EDIT: Putting curent battles on top.
About the girls.
Two new contestants have been captured for the Gladiatrix Tournament. Sheelah Aine is a half darkling*, half silvarba** who uses taboo blood magic to manipulate plantlife and alter the balance between life and death. Orala Rosleigh is a neh-phi*** who uses powerful alchemy to create specialized potions and bend the elements to her will. Will Sheelah be able to triumph over Orala with her army of undead plants, or will she simply give Orala the ingredients that she needs to create Sheelah's undoing? YOU DECIDE!
*Darklings are elves that have been tainted due to generations of dark magic use. They tend to have jet black skin and light colored hair.
**Silvarba are a jungle race closely related to humans, whose hair has been turned green by plant matter that grows symbiotically inside of them.
***Neh-phi are a diminutive race, related to elves. Eliri was a neh-phi as well.
Vote for Round 4 now Who will win battle 4? - Poll
About the girls.
Two new contestants have been captured for the Gladiatrix Tournament. Sheelah Aine is a half darkling*, half silvarba** who uses taboo blood magic to manipulate plantlife and alter the balance between life and death. Orala Rosleigh is a neh-phi*** who uses powerful alchemy to create specialized potions and bend the elements to her will. Will Sheelah be able to triumph over Orala with her army of undead plants, or will she simply give Orala the ingredients that she needs to create Sheelah's undoing? YOU DECIDE!
*Darklings are elves that have been tainted due to generations of dark magic use. They tend to have jet black skin and light colored hair.
**Silvarba are a jungle race closely related to humans, whose hair has been turned green by plant matter that grows symbiotically inside of them.
***Neh-phi are a diminutive race, related to elves. Eliri was a neh-phi as well.
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A little about myself, I am a professional 3D artist from Norway but I have recently put a lot of focus in to drawing. I decided to design 64 girl fighters and then see if I find a forum where people would vote on the girls they want to win.
So far there has been 3 battles that are currently being illustrated. Story for the first 3 battles has now been provided to us curtsy of the hentai-foundry user "DRaB"
Battle 1.
29 Yvonne Bossard Vs 56 Jolanda Felipa
Yvonne Bossard was the scion of the forest spirit Trayt and defender of the Everstone Woods, an isolated land sheltered from the modern world. It is a land where nature prevails over all and magic still runs strong. Her pact with Trayt grants her the power to manipulate earth and wood to defend against any danger posed to her forest home, or her tribe within it. She had neutralized every threat with great ease until They arrived. Suddenly, Yvonne's powers failed her. Her magic was crippled, leaving her unable control neither plant nor land. Thinking quickly, she changed her strategy. Using her opponents' own motion against them, she managed to duck and weave around one of Them and break one of her assailants' arms right before a sharp pain erupted in the back of her head, and then nothing. Blackout.
Jolanda Felipa was world famous for her act in the Jadefall Circus Troupe. One of her more well known acts, known as The Phoenix, involves her juggling three torches while effortlessly flipping and twisting through the air, only briefly touching one of the tiny metal hoops to swing herself into a new trajectory. On one fateful night, Jolanda was finishing up practice on a new routine she was perfecting, The Hydra, which involved using colorful whip-like ribbons to keep herself aloft, never touching the hoops with her hands at all. It was an act of true strength and grace. As she was packing up her things to head home, she was ambushed from the shadows by Them. She lashed out with her ribbons, taking out all attackers on the ground right before she felt two feet land on her shoulders and a hand slipped a small mask over her mouth and nose. She staggered and felt the ground rush up towards her before darkness engulfed her.
...
Days had passed since each of the women had woken up in their respective Gladiatrix suites. They had been briefed on their situation. They are to fight until one is forced to submit. The winner sexually dominates the loser for the audience's amusement. If anyone refuses, they die. If a loser no longer pleases the audience, they die. At the end of it all, the winner is granted their freedom. It was a hard pill to swallow, but they had already experienced the power of their captors. What other options was there?
Yvonne was escorted through the corridor to the place where she would do battle. The door lifted before her, revealing the arena. Her eyes drifted from the dirt floor, littered with boulders to the metal hoops that jutted out from some ornate chrome pillars on the field. It was like the field was designed with herself in mind, as well as someone who could utilize those perches. Her gaze finally settled upon her opponent, the famous Jolanda Felipa, who was dressed in the most colorful mockery of taste that the sheltered Yvonne had ever seen.
Without hesitation, Jolanda let a colorful ribbon fly, latching it onto one of the metal hoops and propelling herself into the air. Yvonne rose her hand and a giant earthen snake tunneled out of the dirt to grab the acrobat, but by the time it got to her, Jolanda had already swung out of the snake's path, only allowing the snake to snag on of her shoulder straps, exposing her left breast. She pushed off into a flying kick directed straight towards her stationary opponent. With another gesture from Yvonne, a giant hand made of rocks and dirt erupted out of the ground before Yvonne and smacked the airborne Jolanda to the ground.
Jolanda nimbly rolled back into a standing position to find both the hand and the snake poised over her, ready to deal a crushing blow. Her ribbons shot out in a flash, wrapping around the earthen constructs. She quickly tugged on each ribbon, sending Yvonne's colossi crashing into each other and crumbling to the ground.
"I'll show you!" Yvonne shouted as she rose her hands, conjuring a rocky humanoid construct with a large erect stone cock behind her, only to feel her wrists being gripped tightly. She looked up to find Jolanda's ribbons binding her hands before she was yanked face-first into the dirt. Her construct stumbled and came crashing down on top of her.
Yvonne opened her eyes as Jolanda's footsteps neared and her gaudy rainbow boots stepped into view. "I'm so sorry I have to do this to you," Jolanda said. "This really isn't how I wanted to use my talents, but if it means my freedom..." Her voice trailed off as she roughly hoisted Yvonne's defeated body out from under the golem, causing the forest warrior's thin green bandeau to fall loose from her breasts. She tied the ribbons on Yvonne's wrists to some of the metal hoops around the arena, and another around one of her ankles, leaving only one of the nature-mage's feet just barely able to touch the ground.
"No... not like this..." Yvonne weakly protested as she struggled in her binds.
"I know what a little whore like you deserves!" Jolanda hammed it up for the audience. "Since you love the earth so much, perhaps you should give it some pleasure!" The crowd cheered as she walked over to the humanoid construct and delivered a sharp kick to the groin, breaking the phallus off. Yvonne yelped as Jolanda stuffed the oversized stone member into the bound warrior's unwilling pussy, pushing it all the way in. Tears began to stream down her face.
"I am Jolanda Felipa, ruler of the skies!" the victor bellowed over the cheer of the crowd. "And I will never be grounded!"
Battle 2.
41 Eliri Kelzana Vs 33 Til Liliya
Eliri Kelzana stood among the greatest computer hackers ever known. She had the uncanny knack for getting whatever information she desired, no matter how secured it was. She was a technomancer, a special breed of sorcerer who could speak with, and even manipulate electronics to her personal whims. Computers understood her, trusted her, loved her.
It was her own personal computer, Solomon, who warned her that she was about to be attacked. Solomon had been tracking the recent string of disappearances of famous or talented women and deduced that it would not be long before Eliri became a target. He displayed charts detailing the attributes of the women, and a map of the locations from which they had disappeared. Before he could tell her who was behind all of this, he erupted in a violent burst of sparks. Solomon was dead. This was too much to be a coincidence; this was sabotage.
The government had finally made its move, Eliri deduced. Those cretins in the federal agencies were always trying to shut her down, stop the freedom of information, but she had always been two steps ahead. This was just a scare tactic, it had to be. Eliri paced nervously around her apartment. Suddenly, there was a sharp crack at the entrance. Her door splintered as They busted through it.
They appeared mindless, yet their actions were quite deliberate. They charged toward her. Eliri took a quick glance at a large robotic dog that was resting in the corner. As if reacting to her emotions, the dog sprang to life and pounced atop one of Them, gnashing violently at his shoulder. With another glance, Eliri's oven lifted itself off the ground and sprang toward another one of Them, flames roaring within.
"No. None of that," a feminine voice uttered from beyond the shattered doorway. Eliri looked up to see a topless woman with glowing red tattoos upon her breasts, standing in the hall outside. As she spoke, the dog and the oven lumbered to a halt and crashed lifelessly to the floor.
"Wh-what? NO!" Eliri cried as one of Them forced a small mask over her mouth. She staggered. Her vision blurred. Gas. Darkness.
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Til Liliya walked briskly out of the Senate Office Building, wearing a loud red pantsuit and an impatient frown. Reporters swarmed around her, buzzing with questions.
"Ms. Liliya! Is it true that you're planning to run for president in the upcoming election?" one reporter begged.
"What do you have to say in response to the accusations that you have been funneling taxpayer money into your personal account?" another reporter demanded.
"Save it for a press conference," Til snipped, approaching a car that was waiting for her by the curb. She entered the car and looked up at her driver. It was a woman with long red hair and matte grey straps wrapped tightly around her body. "Y-you're not Richard..." she uttered in shock.
"No. I'm not," smirked the mysterious woman. Til scrambled for the door, but before she could get to it the woman snapped her fingers. The seat-belt sprang to life, hastily wrapping around Til's body, pinning her to the seat. The strap-clad figure pressed her foot to the gas pedal, starting the car roaring down the road.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Til demanded as she struggled fruitlessly in her bonds.
"I'm Shibari," replied the woman, smiling deviously, "and where I'm taking you, there are going to be a lot of people who will be very happy to see you."
"What does that mea--?"
"Shh, shh, shh... No more of that, now," Shibari interrupted her. "Why don't you rest?" She pressed a button on the car's console, raising a barrier between the front and the back of the vehicle, muffling the shrill din of Til's demands. Then she pressed another, filling the rear of the car with gas. Within moments, Til Liliya was knocked out. Everything was going according to plan.
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Days had passed since each of the women had woken up in their respective Gladiatrix suites. They had been briefed on their situation. They are to fight until one is forced to submit. The winner sexually dominates the loser for the audience's amusement. If anyone refuses, there will be dire consequences. If a loser no longer pleases the audience, they die. There were mumblings among the women that if a loser wasn't killed, she would be used as some kind of a sex slave. At the end of it all, the final winner is granted her freedom. Powerless against their captors, disobeying wasn't much of an option.
Each morning, they woke up in the clothes they were captured in, but this morning was different. Eliri awoke in her familiar outfit, though it had been altered heavily. A window was cut out of her top to reveal her cleavage. The pant-legs had been removed, leaving only a thin strip of fabric connected to the suit's high waistline down between her legs. She had no shoes. "Well, fuck," she mumbled. "At least they left something..."
Til awoke to find herself in a sexualized mockery of her former outfit. Thin straps of fabric, formerly her red pantsuit, wrapped tightly around her body,leaving very little to the imagination. Skin was exposed everywhere. Her thoughts were broken when two guards walked through the door. It was time to go to the arena.
She reluctantly walked down the hallway, finally turning a corner to enter onto a field that looked a lot like the interior of her Senate Office Building. A whip rested on a desk near her entryway. "Due to her lack of skill, to keep things interesting, Til Liliya will have the advantage of knowing her arena better than her foe," a voice boomed over the loudspeakers.
"Til Liliya...?" Eliri growled on the opposite side of the arena. "That senator bitch?"
"No!" Til asserted herself before the audience. "I refuse to fight!"
From the shadows, female voices whispered.
"She's refusing, sisters. What shall we do?" Shibari smirked.
"I could persuade her..." purred Marquess, sharpening her blades menacingly.
"No, no... No torture. Not for this one," said Luxuria. "I have a much more interesting punishment in mind..."
Luxuria waved her hands in the air and Til was suddenly overtaken by a crushing wave of lust. The senator couldn't keep her hands away from her throbbing wet pussy.
"Nngh..." she moaned and whined. "You can't do this to me..."
"Go, Til. Take down your opponent and make her give you release," whispers filled her head. She staggered toward the center of the arena clutching her whip, rubbing her pussy.
Eliri approached her calmly, followed by two large computer constructs, given life by her innate magic. "You pathetic whore..." Eliri grinned. "I'm going to humiliate you. Then I'm going to get out of here and I'm going to take your whole system down."
"Please..." Til begged, filling her wet pussy with her fingers. "It's too much. Give me release..."
Eliri pulled the crotch of her outfit aside, revealing her pussy. "Eat it, whore."
With tears in her eyes, Til extended her tongue, lapping up Eliri's juices. One of Eliri's computer constructs lifted and spread Til's legs, filling her cunt with a cocklike protrusion while the other one shoved the handle of her whip up Til's ass. She bucked and moaned in self-hateing pleasure as she came all over the arena floor.
"I sense that I was assisted with that win," Eliri muttered to herself. "But no matter. They will all fall by my hand..."
Til Liliya looked up at Eliri Kelzana as she licked the neh-phi's tiny pussy. "Puh-please don't kill me..." she begged with tears in her eyes. The one computer construct violently shook her body with each thrust of its pintle into her wet cunt.
"Kill you?" Eliri laughed. "Haven't you heard the others talking about what happens to the losers here? Death is too good for government scum like you."
Eliri kicked Til to the ground and spit on her. She motioned to her constructs. "Come on, David. Come on, Bathsheba. Let the guards clean up this garbage." The two machines stood and followed her out of the arena.
Battle 3. First blood.
54 Sardani Phemeia Vs 13 Millicent Moses
Millicent Moses sat in a large, comfortable chair in her office, the back room of the Lithium Hills Temple of the Goddess Rasu, swiping through an exciting e-book about a robot apocalypse. She was outfitted in long radiant white and sapphire blue robes, the colors of the banner of Rasu, and her long flowing hair was the color of cornflower. She always considered this rare condition to be a sign that serving Rasu was her purpose in life. The temple was one of the largest and most well-known places of worship dedicated to Rasu, a goddess of the sun, life, and hope. Millicent had served at the temple as a deaconess throughout her youth, eventually earning the title of assistant priestess. She had just become the head priestess at the temple about three years ago, after Monsignor Hughes stepped down from his position due to old age, and the followers of Rasu in Lithium Hills had taken quite well to her.
A blue light on the wall began to glow and emit a pleasant ring. She placed down her e-book and calmly stood. The light, she knew, indicated that someone had crossed the threshold into the temple, and it was her duty to make them feel welcome and make sure they are comfortable. She dusted off her flowing vestments and proceeded to the main hall of worship, where she could greet her guest. As she approached the entrance, she found about half a dozen people lurching in, huddled close together, their heads down with hoods covering their faces in shadow.
"Welcome to our humble temple," she greeted them. "Please, come sit and enjoy the light of Rasu." She raised her hands and her eyes to the ceiling, a lattice filled in with incredibly strong glass panes to let in the maximum amount of natural daylight.
The figures did not acknowledge her greeting, only moving closer steadily and deliberately.
"Is... there anything I can do for you today? Perhaps you had a question regarding Rasu's worship?" Millicent grasped at her words, taking a step backwards. Arms wrapped around her from behind, pressing a mask over her mouth. She spun around, grabbing an amulet from her pocket, directing it at her assailant.
"BY RASU'S WILL, STAND DOWN!" she bellowed. The amulet flooded the room with a radiant, silver-blue light, causing the figures to hiss and cower in fear. "LEAVE THIS HOLY PLACE, ABOMINATIONS!" she commanded. The figures fled hastily, stumbling into each other as they attempted to squeeze themselves out the temple doors.
Visibly shaken from the incident, Millicent walked to the entrance and shut the heavy wooden doors of the temple and locked the deadbolt. She would have to investigate what that was about before she could feel comfortable opening the doors again. She turned to head back to her office, finding herself face-to-face with a topless woman with glowing red tattoos on her breasts that were shaped like interlocking curved blades.
"Oh, I, uh... I'm sorry. We're closed for the night." Millicent said, averting her eyes from the woman's bare chest.
"Oh, Millie..." the woman, known to her sisters as Venatrix, responded, "You shouldn't have done that to my zombies..."
Millicent looked up at the woman in shock as a backhand whipped across her face. She fell to the ground, clutching her amulet. The amulet filled the room with light once again. "BY THE WILL OF RASU, TURN BACK, YOU VILE WITCH!" she screamed.
Venatrix kicked the amulet out of Millicent's hand. "Oh, honey... Save it for the show..." She kicked the priestess in the stomach and grabbed the small facemask off of the temple floor. Millicent clutched her gut in pain as Venatrix slipped the mask over her nose and mouth. "Sleep tight, darling..."
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Franklin Ellis swaggered down Chestnut Street. He was a tall, lanky, white man dressed in a plaid shirt and suspenders. On his face was a thick lumberjack beard and thick-rimmed plastic eyeglass frames without any lenses in them. He fit right in with the hipster-chic population of New Calvary. Nobody suspected a thing. Along the way, he "accidentally" bumped into a businessman, planting the seeds of having an affair into his thoughts. He brushed past a young mother, planting the suggestion that her life would be better if some accident were to rid her of her children. His meddling wouldn't always have the effect that was intended, but it was a safer way to spread suffering through the world without some uppity paladin getting in the way. Not a single clue would ever lead an investigation back to him. It was good to be a daemon.
He made a turn into a the Bloodshot Tavern, a dive bar that had been converted from an opthamologist's office after the doctor was driven out of business by a huge malpractice lawsuit. Clever. The light wooden door gave way to his touch as if it were air. He stepped inside, only to find that not a single person inhabited this place. That was strange. The OPEN sign was glowing. The door was unlocked. Business should be booming. He walked in further to investigate.
"Ahoy? Looking for a drink!" he called out.
Nothing.
He turned to leave, only to be met by a humanoid being lurching toward him.
"Whoa, back off, buddy," he warned. "You don't know who you're messing with." The figure ignored him, creeping ever closer to Franklin. He pushed the lurching creature away, only to find himself surrounded by half a dozen of Them.
"ALL OF YOU, DROP," he commanded. Without hesitation, They collapsed onto the floor as though They were rag-dolls. Franklin looked around the empty bar, searching for Their leader. "All right. Come on out, whoever you are," he sighed.
"Sardani Phemia..." a female voice uttered from the shadows. Venatrix stepped forward into the light of one of the tavern's dim lamps. "I must say I'm impressed. I didn't think that you could take down my zombies so easily. It appears I owe my sister Shibari a pretty penny."
"So you know who I am," Franklin sighed, transforming into her true form: Sardani Phemia, a red-skinned, gold-eyed, female daemon with pastel pink hair and two large horns curving upward from her forehead. "What do you want?"
"Your obedience," smirked Venatrix.
Sardani scoffed. "Do I look like your slave?"
"Why don't you look under those floorboards there?" Venatrix pointed at the ground below Sardani's feet.
With a cautious curiosity, Sardani displaced one of the loose floorboards from underneath her. "Fuck!" She exclaimed. "That's..."
"...a binding circle," Venatrix finished Sardani's sentence for her. "You are now bound to my will until I decide to release you."
Sardani snarled at her captor. "What is your will, Mistress?" she asked with a bitter tongue.
"I am taking you to a Gladiatrix tournament wherein the winner of each battle sexually dominates and humiliates the loser. I expect you to use your shapeshifting powers to put on a hell of a show in your fights, if you'll pardon the pun."
"Oh," Sardani gasped, her composure instantly becoming more pleasant. "Oh! Well, shit, Ven. You want me to make some poor girls suffer, and I don't even have to hide it? That's right in my wheelhouse! You didn't need to do all this. You could have just asked!"
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"Please!" Millicent begged the guards as they forced her to walk down the hallway to the arena. "I don't want to do this! I have pledged to spread hope and light and preserve life! This is counter to everything I stand for and I'm very uncomfortable with the alterations that have been made to my holy vestments!"
"Shut up!" commanded one of the guards, pushing her out the door into the arena.
"Gods, what a mouthy little bitch," the other complained, closing the gates behind her. "I hope she gets offed this round..."
Millicent slipped her holy amulet out of the thigh strap around her leg, running her fingers across its contours to soothe her. She looked around the arena. It was an absolute hellscape. Dusky flames surrounded her, casting hardly any light, yet burning with such intensity that her skin felt like it was going to peel off. She pressed onward where the fires died down, giving way to jagged earth and rough winds. Rusty pitons stuck out of the ground at all angles, forcing her to step carefully, especially with her bare feet. Her amulet glowed now, only faintly, like a dying LED, but it was better than 5 minutes ago where it would not light at all.
In the distance, it looked like there was a crumbling building with shattered windows. Tiny shards of broken glass littered the ground for several meters around the decrepit structure. Her amulet's glow grew stronger. As she approached, she recognized it as a temple of Rasu. She hopped around the broken glass and entered through the doorless frame.
"Hello?" Millicent called out, wandering through the main hall. "This is a place of worship and safety! We don't have to fight! If you're in here, we can pray together and Rasu will deliver us!"
"Oh is that so?" A voice spoke up from the altar. A huge marble statue of Rasu, detailed with lapis lazuli, stood at the altar. Rasu's head had been detached from the statue and it rested at hr feet. Atop her severed neckline sat the daemon Sardani, grinning smugly.
"A daemon?" Millicent cried out. "You've enlisted the services of a DAEMON?"
"That's right, babe," Sardani uttered, "and I'm gonna make you suffer all... night... long..."
"STAND DOWN, VILE DAEMON! THIS IS A HOLY PLACE!" Millicent bellowed, directing her amulet at Sardani. It glowed with such vibrant intensity, even Millicent was surprised.
Sardani reeled back, clutching her head. "Hey, cut it out, bitch. That shit's giving me a fuckin' headache..."
Millicent continued forward, her arm outstretched, pointing the amulet at Sardani.
"Okay, okay! Stop! I repent! I've done bad things! I've hurt people! I've gotten sick pleasure out of it! But that's over now," the daemon wept into her hands. "I don't want to hurt people anymore. Please help me change... Just put that thing away! It hurts!" She groveled before the priestess.
"This is a holy weapon, Daemon. It only hurts those who are of a foul heart. If you have truly repented, this amulet will do you no harm." Millicent thrusted the amulet toward Sardani, pressing it into the skin between her breasts. The daemon's red flesh to sizzled and burned at the touch of the amulet. Sardani let out a blood-curdling shriek as her tender red flesh crackled and popped.
"You... bitch..." Sardani breathed heavily. "If that leaves a mark, I'll..." She glanced around at her surroundings quickly before bolting out the door. The broken glass posed no threat to her. Even if it pierced her shoes, there were few things in the world that could really bring harm to her, and non-magical piercing damage wasn't one of them.
Millicent, on the other hand, had to be much more careful. By the time that she was able to move past the field of glass, Sardani was gone.
"Hey! Wait! Help!" a small voice called out from the darkness ahead. A young neh-phi woman was caught with her skimpy green leotard caught on one of the rusty metal pitons jutting out from the ground, leaving her dangling with her feet inches above the floor. Millicent slipped her amulet back into her thigh strap and rushed over to the neh-phi. She was pledged to give hope and light to all. It was her duty, and neh-phi looked so much like children to members of the taller races that it just made a certain protective instinct kick in.
"Are you okay?" Millicent asked the neh-phi, lifting her gently off of the piton. "What's your name?"
"I'm Orili," announced the woman. "Thank you for saving me. Are you a priestess?"
"I am," Millicient replied. "Why do you ask?"
"I heard a terrible howl and then a daemon ran past me, just down that path towards the fires," Orili explained, gesturing away from the temple. "I kept quiet, and I don't think she saw me, but she looked pretty hurt."
"I understand," Millicent nodded, grasping her amulet once again. "Follow me, and keep an eye out behind us." She put one foot forward and felt a crack at the back of her skull. She fell forward into the rocks, her arms scratched open by the pitons on the way down. Footsteps crunched on the dry earth around her. A hand grabbed her cornflower blue hair and pulled her face upwards to a familiar smug, red grin.
"Surprise, bitch. It was me all along," Sardani gloated. With a shaky hand, Millicent weakly directed her amulet at the daemon. It glowed weakly and then extinguished like a firefly's abdomen. Sardani shook her head. "You're not in your sanctuary anymore, princess. You're on my turf now."
"You're evil..." Millicent wheezed trying to pull herself back onto her feet, "...pure evil..." Sardani's boot heel pushed her back down into the ground.
"I know," Sardani smiled as she tore the priestess's skimpy outfit off of her body. "And now I'm going to make sure you can never be a threat to my fun again." Sardani's body twisted and morphed as it grew in size. Her boots became cloven hooves. Her red skin became covered in brown fur and her face protruded into a snout. A huge cock unsheathed from between Sardani's minotaur legs. Without pause, Sardani thrust her humongous member into Millicent's virgin pussy.
"AAAH!" the priestess cried. "NO! NO! STOP! IT HURTS!" Blood stained Sardani's bull cock.
"I know," Sardani grunted. "That's the POINT!" She thrusted in harder upon the last word, causing Millicent to gurgle and wheeze, scrambling to get away. Sardani pinned her down, pushing her meaty rod all the way in, stretching Millicent's womb, causing a visible bulge in her belly. Millicent's face face was turning red as everything started to fade to black. Her body twitched between each painful thrust. Blood trickled from her mouth. She felt bull semen jettison into her womb as everything became hazy and distant, and then there was darkness.
Sardani pulled her blood-soaked cock out of the dead priestess's ruptured innards and transformed back into her true form. A silver-blue mote of light fluttered out of Millicent's mouth. The daemon plucked it out of the air and put it into a small vial she had stowed in the arm of her glove.
"And now your soul is mine..." she grinned.
About the girls.
Two new contestants have been captured for the Gladiatrix Tournament. Sheelah Aine is a half darkling*, half silvarba** who uses taboo blood magic to manipulate plantlife and alter the balance between life and death. Orala Rosleigh is a neh-phi*** who uses powerful alchemy to create specialized potions and bend the elements to her will. Will Sheelah be able to triumph over Orala with her army of undead plants, or will she simply give Orala the ingredients that she needs to create Sheelah's undoing? YOU DECIDE!
*Darklings are elves that have been tainted due to generations of dark magic use. They tend to have jet black skin and light colored hair.
**Silvarba are a jungle race closely related to humans, whose hair has been turned green by plant matter that grows symbiotically inside of them.
***Neh-phi are a diminutive race, related to elves. Eliri was a neh-phi as well.
Vote for Round 4 now Who will win battle 4? - Poll
About the girls.
Two new contestants have been captured for the Gladiatrix Tournament. Sheelah Aine is a half darkling*, half silvarba** who uses taboo blood magic to manipulate plantlife and alter the balance between life and death. Orala Rosleigh is a neh-phi*** who uses powerful alchemy to create specialized potions and bend the elements to her will. Will Sheelah be able to triumph over Orala with her army of undead plants, or will she simply give Orala the ingredients that she needs to create Sheelah's undoing? YOU DECIDE!
*Darklings are elves that have been tainted due to generations of dark magic use. They tend to have jet black skin and light colored hair.
**Silvarba are a jungle race closely related to humans, whose hair has been turned green by plant matter that grows symbiotically inside of them.
***Neh-phi are a diminutive race, related to elves. Eliri was a neh-phi as well.
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A little about myself, I am a professional 3D artist from Norway but I have recently put a lot of focus in to drawing. I decided to design 64 girl fighters and then see if I find a forum where people would vote on the girls they want to win.
So far there has been 3 battles that are currently being illustrated. Story for the first 3 battles has now been provided to us curtsy of the hentai-foundry user "DRaB"
Battle 1.
29 Yvonne Bossard Vs 56 Jolanda Felipa
Yvonne Bossard was the scion of the forest spirit Trayt and defender of the Everstone Woods, an isolated land sheltered from the modern world. It is a land where nature prevails over all and magic still runs strong. Her pact with Trayt grants her the power to manipulate earth and wood to defend against any danger posed to her forest home, or her tribe within it. She had neutralized every threat with great ease until They arrived. Suddenly, Yvonne's powers failed her. Her magic was crippled, leaving her unable control neither plant nor land. Thinking quickly, she changed her strategy. Using her opponents' own motion against them, she managed to duck and weave around one of Them and break one of her assailants' arms right before a sharp pain erupted in the back of her head, and then nothing. Blackout.
Jolanda Felipa was world famous for her act in the Jadefall Circus Troupe. One of her more well known acts, known as The Phoenix, involves her juggling three torches while effortlessly flipping and twisting through the air, only briefly touching one of the tiny metal hoops to swing herself into a new trajectory. On one fateful night, Jolanda was finishing up practice on a new routine she was perfecting, The Hydra, which involved using colorful whip-like ribbons to keep herself aloft, never touching the hoops with her hands at all. It was an act of true strength and grace. As she was packing up her things to head home, she was ambushed from the shadows by Them. She lashed out with her ribbons, taking out all attackers on the ground right before she felt two feet land on her shoulders and a hand slipped a small mask over her mouth and nose. She staggered and felt the ground rush up towards her before darkness engulfed her.
...
Days had passed since each of the women had woken up in their respective Gladiatrix suites. They had been briefed on their situation. They are to fight until one is forced to submit. The winner sexually dominates the loser for the audience's amusement. If anyone refuses, they die. If a loser no longer pleases the audience, they die. At the end of it all, the winner is granted their freedom. It was a hard pill to swallow, but they had already experienced the power of their captors. What other options was there?
Yvonne was escorted through the corridor to the place where she would do battle. The door lifted before her, revealing the arena. Her eyes drifted from the dirt floor, littered with boulders to the metal hoops that jutted out from some ornate chrome pillars on the field. It was like the field was designed with herself in mind, as well as someone who could utilize those perches. Her gaze finally settled upon her opponent, the famous Jolanda Felipa, who was dressed in the most colorful mockery of taste that the sheltered Yvonne had ever seen.
Without hesitation, Jolanda let a colorful ribbon fly, latching it onto one of the metal hoops and propelling herself into the air. Yvonne rose her hand and a giant earthen snake tunneled out of the dirt to grab the acrobat, but by the time it got to her, Jolanda had already swung out of the snake's path, only allowing the snake to snag on of her shoulder straps, exposing her left breast. She pushed off into a flying kick directed straight towards her stationary opponent. With another gesture from Yvonne, a giant hand made of rocks and dirt erupted out of the ground before Yvonne and smacked the airborne Jolanda to the ground.
Jolanda nimbly rolled back into a standing position to find both the hand and the snake poised over her, ready to deal a crushing blow. Her ribbons shot out in a flash, wrapping around the earthen constructs. She quickly tugged on each ribbon, sending Yvonne's colossi crashing into each other and crumbling to the ground.
"I'll show you!" Yvonne shouted as she rose her hands, conjuring a rocky humanoid construct with a large erect stone cock behind her, only to feel her wrists being gripped tightly. She looked up to find Jolanda's ribbons binding her hands before she was yanked face-first into the dirt. Her construct stumbled and came crashing down on top of her.
Yvonne opened her eyes as Jolanda's footsteps neared and her gaudy rainbow boots stepped into view. "I'm so sorry I have to do this to you," Jolanda said. "This really isn't how I wanted to use my talents, but if it means my freedom..." Her voice trailed off as she roughly hoisted Yvonne's defeated body out from under the golem, causing the forest warrior's thin green bandeau to fall loose from her breasts. She tied the ribbons on Yvonne's wrists to some of the metal hoops around the arena, and another around one of her ankles, leaving only one of the nature-mage's feet just barely able to touch the ground.
"No... not like this..." Yvonne weakly protested as she struggled in her binds.
"I know what a little whore like you deserves!" Jolanda hammed it up for the audience. "Since you love the earth so much, perhaps you should give it some pleasure!" The crowd cheered as she walked over to the humanoid construct and delivered a sharp kick to the groin, breaking the phallus off. Yvonne yelped as Jolanda stuffed the oversized stone member into the bound warrior's unwilling pussy, pushing it all the way in. Tears began to stream down her face.
"I am Jolanda Felipa, ruler of the skies!" the victor bellowed over the cheer of the crowd. "And I will never be grounded!"
Battle 2.
41 Eliri Kelzana Vs 33 Til Liliya
Eliri Kelzana stood among the greatest computer hackers ever known. She had the uncanny knack for getting whatever information she desired, no matter how secured it was. She was a technomancer, a special breed of sorcerer who could speak with, and even manipulate electronics to her personal whims. Computers understood her, trusted her, loved her.
It was her own personal computer, Solomon, who warned her that she was about to be attacked. Solomon had been tracking the recent string of disappearances of famous or talented women and deduced that it would not be long before Eliri became a target. He displayed charts detailing the attributes of the women, and a map of the locations from which they had disappeared. Before he could tell her who was behind all of this, he erupted in a violent burst of sparks. Solomon was dead. This was too much to be a coincidence; this was sabotage.
The government had finally made its move, Eliri deduced. Those cretins in the federal agencies were always trying to shut her down, stop the freedom of information, but she had always been two steps ahead. This was just a scare tactic, it had to be. Eliri paced nervously around her apartment. Suddenly, there was a sharp crack at the entrance. Her door splintered as They busted through it.
They appeared mindless, yet their actions were quite deliberate. They charged toward her. Eliri took a quick glance at a large robotic dog that was resting in the corner. As if reacting to her emotions, the dog sprang to life and pounced atop one of Them, gnashing violently at his shoulder. With another glance, Eliri's oven lifted itself off the ground and sprang toward another one of Them, flames roaring within.
"No. None of that," a feminine voice uttered from beyond the shattered doorway. Eliri looked up to see a topless woman with glowing red tattoos upon her breasts, standing in the hall outside. As she spoke, the dog and the oven lumbered to a halt and crashed lifelessly to the floor.
"Wh-what? NO!" Eliri cried as one of Them forced a small mask over her mouth. She staggered. Her vision blurred. Gas. Darkness.
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Til Liliya walked briskly out of the Senate Office Building, wearing a loud red pantsuit and an impatient frown. Reporters swarmed around her, buzzing with questions.
"Ms. Liliya! Is it true that you're planning to run for president in the upcoming election?" one reporter begged.
"What do you have to say in response to the accusations that you have been funneling taxpayer money into your personal account?" another reporter demanded.
"Save it for a press conference," Til snipped, approaching a car that was waiting for her by the curb. She entered the car and looked up at her driver. It was a woman with long red hair and matte grey straps wrapped tightly around her body. "Y-you're not Richard..." she uttered in shock.
"No. I'm not," smirked the mysterious woman. Til scrambled for the door, but before she could get to it the woman snapped her fingers. The seat-belt sprang to life, hastily wrapping around Til's body, pinning her to the seat. The strap-clad figure pressed her foot to the gas pedal, starting the car roaring down the road.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Til demanded as she struggled fruitlessly in her bonds.
"I'm Shibari," replied the woman, smiling deviously, "and where I'm taking you, there are going to be a lot of people who will be very happy to see you."
"What does that mea--?"
"Shh, shh, shh... No more of that, now," Shibari interrupted her. "Why don't you rest?" She pressed a button on the car's console, raising a barrier between the front and the back of the vehicle, muffling the shrill din of Til's demands. Then she pressed another, filling the rear of the car with gas. Within moments, Til Liliya was knocked out. Everything was going according to plan.
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Days had passed since each of the women had woken up in their respective Gladiatrix suites. They had been briefed on their situation. They are to fight until one is forced to submit. The winner sexually dominates the loser for the audience's amusement. If anyone refuses, there will be dire consequences. If a loser no longer pleases the audience, they die. There were mumblings among the women that if a loser wasn't killed, she would be used as some kind of a sex slave. At the end of it all, the final winner is granted her freedom. Powerless against their captors, disobeying wasn't much of an option.
Each morning, they woke up in the clothes they were captured in, but this morning was different. Eliri awoke in her familiar outfit, though it had been altered heavily. A window was cut out of her top to reveal her cleavage. The pant-legs had been removed, leaving only a thin strip of fabric connected to the suit's high waistline down between her legs. She had no shoes. "Well, fuck," she mumbled. "At least they left something..."
Til awoke to find herself in a sexualized mockery of her former outfit. Thin straps of fabric, formerly her red pantsuit, wrapped tightly around her body,leaving very little to the imagination. Skin was exposed everywhere. Her thoughts were broken when two guards walked through the door. It was time to go to the arena.
She reluctantly walked down the hallway, finally turning a corner to enter onto a field that looked a lot like the interior of her Senate Office Building. A whip rested on a desk near her entryway. "Due to her lack of skill, to keep things interesting, Til Liliya will have the advantage of knowing her arena better than her foe," a voice boomed over the loudspeakers.
"Til Liliya...?" Eliri growled on the opposite side of the arena. "That senator bitch?"
"No!" Til asserted herself before the audience. "I refuse to fight!"
From the shadows, female voices whispered.
"She's refusing, sisters. What shall we do?" Shibari smirked.
"I could persuade her..." purred Marquess, sharpening her blades menacingly.
"No, no... No torture. Not for this one," said Luxuria. "I have a much more interesting punishment in mind..."
Luxuria waved her hands in the air and Til was suddenly overtaken by a crushing wave of lust. The senator couldn't keep her hands away from her throbbing wet pussy.
"Nngh..." she moaned and whined. "You can't do this to me..."
"Go, Til. Take down your opponent and make her give you release," whispers filled her head. She staggered toward the center of the arena clutching her whip, rubbing her pussy.
Eliri approached her calmly, followed by two large computer constructs, given life by her innate magic. "You pathetic whore..." Eliri grinned. "I'm going to humiliate you. Then I'm going to get out of here and I'm going to take your whole system down."
"Please..." Til begged, filling her wet pussy with her fingers. "It's too much. Give me release..."
Eliri pulled the crotch of her outfit aside, revealing her pussy. "Eat it, whore."
With tears in her eyes, Til extended her tongue, lapping up Eliri's juices. One of Eliri's computer constructs lifted and spread Til's legs, filling her cunt with a cocklike protrusion while the other one shoved the handle of her whip up Til's ass. She bucked and moaned in self-hateing pleasure as she came all over the arena floor.
"I sense that I was assisted with that win," Eliri muttered to herself. "But no matter. They will all fall by my hand..."
Til Liliya looked up at Eliri Kelzana as she licked the neh-phi's tiny pussy. "Puh-please don't kill me..." she begged with tears in her eyes. The one computer construct violently shook her body with each thrust of its pintle into her wet cunt.
"Kill you?" Eliri laughed. "Haven't you heard the others talking about what happens to the losers here? Death is too good for government scum like you."
Eliri kicked Til to the ground and spit on her. She motioned to her constructs. "Come on, David. Come on, Bathsheba. Let the guards clean up this garbage." The two machines stood and followed her out of the arena.
Battle 3. First blood.
54 Sardani Phemeia Vs 13 Millicent Moses
Millicent Moses sat in a large, comfortable chair in her office, the back room of the Lithium Hills Temple of the Goddess Rasu, swiping through an exciting e-book about a robot apocalypse. She was outfitted in long radiant white and sapphire blue robes, the colors of the banner of Rasu, and her long flowing hair was the color of cornflower. She always considered this rare condition to be a sign that serving Rasu was her purpose in life. The temple was one of the largest and most well-known places of worship dedicated to Rasu, a goddess of the sun, life, and hope. Millicent had served at the temple as a deaconess throughout her youth, eventually earning the title of assistant priestess. She had just become the head priestess at the temple about three years ago, after Monsignor Hughes stepped down from his position due to old age, and the followers of Rasu in Lithium Hills had taken quite well to her.
A blue light on the wall began to glow and emit a pleasant ring. She placed down her e-book and calmly stood. The light, she knew, indicated that someone had crossed the threshold into the temple, and it was her duty to make them feel welcome and make sure they are comfortable. She dusted off her flowing vestments and proceeded to the main hall of worship, where she could greet her guest. As she approached the entrance, she found about half a dozen people lurching in, huddled close together, their heads down with hoods covering their faces in shadow.
"Welcome to our humble temple," she greeted them. "Please, come sit and enjoy the light of Rasu." She raised her hands and her eyes to the ceiling, a lattice filled in with incredibly strong glass panes to let in the maximum amount of natural daylight.
The figures did not acknowledge her greeting, only moving closer steadily and deliberately.
"Is... there anything I can do for you today? Perhaps you had a question regarding Rasu's worship?" Millicent grasped at her words, taking a step backwards. Arms wrapped around her from behind, pressing a mask over her mouth. She spun around, grabbing an amulet from her pocket, directing it at her assailant.
"BY RASU'S WILL, STAND DOWN!" she bellowed. The amulet flooded the room with a radiant, silver-blue light, causing the figures to hiss and cower in fear. "LEAVE THIS HOLY PLACE, ABOMINATIONS!" she commanded. The figures fled hastily, stumbling into each other as they attempted to squeeze themselves out the temple doors.
Visibly shaken from the incident, Millicent walked to the entrance and shut the heavy wooden doors of the temple and locked the deadbolt. She would have to investigate what that was about before she could feel comfortable opening the doors again. She turned to head back to her office, finding herself face-to-face with a topless woman with glowing red tattoos on her breasts that were shaped like interlocking curved blades.
"Oh, I, uh... I'm sorry. We're closed for the night." Millicent said, averting her eyes from the woman's bare chest.
"Oh, Millie..." the woman, known to her sisters as Venatrix, responded, "You shouldn't have done that to my zombies..."
Millicent looked up at the woman in shock as a backhand whipped across her face. She fell to the ground, clutching her amulet. The amulet filled the room with light once again. "BY THE WILL OF RASU, TURN BACK, YOU VILE WITCH!" she screamed.
Venatrix kicked the amulet out of Millicent's hand. "Oh, honey... Save it for the show..." She kicked the priestess in the stomach and grabbed the small facemask off of the temple floor. Millicent clutched her gut in pain as Venatrix slipped the mask over her nose and mouth. "Sleep tight, darling..."
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Franklin Ellis swaggered down Chestnut Street. He was a tall, lanky, white man dressed in a plaid shirt and suspenders. On his face was a thick lumberjack beard and thick-rimmed plastic eyeglass frames without any lenses in them. He fit right in with the hipster-chic population of New Calvary. Nobody suspected a thing. Along the way, he "accidentally" bumped into a businessman, planting the seeds of having an affair into his thoughts. He brushed past a young mother, planting the suggestion that her life would be better if some accident were to rid her of her children. His meddling wouldn't always have the effect that was intended, but it was a safer way to spread suffering through the world without some uppity paladin getting in the way. Not a single clue would ever lead an investigation back to him. It was good to be a daemon.
He made a turn into a the Bloodshot Tavern, a dive bar that had been converted from an opthamologist's office after the doctor was driven out of business by a huge malpractice lawsuit. Clever. The light wooden door gave way to his touch as if it were air. He stepped inside, only to find that not a single person inhabited this place. That was strange. The OPEN sign was glowing. The door was unlocked. Business should be booming. He walked in further to investigate.
"Ahoy? Looking for a drink!" he called out.
Nothing.
He turned to leave, only to be met by a humanoid being lurching toward him.
"Whoa, back off, buddy," he warned. "You don't know who you're messing with." The figure ignored him, creeping ever closer to Franklin. He pushed the lurching creature away, only to find himself surrounded by half a dozen of Them.
"ALL OF YOU, DROP," he commanded. Without hesitation, They collapsed onto the floor as though They were rag-dolls. Franklin looked around the empty bar, searching for Their leader. "All right. Come on out, whoever you are," he sighed.
"Sardani Phemia..." a female voice uttered from the shadows. Venatrix stepped forward into the light of one of the tavern's dim lamps. "I must say I'm impressed. I didn't think that you could take down my zombies so easily. It appears I owe my sister Shibari a pretty penny."
"So you know who I am," Franklin sighed, transforming into her true form: Sardani Phemia, a red-skinned, gold-eyed, female daemon with pastel pink hair and two large horns curving upward from her forehead. "What do you want?"
"Your obedience," smirked Venatrix.
Sardani scoffed. "Do I look like your slave?"
"Why don't you look under those floorboards there?" Venatrix pointed at the ground below Sardani's feet.
With a cautious curiosity, Sardani displaced one of the loose floorboards from underneath her. "Fuck!" She exclaimed. "That's..."
"...a binding circle," Venatrix finished Sardani's sentence for her. "You are now bound to my will until I decide to release you."
Sardani snarled at her captor. "What is your will, Mistress?" she asked with a bitter tongue.
"I am taking you to a Gladiatrix tournament wherein the winner of each battle sexually dominates and humiliates the loser. I expect you to use your shapeshifting powers to put on a hell of a show in your fights, if you'll pardon the pun."
"Oh," Sardani gasped, her composure instantly becoming more pleasant. "Oh! Well, shit, Ven. You want me to make some poor girls suffer, and I don't even have to hide it? That's right in my wheelhouse! You didn't need to do all this. You could have just asked!"
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"Please!" Millicent begged the guards as they forced her to walk down the hallway to the arena. "I don't want to do this! I have pledged to spread hope and light and preserve life! This is counter to everything I stand for and I'm very uncomfortable with the alterations that have been made to my holy vestments!"
"Shut up!" commanded one of the guards, pushing her out the door into the arena.
"Gods, what a mouthy little bitch," the other complained, closing the gates behind her. "I hope she gets offed this round..."
Millicent slipped her holy amulet out of the thigh strap around her leg, running her fingers across its contours to soothe her. She looked around the arena. It was an absolute hellscape. Dusky flames surrounded her, casting hardly any light, yet burning with such intensity that her skin felt like it was going to peel off. She pressed onward where the fires died down, giving way to jagged earth and rough winds. Rusty pitons stuck out of the ground at all angles, forcing her to step carefully, especially with her bare feet. Her amulet glowed now, only faintly, like a dying LED, but it was better than 5 minutes ago where it would not light at all.
In the distance, it looked like there was a crumbling building with shattered windows. Tiny shards of broken glass littered the ground for several meters around the decrepit structure. Her amulet's glow grew stronger. As she approached, she recognized it as a temple of Rasu. She hopped around the broken glass and entered through the doorless frame.
"Hello?" Millicent called out, wandering through the main hall. "This is a place of worship and safety! We don't have to fight! If you're in here, we can pray together and Rasu will deliver us!"
"Oh is that so?" A voice spoke up from the altar. A huge marble statue of Rasu, detailed with lapis lazuli, stood at the altar. Rasu's head had been detached from the statue and it rested at hr feet. Atop her severed neckline sat the daemon Sardani, grinning smugly.
"A daemon?" Millicent cried out. "You've enlisted the services of a DAEMON?"
"That's right, babe," Sardani uttered, "and I'm gonna make you suffer all... night... long..."
"STAND DOWN, VILE DAEMON! THIS IS A HOLY PLACE!" Millicent bellowed, directing her amulet at Sardani. It glowed with such vibrant intensity, even Millicent was surprised.
Sardani reeled back, clutching her head. "Hey, cut it out, bitch. That shit's giving me a fuckin' headache..."
Millicent continued forward, her arm outstretched, pointing the amulet at Sardani.
"Okay, okay! Stop! I repent! I've done bad things! I've hurt people! I've gotten sick pleasure out of it! But that's over now," the daemon wept into her hands. "I don't want to hurt people anymore. Please help me change... Just put that thing away! It hurts!" She groveled before the priestess.
"This is a holy weapon, Daemon. It only hurts those who are of a foul heart. If you have truly repented, this amulet will do you no harm." Millicent thrusted the amulet toward Sardani, pressing it into the skin between her breasts. The daemon's red flesh to sizzled and burned at the touch of the amulet. Sardani let out a blood-curdling shriek as her tender red flesh crackled and popped.
"You... bitch..." Sardani breathed heavily. "If that leaves a mark, I'll..." She glanced around at her surroundings quickly before bolting out the door. The broken glass posed no threat to her. Even if it pierced her shoes, there were few things in the world that could really bring harm to her, and non-magical piercing damage wasn't one of them.
Millicent, on the other hand, had to be much more careful. By the time that she was able to move past the field of glass, Sardani was gone.
"Hey! Wait! Help!" a small voice called out from the darkness ahead. A young neh-phi woman was caught with her skimpy green leotard caught on one of the rusty metal pitons jutting out from the ground, leaving her dangling with her feet inches above the floor. Millicent slipped her amulet back into her thigh strap and rushed over to the neh-phi. She was pledged to give hope and light to all. It was her duty, and neh-phi looked so much like children to members of the taller races that it just made a certain protective instinct kick in.
"Are you okay?" Millicent asked the neh-phi, lifting her gently off of the piton. "What's your name?"
"I'm Orili," announced the woman. "Thank you for saving me. Are you a priestess?"
"I am," Millicient replied. "Why do you ask?"
"I heard a terrible howl and then a daemon ran past me, just down that path towards the fires," Orili explained, gesturing away from the temple. "I kept quiet, and I don't think she saw me, but she looked pretty hurt."
"I understand," Millicent nodded, grasping her amulet once again. "Follow me, and keep an eye out behind us." She put one foot forward and felt a crack at the back of her skull. She fell forward into the rocks, her arms scratched open by the pitons on the way down. Footsteps crunched on the dry earth around her. A hand grabbed her cornflower blue hair and pulled her face upwards to a familiar smug, red grin.
"Surprise, bitch. It was me all along," Sardani gloated. With a shaky hand, Millicent weakly directed her amulet at the daemon. It glowed weakly and then extinguished like a firefly's abdomen. Sardani shook her head. "You're not in your sanctuary anymore, princess. You're on my turf now."
"You're evil..." Millicent wheezed trying to pull herself back onto her feet, "...pure evil..." Sardani's boot heel pushed her back down into the ground.
"I know," Sardani smiled as she tore the priestess's skimpy outfit off of her body. "And now I'm going to make sure you can never be a threat to my fun again." Sardani's body twisted and morphed as it grew in size. Her boots became cloven hooves. Her red skin became covered in brown fur and her face protruded into a snout. A huge cock unsheathed from between Sardani's minotaur legs. Without pause, Sardani thrust her humongous member into Millicent's virgin pussy.
"AAAH!" the priestess cried. "NO! NO! STOP! IT HURTS!" Blood stained Sardani's bull cock.
"I know," Sardani grunted. "That's the POINT!" She thrusted in harder upon the last word, causing Millicent to gurgle and wheeze, scrambling to get away. Sardani pinned her down, pushing her meaty rod all the way in, stretching Millicent's womb, causing a visible bulge in her belly. Millicent's face face was turning red as everything started to fade to black. Her body twitched between each painful thrust. Blood trickled from her mouth. She felt bull semen jettison into her womb as everything became hazy and distant, and then there was darkness.
Sardani pulled her blood-soaked cock out of the dead priestess's ruptured innards and transformed back into her true form. A silver-blue mote of light fluttered out of Millicent's mouth. The daemon plucked it out of the air and put it into a small vial she had stowed in the arm of her glove.
"And now your soul is mine..." she grinned.
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