a few silent words of prayer in my head and take to the skies! "Time to punish you, Emerald Bliss...maybe I will show you some bliss of your own!" I taunt as I aim my tits at your face!

Emma_Dilemma: !roll 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 15 +10 = 25

Emma_Dilemma: !damage 3d7
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 7 = 14 damage. HP down to 16.

Emma_Dilemma: !damage head
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. HEAD down to 2.

MMA_Jane: I take my sweet time setting up. Locking eyes with the ref, we share a dreamy, lustful stare, and my mind whirls with the billion and one things I'm going to do with you after I carry you out of this ring. The soft, tender kisses to every part of you that hurts. The passionate moans as skin rubs against skin in a tangle of limbs and luscious hair on my bed. Just... one... more... smother! But before I can sling my booty back into your face on last time, you make me pay for my overconfidence. *THWACK!* Your fist slams up between my thick, spread thighs. Your knuckles pounding into the plump, meaty mound that's been staring you right in the face for the last five minutes! Pungent nectar mingled with sweat sprays out out of my soaked panties against my already sweat-slicked and glistening inner thighs as your knuckles crush my very softest petals, then pound the firm bud tucked between my soft, velvety lips, sending a throbbing spear of pure, unfiltered agony right through me!

MMA_Jane: "GAWWWWWHHHHHH!" My jaw drops. My mind SWIMS in wave after wave of crashing agony, and my knees instantly turn to jelly as I sink to my spread knees, clutching my pounded pussy with both hands. The crowd is silent for a stunned second, then bursts into wild cheers as you pull off a massive coup, and I fold over right in front of you at the hips. My ass waves in the air as my face hits the canvas, both hands protectively cupping the source of All. That. Agony! I feel the ref's hands fawning over me as I moan and gasp, the pain radiating up my hips. Enflaming my ovaries too! And I slooooowly roll onto my side, then my back. Thick thighs splayed apart, hands cupping at my poor, aching mound. Then... *CRASH!*

MMA_Jane: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. PUSSY up to 0.

MMA_Jane: The ceiling darkens all of a sudden, and before I even know what's going to happen, your gorgeous tits SLAM into my face, like a pair of meteors burning in from orbit. "UNNHH!" I groan out as the impact flattens me to the mats, then I roll off to the side, thrashing, writhing on the canvas like a worm, one hand on my forehead, the other between my thighs. Finally, I stop on my belly, gasping into the canvas with soft, halting moans. My head still throbs... but it's the ache between my thighs that I just can't ignore!

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

Emma_Dilemma: I watch you roll away to safety while writhing in agony and for now I am content to let that happen. After all I have been on the wrong side of the smothering meat grinder for most of the past 20 minutes. I take in some deep breaths as I feel some of the pain in my body melt away, though I am certainly still heavily drained, the lingering effects of your smother remaining in full effect...

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. HP up to 33.

Emma_Dilemma: After catching my breath for a moment I turn to you and lick my lips, savoring the sight of your prone form, splayed out on the canvas, face down, on your belly, moaning, gasping for air. I survey your body and realize just how much damage I've done to your head, your tits, and your pussy. I quickly realize...I might actually be in better shape that you are right now! I re-double my resolve and sprint towards you before leaping into the air and trying to drive both of my knees down into your belly to soften you up and knock as much air out of your lungs as possible!

Emma_Dilemma: !knee
My knee strike connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. HP down to 9.

MMA_Jane: "Ohhh! Ohhh gawd... my pussy!" I moan, slowly crawling my knees under me to rise on an unsteady three pegs, my right hand still glued to my aching sex. I try to climb to a kneel, but then immediately lose my balance and tumble over onto my back. I stare up at the ceiling for a moment, panting as I rub at my aching temples. And I hear you sprinting over. I try to get up. To roll out of the way. Something! But I just can't will myself to move, and your knees CRASH into my midriff! "GAWWWHHH!" I groan, folding up in a V around your knees as you pummel my soft belly, and I wrap my arms around my midriff, rolling to the side. You crawl up onto me, and I spot your hair through the corner of my eye. With a hiss, I grope out for you, trying to get a good grip and SMACK your head into the canvas!

MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move failed.

MMA_Jane: My whole body throbs in protest. It's like I'm moving in slow motion, and before I can do a thing, you're all over me! Climbing astride me. Grabbing my wrists. The audience is on their feet. Their jumping about shaking the walls of the whole club. MY club! And here I am in the ring, on the verge of the most humiliating defeat they've ever seen. At the hands of my own student! My cheeks burn, scarlet, as you clamber over me, your gorgeous bust filling my vision. I groan in utter desperation, reaching up for your shoulders... and I try to SLAM my knee up between your thighs in a last-ditch, dirty bid to buy a much-needed respite!

MMA_Jane: !roll Low Blow 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 20

MMA_Jane: (Critical success)

MMA_Jane: !damage pussy 2d6+2
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 +2 = 8 damage. PUSSY down to -3.

MMA_Jane: !pain 8d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 15 damage. HP down to 18.

MMA_Jane: *WHAP!* My knee hits home. Right where it hurts most. And your face says it all! As you roll off me, squirming in agony, I roll to my side. Emerald eyes glazed, blinking slow, as I twist to get my hands and knees under me. The room spins around me. My entire body aches and throbs. And I slooooooowly crawl to the ropes. One hand in front of the other. One knee in front of the other. Reaching out for the quivering strand. Missing. Stumbling. Reaching again. And slowly, hand over hand, pulling myself up to my feet.

MMA_Jane: (Advantage)

MMA_Jane: !recover
You recover ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. HP up to 16.

Emma_Dilemma: I lay clutching my pussy, writhing in agony as you stand up fully, your feet on either side of my head. I look up at your massive derriere that caused me so many problems while I howl in pain. The crowd is cheering you on at a feverish pitch "BANZAI DROP! BANZAI DROP! BANZAI DROP!" as they root you on to seemingly crack my skull open. I can do nothing but try and soothe the pain...the overwhelming pain...while staring up at a view I've become far too acquainted with.

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

Emma_Dilemma: I see the sadistic smile on your face and I know whatever is coming my way will be absolute hell on earth. As I try to roll away, my body simply disobeys. The crowd cheers even louder as they realize I have no way out...that there is no escape...my face is likely to be reunited with the Champ's curves once more. I look up at you and whimper before taking in a deep breath..."Jane...please..." I start to beg, invoking your real name

Emma_Dilemma: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. PUSSY up to 4.

MMA_Jane: I stagger towards you. Fighting the dizziness. All the pain wracking my body. You swim in my view. A vision. An unspeakably beautiful one that has, over the past several months of training and the last fifteen minutes in the ring, seized my heart by the pussy. But after what you just did to me. The humiliating display you made me put on... amends are due, and they're payable only in total and complete submission! I pause for a second as you begin to beg, towering over you, silhouetted in the glaring spotlights. I lean down, enough to emerge from a black silhouetted shadow to vivid, glowing color. I stand astride you and my hands cup around your cheeks, drawing your sweat-and-salt caked face up to mine. My emerald eyes fix with yours. "Ohhh, there'll be time for that, Emma babe," I whisper, my voice dripping equal parts acid and lust. And I shove your head read back down to the mats!

MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move failed.

MMA_Jane: Your head thuds down, but you seem none the worse for wear. Maybe it's all that wear you've taken. That we've both taken. I glare down at you, rising back up and slowly stepping forwards. Until I'm standing astride your face. "Say goodnight, Emma," I whisper, lips parting in a vicious grin. Then... I leap up, extending my legs, and let my gorgeous booty... DROP!

MMA_Jane: (Ass-Tastic, +1)

MMA_Jane: !attack 2d6+1
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 +1 = 6 damage. HP down to 12.

Emma_Dilemma: I feel you slam my head back down to the canvas, but I am just as prone as I was before as after...barely even feeling the impact. What I did feel, however, was your ass SMASHING my face right back down into the canvas! The crowd's roar was deafening and as I laid underneath you, I can see why they wanted the grand, shocking display of me being broken by your ass before being smothered in brutal fashion. I tried to summon every ounce of strength I had, unwilling to give the fans what they want!

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 damage. HP up to 16.

Emma_Dilemma: I place my hands on your massive booty and try to push it up and off my face. With it barely budging at all, to raucous laughter from the crowd, I come up with a new plan. While breathing in as much as I can before you transition this into either another banzai drop, a facesit, or something even more diabolical I couldn't imagine, I reach up for your waistband, and try to strip you of your thong while bridging up. While having to suffer underneath you unprotected is terrifying, it's not like the fabric did much...and if it gives me the chance to distract you enough to make some magic happen it's worth the effort.

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. HP up to 19.

MMA_Jane: My butt thumps onto your face, and the crowd's reaction tells it all! They're ready for this. Ready for you to reap the consequences of your insolent cockiness. You dared challenge the queen of this ring, and have earned every agonizing blow I'm now going to deal you! You paw at my ass, but there's no strength there. This is going to end like the others. But just as I set myself, my eyes flare wide as I feel my thong digging into my mound! "Gawwwhh! BITCH!" I spit as the fabric grinds and sears against my swollen, aching mound! Instinctively, I reach down to fight the painful wedgie, and... *RRRRRIP!* My thong comes undone, falling aside in tatters. And me, bare. Utterly naked, glowing golden in the spotlight. The crowd ROARS in approval, and I pant, chest heaving with every deep, hissing breath. I stare daggers down at you over my shoulder, your eyes only just peeking over my booty. "Emma, you're going to PAY for every BIT of this!" I hiss as I shift positions, rising up, then dropping my ass back down onto your face!

MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. HP down to 14.

MMA_Jane: Your muffled moans are music to my ears, and your pawing hands are but a petty nuisance as I wiggle my ass all over your face. I wrangle your wrists, yanking them down to your sides and trying to pin them down again with my knees, being not nearly as gentle this time.

MMA_Jane: !roll Hold 1d20+15
Roll the dice... ☒ 3 +15 = 18

Emma_Dilemma: I feel your fully nude ass settle down onto my face and the crowd is ready for you to box my face with your ass into submission before smothering me absolutely senseless! My head is absolutely spinning as you sit deep on my face swallowing it whole between your cheeks. I know how hard it is to survive this and right now I lack the strength to escape. I still my breathing as you trained me, opting to prolong my survival in the hold and wait for you make a mistake that could let me break free. I lay unmoving underneath you, my hands resting on your thick thighs as I try to stall and recover while being drowned...

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. HP up to 18.

Emma_Dilemma: This recovery is harder than normal as the addiction to your curves is harder to resist. As I inhale your scent, I find my ability to resist you dropping, but my desire to even further. I start to kiss your ass as your command to do so from earlier takes deeper root in my mind. As I start to lick and taste your sweat, rather than gagging as I did before, I find myself falling deeper under your spell, temporarily unable to disobey your orders. As I drink more and more of your sweat, the incredible power of the champion becomes more and more apparent...

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 2 damage. HP up to 20.

MMA_Jane: My lips part in a long, low moan as I begin to grind and swirl my ass all over your face. Just like I did in all those delightful, delicious training sessions. Where you explored and indulged in your weakness for my curves... and I trained you to delight in sweet submission even as I taught you how to fight your way out of my holds. Dozens of women had submitted from exactly the position you find yourself in... and you won't be an exception. It just... takes...the right... push!

MMA_Jane: !damage 2d6+3
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 +3 = 13 damage. HP down to 7.

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 42.

MMA_Jane: (Advantage from Head at 3)

MMA_Jane: I GRIND my ass against your lips, arching my back and swirling my hips. My lush, bare mound, glistening with the sweet nectar of arousal, presses and slides against your parted lips. And I MOAN as the delicious sensations threaten to overcome me! My hands glide down your rippling, pulsing belly as I mercilessly smother you. Your hands pawing at my body. My butt. My thick thighs. Leaving streaks in the sweat where your fingertips grazed. Your feet kick and squirm, toes curling, and I know you must be right at the edge! With a lusty moan, I slide my hand down your belly. Trying to slip my fingers beneath your soaked panties to grasp and caress your lush pussy with dominant, kneading rubs!

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d6+2
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚃ 4 +2 = 8 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 50.

MMA_Jane: (Breathlessness!)

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

MMA_Jane: "You're going to give in, Emma... one way... or the other!" I huff, glancing over my shoulder as I shift forwards to catch your gaze again. Flashing you a smoky, steamy smirk. And I arch my back and rub my pussy all over your face anew, gasping and shuddering with the delicious vibrations as you moan into my aching sex! I sit back, fully setting my volleyball-sized cheeks onto your face and squeezing my glutes around your cheeks, fully smothering you beneath me as I sit up proud on your face.

MMA_Jane: !damage 2d6+3
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 +3 = 8 damage. HP down to -6.

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d3
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 5 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 55.

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 3d7
You recover ☒ 4 + ☒ 6 + ☒ 5 = 15 damage. HP up to 9.

Emma_Dilemma: As you ride my face more and more, the fear of my head getting slammed so much I pass out is no longer one I need to be concerned about for now. No, instead the real fears are about how long you sit on me after I pass out and if I will cum in humiliating fashion before then. Even without you touching me, the incredible control you have over my mind has me moaning with insane amounts of pleasure from the devastatingly powerful facesitting going on. I try from the tiniest corner of my mind to resist, but even that part is slowly forced to accept my body lacks the ability to do anything but take it.

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. HP up to 12.

Emma_Dilemma: I moan with absolute pleasure as you blow me away with how alluring and arousing you are with this smother! My body starts to shut down, but my unyielding spirit brings me back, forcing you to give me just enough respite to breathe before burying me deeper in your ass! While I do survive and avoid being KOed for a little longer, I am pushed ever closer to cumming in humiliating fashion...

Emma_Dilemma: !recover 2d3
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 3 damage. HP up to 15.

MMA_Jane: "Gawwwd... you really are one tough cookie!" I huff, between a purr and a moan as I mercilessly ride your face. At this point my own arousal is approaching a rolling boil, and I blink, struggling to stay focused. I'd almost forgotten that a hundred howling babes were watching. Except they're not howling nearly as much as before. No, more of them are... moaning. I glance around the arena, finding our lovely ref leaned back in a corner. Staring with unconcealed lust. Her hand stuffed into those tiny little black and white striped bikini bottoms, fingers bulging through the fabric as they furiously swirl over her soaked, dripping sex. I flash her a little smirk as I shove my ass back against your face, tipping your chin up and giving my tush a firm wiggle!

MMA_Jane: !damage 2d6+3
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 +3 = 5 damage. HP down to 10.

MMA_Jane: !arouse 2d3
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 5 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 60.

MMA_Jane: Between my ass engulfing your face, squeezing and jiggling against your nose and cheeks, my pussy soaking your mouth, and my fingers furiously strumming your soaked, sexy flower beneath your drenched panties, it's clearly FAR too much! I can just feel the heat rising. The undulating, rippling pulses in your belly. Your thighs. Your gorgeous sex. It's all clearly too much, and it pitches you right over the edge!

MMA_Jane: (Orgasm!)

MMA_Jane: !damage 4d7+5
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 3 +5 = 21 damage. HP down to -11.

Emma_Dilemma: The mind breaking effects of the training smothers is at full force here as my addiction to your curves is all consuming! I start huffing your scent more and more while you finger me! I am in complete ecstasy, overwhelmed with pleasure. I arch my back and try to force myself deeper into your ass to really be consumed by the vortex of pleasure. I immediately climax as you take full ownership of my body. The orgasm quickly shatters any remaining resistance, sending me straight into the darkness of unconsciousness as my body goes fully limp underneath your massive ass!

MMA_Jane: The way you draw yourself into me. Gawd! I bite my lip, tossing my head back as I ride your face, toying with your drenched sex. It's not for show, either. My own desire climbs into the red, my tits heaving with deep, halting breaths. I grind my ass and hips against your face, making sure to give my own glistening wet pussy a heavenly rubbing. And I just can't get enough! Your gasping moans vibrate against my clit in the best way. The way you quake under me only makes my hips intensify their swirling, grinding ways. And then... you slowly pass out. Just... go limp under me, as the combined effects of your orgasm and the facesit prove way too much to handle. But as I pause to check on you, I can still feel your breathing, hot and heavy into my hips and ass. The realization hits home... I just fucked and facesat you unconscious! And I moaaaan with genuine, unfiltered sexual ache as I double my efforts, sitting up and swirling my ass and pussy all over your face!

MMA_Jane: !damage 3d7
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 2 = 11 damage. HP down to -22.

MMA_Jane: !damage head
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 = 8 damage. HEAD down to -5.

MMA_Jane: I grind and swirl with abandon, completely losing track of where I am as the ecstasy and exhaustion of the fight overwhelms me! The room. The crowd. The club. All hushed under a veil of pure and all-consuming lust! My hips swirl and grind all over your mouth, parting your lips. I don't know if it was the rocking grinding, or your subconscious. But I can feel my velvety folds dragging against your lips. My ass enveloping your face, then rising up as I grind my pussy against your chin, then against your mouth again. I could swear you were licking it, but it could well be my imagination. As I reach the edge, my belly begins to roil. Muscles contract in waves all up and down my body, and I let out a long, undulating moan as my pussy lets loose like the Niagara Falls all over your face! Into your mouth! Soaking you and leaving your entire face glistening in the spotlights. I gasp, panting for breath as I slowly rise off you, and the roar and shrieks of the crowd start to punch through the haze. The wild cheering as I rise up off your gleaming, soaked face, with the ref helping me to my feet and raising my arm! I glance down at you, smirking. You might have had me... but I trained you well.

Emma_Dilemma: I wake up and feel my mouth full of liquid while my face feels warm and sticky. To avoid choking, I quickly gulp down the liquid, swallowing every last ounce of it. I wonder what it is at first but as I look up at you panting for breath, it hits me...you climaxed on my face while I was out cold! The humiliation causes me to blush, but the humiliation quickly gives way to adoration. Swallowing your juices melts my brain even more and causes me to fall completely under your spell. As you look down on me, I look up at you and start to plead, "J-Jane...please...please pull my face between your tits...bring your friend home where she belongs...smother me so hard I leave this place on a stretcher..."

MMA_Jane: The room is positively steaming, as a hundred women cheer, jeer, and moan. Half are on their feet. Half of them jumping up and down with excitement. The other half are seated, lying on deceptively luxurious leather-and-foam padded benches, or each other. Fingers swirling and rubbing sensitive areas. And in some cases each each others' sensitive areas! I can see you stirring on the mats as the ref raises my arm, strutting me in a slow circle around your gasping, panting form. The way your bare chest rises and falls. Glistening with sweat, and yes, a good amount of my own nectar. It's all I can do to keep myself from dropping to my knees and wrapping my lips around those dagger-hard nipples! But the audience is going to expect something else. And from your desire-soaked stare through those drooped, slowly blinking eyelids, I can tell you want it too! "Knock her out! Knock her out!" the chant begins to roil from the audience. And I glance down to you, hearing your begging, pleading whispers, desperate for the same.

MMA_Jane: I give my honey-blonde mane a slow toss with both hands, letting the waist-length wavy locks settle against my back as I stand astride your waist. Silhouetted in the glaring overhead spotlights, I must look like an angel descended from heaven. Or a demon from the depths of hell. It's a fine line. Heavy, quivering droplets of nectar form at the base of my bare vulva, gleaming in the light as they drip down one by one, splattering against your hips. And I slowly drop to my knees, running my hands up your belly. Cupping your tits and giving them a slow, kneading, affectionate squeeze. Then up to cup your cheeks as I bring my face near to yours, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "You were delicious, Emma. I'll kiss you all better after," I purr. Then I lean forwards some more, scooting up. Enveloping your nose and mouth in my dangling G-cups!

Emma_Dilemma: I watch you scoot up on my body, feeling up my curves while the crowd cheers you on to knock me out and answer my prayers. I purr with pleasure, excited by the sensation of your fingers running up and down my curves. As you give my tits a squeeze, I melt for you and plead once more, barely louder than a whisper, "knock me out and then some, Jane...put on a show for the fans...they've earned it...and so have I!" I smile with delight as you tell me you're gonna kiss me all better later before your G-cups finally envelop my face! I hug you tight, preventing you from pulling back even a little, while pulling myself even deeper into your smothering tits! With my brain's resistance fully broken and overwhelmed by pleasure, I crave nothing more than being drowned repeatedly by my trainer and best friend! The crowd cheers you on to send me past the point of no return and I pray that you never let me go, keeping me deep in your cleavage from now to the end of time. The feelings of pleasure I have are overwhelming and undeniable as the smothering continues...

MMA_Jane: I feel you tug yourself in just as my soft, pillowy orbs surround your face. Your gasping, hissing, wheezing breath sucks against my soft, tender, sweat-and-salt bathed skin. And I can't help but moan as I rub my tits all over you, wrapping my arms around your head and lacing my fingers into your hair as I clutch you tight. Pressing you into my chest. "Knock Her Out! Knock Her Out!" the chant continues, and I feel you start to strain against me, your body struggling for air. But I hold you tight, pressing your head back into the bouncy mat and pressing my chest down on top, giving you no way out. You begin to kick and squirm, but I keep you pinned. Trapped in the embrace of my soft orbs. My biceps squeeze my tit in from the sides, and slowly your struggling subsides. You're out cold, and I slowly unfurl my arms, rising up off you. Your eyes are shut, mouth open as you take long, deep breaths. Your chest rising and falling heavily, spread eagle on the mats. The ref comes up to check on you as I step off, taking a last stride around the ring. And the ring-girls already have the stretcher ready, as they slide into the ring to carry you to the back room. Where our next round of fun will begin...

MMA_Jane: I watch with sparkling emerald eyes as the ring-girls, a pair of lovely ladies who'd be fighting in this very ring on most other nights, but tonight, put on their white and red-medical-cross marked bikinis to help out, move you onto the stretcher. But just as they begin to pull you to the edge, your eyelids start to flutter and you begin to stir. I flash them a sly smile as I strut up, and they pause their fussing about with the straps for a moment as I stop beside you. "You know... I'm not positive she's out..." I purr, flashing the two women kneeling by you a knowing smirk as I swing a thick thigh over, straddling your head and facing your feet. Then I drop my tush all over your face, squishing down, wiggling to make sure I really get you good, as the audience moans and cheers!

Emma_Dilemma: I get put onto the stretcher and slowly come back to earth. My eyes flutter open and my ahegao face is obvious to anyone who looks. The bliss I was in after being smothered senseless by you is like no other. The only lingering sad feeling in my heart was that it was over...Or so I thought...A few seconds later I watch you come to me, assuming you were there to send me off and thank me for the fight. Much to my surprise I hear you say, "You know... I'm not positive she's out..." My heart flutters, realizing what is about to happen next! "Oh yes, Jane...I am awak-MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH" my words are turned into muffled gibberish as you drop your tush right back over my face and the ring girls wheel me on the stretcher back to the locker room while you sit atop my face! I moan with delight into your thick ass as it envelops my mouth and nose! With my body fully strapped in, there's no way for me to resist even if I wanted to, so I lay there and take it, greedily licking your ass and drinking your sweat, falling greater and greater prey to your alluring ass once more! As I run low on air, my body starts to convulse against the restraints and I assume many think I am about to pass out. Contrary to their thoughts, as they realize from my extremely loud moaning, I am climaxing once again, without need for anyone to touch me! The overwhelming pleasure of your draining facesit is too much for my melted brain, and I have yet another orgasm...the second of many of the night given the treats you have planned for me tonight...

Emma_Dilemma: It's another 30 seconds until my body goes limp under your ass again, but you know I have no desire for you lift off my face and let me breathe before I get to the medical suite, which is at least two more minutes away, ensuring my brain will be even more destroyed and my nose even more filled with your scent before I can be treated~