The Sisterhood's Transsexual Interdimentional Schoolgirl Lesbian

by MadHat886

A number of women from different worlds end up in a world where lesbian demons and futa dark elves hunt them down to make them their sex slaves. By Krellscholar.

13. Chapter 13

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Chapt. 13

The Tournament and Conspiracies Begin

Sakura leaned against the wall of the bath, water up to her neck, eyes half closed as, under the water, she spread her perfect thighs far apart. She had just finished her first daily workout in the huge building known as the Gynasium of the Tournament. The Eastern sky just lightening through the towering glass dome arching over the work out area she had just left in going to visit the baths on the first floor.
She was still excited from the tour last night that she had participated in. The Gynasium of the Tournament was a towering, massive place. Three stories, each with thirty foot ceilings, raised the building to over one hundred feet high. The frame-less glass dome that rose over nearly the entire Gynasium, at its highest point (directly over the combat area) tripled that.
Nearly a mile on a side, the first and second floors were filled with mostly guest rooms, of which there were over ten thousand. On each of the first two floors communal areas such as the baths and dining occupied the middle of the floors, dividing the collections of rooms firstly into two wings, an East and West wing, then walls for conduits and other equipment divided the Wings into North and South sub-wings.
These had been awarded to the various 'leaders' for their followers' use. Ryoko and Sappho each shared, respectively, the South and North sub-wings of the Western Wing while Ama-arhus' people had the entire North sub-wing and parts of the South, all in the Eastern Wing…

Lilith was 'hunting'. She hadn't 'fed' in days, not since the precarious 'peace' had been declared between the Sisterhood and Ama-arhus. As of now, she was on Ama-arhus' side, living in a room, unfortunately by herself, voluntarily in the Southern sub-wing of the Eastern Wing.
Now she couldn't wait anymore. Certainly she couldn't wait until the Tournament got started! She had to feed!
Now!
Now she was carefully exploring the endless hallways of the Eastern Wing, ever moving deeper, and farther away from her own room, into the Southern sub-wing.
Hunting…
Hunting in the predawn hours in this muscle-bound place meant only one thing…Lilith wanted to feed off of one of the 'health-nut' babes before they did their morning workouts and use up all that delicious energy at worthless activities like improving endurance, building muscle, maintaining reflexes.
Lilith already had the means of building muscle (a certain muscle!), maintaining…hell…increasing the right reflexes, and her partners would never have a problem with endurance! Not once she got atop them!
Then, as she reached a corner of a intersecting hallway, she saw her ham and eggs for the morning!
She was an Amazon. She had to be an Amazon: Big woman, six six at least, massively muscled for a mortal human woman, oozing power. She walked with some stiffness but not from soreness for all her bulky back and shoulder muscles interfered slightly with the fluid movements of her joints.
For a big woman she had a big pair of tits!
Lilith liked big tits!
Her hips were wider than her height demanded, her waist narrower.
But she wasn't wearing an Amazon's uniform. Brown vest, tied across those beautiful big boobs, and a stuffed pair of Sherwood Forest green tights.
A rebel or outcast Amazon then.
"Good!" thought the Succubus. "She'll be horny, too! But an outcast may not be so stuck up about it!"
Lilith stepped out into the hallway, staggering slightly as she approached her victim. Just before contact was made she extended her tail.
Lilith staggered into the Amazon.
Contact was like walking into a mountain.
With a "Urg!" from the Succubus, not the Amazon, Lilith rather violently bounced off the Amazon, nearly smacking into the wall behind her.
"What was that for?" the Amazon said, turning to face the really disordered Lilith.
The Succubus quickly recovered her composure. "Why, (hick!) my mistake friend! Little drunk, you know!"
"What is this? A drunk Succubus! Never head of it!" The Amazon apparently wasn't noticing the dim glow surrounding Lilith. Her 'Forced Seduction' attack.
Lilith staggered forward. "(Hick!) Sorry!"
After another step the Succubus suddenly stopped and shrugged her shoulders. The barely not transparent shift that all had to wear, at least, outside of the combat arena, abruptly fell to the floor. Standing there naked and glowing, Lilith smiled and said, "Mistakes happen!"
The Amazon stood there, glowing, gawking eyes fixed on the Succubus' superhuman beauty. For a long moment she stood frozen, looking a now smiling Lilith up and down…slowly.
Finally, with a jerk of her head, the Amazon returned. "I must practice, exercise for my first bout is tomorrow."
Slinking up to the Amazon, totally sober now, Lilith stepped right up until their tits nearly touched. Still glowing, she touched the Amazon's left boob through her vest. Running two fingers over and then around that massive, easily twice as meaty as her own, Amazon tit, Lilith smirked when the Amazon's nipple relentlessly rose through the vest in the middle of the invisible circle the Succubus' fingers had been making.
The Amazon suddenly shuddered and gasped.
Lilith looked up at her, now, sweating face and said, "You know, I can give you a better workout than that gyn! And I guarantee that your muscles won't…burn at all!"
The Amazon moaned. It was obvious she was having difficulty maintaining her enthusiasm…her discipline regarding her exercise…or which exercise she was going to engage in this morning.
Then the Succubus' tail slipped its cockhead shaped tip under the Amazon's waist band, right over her navel, and plunged down, pulling the band with it.
Lilith cupped the Amazon's throbbing boob in her right, and reached up with her left to grab the towering woman by the back of her neck. One tug started the Amazon's head down to Lilith's offered up face…
"C'mer, " Lilith said just before their lips met.
As soon as the kiss was established, and the Amazon moaned in overwhelming passion, Lilith confidently released the back of her neck.
When the Amazon did nothing to break their Succubus enhanced kiss, Lilith dropped her hands to the Amazon's hips. Hooking her thumbs under the Amazon's waist band, and assisted by the Succubus' tail pulling down in front, she jerked the tights down to the lower half of the Amazon's thighs.
Then, reaching back up, Lilith pulled the vest up until those Amazonian melons were bouncing free.
Still the Amazon maintained Lilith's hypnotic kiss.
Only when Lilith's tail suddenly plunged into the Amazon's wide open and dripping wet snatch did the Amazon break the kiss with a gasp.
Yet she did nothing further. She could have slammed Lilith to the opposite wall, wrenched out of their sockets the Succubus' boob mauling arms, or twisted her head around until it came off.
But she didn't. She could only stare at the gorgeous smiling Lilith as she was uncovered.
Lilith didn't have to give another command to kiss the tall Amazon again. The towering woman eagerly bent over to receive Lilith's magick magnified kiss.
"Take me to your room!" Lilith whispered forcefully into the Amazon's lips. "I want you!"
"But p…p…practice…" the Amazon began with a passion filled, shuddering voice. At once, with a loud grunt, her eyes opened wide, her lower jaw dropped, and she started panting, hard and fast, right into Lilith's face.
Lilith had just sent her fist sized, glans shaped tip of her now wrist thick tail right up the Amazon's cunt, almost to her cervix.
"I'll give you some practice," she added with another kiss…and further, deeper thrust up Amazon belly.
The third time was the charm…
The moaning Amazon picked up Lilith in her arms as tenderly as such a bulked up woman could, and retraced her steps back down the hall. Quickly her tights fell to her ankles and she could only shuffle and hobble with little steps. However neither wanted her to stop to pull them up, especially with the Succubus' tail drilling and flailing about in the Amazon's quivering pussy and bulging belly!
The Amazon had to walk as quickly as was possible with her tights around her ankles and her knees flared outward to give ample room to Lilith's all too persuasive and penetrating tail.
Though they could make very slow time working down the last hallway, neither Lilith nor the Amazon showed any signs of great concern for being observed. Both were lost in each other's arms, mouths, genitals. Even Lilith, the consummate seducer, had lost herself, in her hunger, in the powerful Amazon's arms.
Lilith was actively and openly fucking the Amazon with her tail, making no attempt at disguising the feet of cockshaft-like tail jutting straight up into dripping, floppy lipped, power-woman twat, relentlessly, ruthlessly fucking her deep and fast and dominately as they more staggered than walked down the last hall to the Amazon's room. The Amazon was gasping into Lilith's mouth and shuddering so much when they got to her room that Lilith had to open the door. Like newlyweds they crossed the threshold with Lilith still in the Amazon's arms. Inside they stopped a moment, kissing again with ultimate newlywed passion. During that kiss the room was filled with the squishy, sloppy sounds of deep fucking echoed off the walls and loud, forced grunts whenever that Succubus tail struck home, with was most of the thrusts in, into Amazon womb.
The Amazon broke their latest kiss with a gasping cry, "Oh, stop! I can't stand it! Make me cum! Use your demonic arts, Succubus, and remove me from my misery! I'll do anything you want! Just fuck me till I can't stop cumming!"
"Then put me down." Lilith whispered into her sweaty, desperate looking face, "and take off your clothes!"
The Amazon immediately obeyed, putting her down upon her feet, and then just stood there, staring, panting and sweating.
Paralyzed by the awesome lust Lilith had instilled in her.
On her feet, still naked, Lilith removed her tail from the Amazon's 'tail', then barked, "Strip!"
Then, not waiting for the Amazon's reaction, she called up her nyobin.
The Amazon, after Lilith's barked command, remained glassy eyed and shuddering, wet thighs spread and shaking She did a double take when she saw what was growing out of the Succubus loins! A count later and her eyes widened into mostly white, anime eyes when the beer can thick, rapidly extending clit unmistakably appeared, jutting far out from of Lilith's loins. And growing! "W…W…What is that?"
Lilith chuckled. "Oh, just a trick I learned from some Miroku sluts who I plan on using this on, or in, before this tourney is over. It's call a nyobin. Some kind of super-swollen clit."
Her nyobin had been extending throughout her bragging and, by now, was close to sixteen inches long.
The Amazon was alarmed by its appearance, but still she was not showing any signs of resistance. She certainly wasn't angry! Her eyes rose from staring at the nyobin to Lilith's grinning face. "It's so…big!" she gasped like a teenager facing her first boyfriend, his organ, her first, up and angry in eagerness to get at her.
Lilith's smile, and confidence, broadened. Someone had told her that Amazons were size queens. This one certainly acted like it! "So, lets impress her!" she told herself, rushing even more blood to her loins.
The Amazon's eyes widen further. Lilith had managed eighteen inches!
"Want to try it on…or in?" Lilith husked, stepping up to the awed, hulky woman. Her nyobin, naturally hot and furiously stiff, not to mention swollen (Australian) beer can thick, pressed into the Amazon's ribbed, firm stomach. That stomach immediately went soft, permitting the first three inches of the nyobin to sink into the Amazon without her making a sound.
She stepped on the tights wrapped around the Amazon's ankles. "Pull your legs out, My Dear!" she husked.
Not taking her gaze off of Lilith's eyes, the Amazon obeyed.
Immediately after removing the tights, Lilith reached way over her head to pull the vest off.
The Amazon cooperated in every way imaginable.
Once stripped, the Amazon's hands dropped to Lilith's fully engorged and expanded clit, running her powerful but sensual hands and fingers all around the feminine phallus. Lilith noticed, not without some pride, that the Amazon's substantially over average sized hands could only reach three quarters of the way around her nyobin.
The Amazon had the sweetest, most fixated smile on her face when Lilith looked up, "Like it?"
The Amazon nodded rapidly.
"What would you like to do with it?" Lilith husked.
The Amazon looked up into Lilith's eyes and, with all sincerity, gasped, "Fuck me! It's been so long…you're so big…yes, please, fuck me unconscious!"
"But of course, my Dear! Just what I had in mind!"
With that, the Succubus cupped the Amazon's huge udders and, using that tit grip, pushed the over-towering woman backwards towards her nearby bed. Without taking her hands off of that nyobin, or resisting one bit, the Amazon immediately fell back upon the bed as soon as her legs made contact with the mattress. She bounced a couple of times then went still.
She gawked up at the triumphant Succubus, eyes big as saucers.
Wasting no time, admittedly rushing due to her hunger, Lilith climbed upon the bed and, continuing, then climbed upon the Amazon.
As soon as Lilith was at her feet the Amazon spread her legs apart with a jerk. Lilith shook her head at the action and, gripping the woman behind her knees, lifted her knees up until her knees where up over her hips. Lilith crawled into the naturally formed harbor, bringing her submarine-like nyobin up over the Amazon's soaked loins. Then she pressed the Amazon's knees into the mattress just under her armpits and next to her ribs.
"Put me home!" she commanded in her own hoarse, hunger and passion filled voice. She barked right into the Amazon's sweaty face.
At once, before the Amazon had actually nodded in agreement, the Amazon's hands were reaching for the foot and a half of clit arching over her. Gripping the massively wide, steely shaft firmly, making Lilith wince momentarily, she yanked the nyobin down, forcing the broad tip between her parted and wet labia.
At once the Succubus thrust, abruptly entering into the Amazon's tight pussy with an audible 'pop' and a surprised gasp from her 'bottom'. When she thrust it was long, slow and with great, and no nonsense, power. Seemingly effortlessly, she slid through the Amazon's clit clutching hands, then smoothly between the Amazon's already well parted labia, and, finally, far, far up into Amazon belly.
Lilith smiled wickedly when she smacked into the Amazon's womb and heard her victim moan in real pleasure.
Laying on top of the Amazon's full tits, her face alongside the Amazon's, she licked the Amazon's ear. "Feel good?" she husked into the Amazon's wet ear. "Want some more?"
"Oh yes!" the Amazon nearly screamed as Lilith's nyobin ground away into her cervix. "Please! Please don't stop! Please!"
"Don't you worry, buttercup!" Lilith finished, raising her head up on her arms. Immediately she started up a strong and fast fuck, smashing repeatedly into the Amazon's quivering womb, making her muscular belly jump and jiggle, before pulling back to start all over again. She would drive and grind away a moment…until the Amazon cried out in impending bliss…before pulling back and stroking a few more times before grinding away again.
It drove the Amazon to distraction, that relentless, endless, ruthless three deep strokes and then the mind destroying cervical grind, over and over and over…
It drove the Amazon nuts.
It drove, effortlessly, the Amazon over the edge…
It drove her to orgasm…machine gun orgasm…lung emptying orgasm…Succubus feeding orgasm…
Just the condition Lilith wanted her 'food' to be in when she hungered!
As the Amazon's howls rattled the walls, Lilith, not missing a single orgasm producing thrust, closed her eyes in her own culinary bliss and began to feed.
The Amazon had nothing further to say about feeding the Succubus' clit her orgasmic energy save howl some more…
And, of course, cum her brains out!

Sakura certainly approved those divisions of the building that she had been shown. Kept all the 'parties' apart so no 'spontaneous' combat occurred…and there would not be any until at least tens of thousands of visitors, gambling visitors, were watching!
Which was more to Sakura's mind set, anyway! If its worth kicking someone's ass, its worth doing it right…before 10,000 screaming, slobbering, masturbating lesbians who were betting everything they owned, literally, on who would cum first!
Now that's a game!
The only thing that, in any way, disturbed her first time in the Baths of the Gynasium of the Tournament was the fact that there were some hundreds…no, more like thousands…of other females (Well, mostly female!) taking baths too! And the sun hadn't fully come up yet!
Of course her 'bath tub' was a little larger than an olympic swimming pool…
What kind of 'Bath' is this?!
Her monstrous 'bath' was one of twenty laid out, with a good fifteen feet separating them on all sides, across the floor of the Gynasium's first floor. The building, after all, was some five thousand feet wide and nearly 20% longer in length.
Later this morning light would be streaming in from windows along all four sides. Now glow lamps scattered along the central section of the ceiling above provided 'intimate' illumination. She could hardly make out the figure of the woman in her tub opposite her. Only she was still staring…no, leering at her from when she had entered the bath. She cursed herself for having such a physique, even though it won many contests for her!
The ceiling formed the floor of the next, almost equally sized second floor…where all the apartments emptied into a central area for the restaurant, meeting rooms, and relaxation rooms.
The third was the actual wrestling area, covered by a towering dome of clear material that could be darkened or lightened at will.
This was some setup!
"May I join you?" a very young and feminine voice, distinctly teenaged possessing the sounds of crystal and giggles, suddenly came from above and to her right.
Sakura looked over her right shoulder and saw a foot and leg descend in-front of her, slipping into the warm bath water alongside her right shoulder. The leg was firm, though smooth, lithe yet with an…appropriate…fullness for an athlete. Her thigh followed: longer than Sakura's, but not as full.
Then, as if she were displaying it to her Sakura got a complete view of the girl's loins: Bald, as if naturally, plump mons veneris, bubblegum pink labia and a clit that stuck out a good inch from between them. Her plump buttocks could be seen between her upper thighs: round, firm, smooth and meaty…
Then her hips and belly, taut and flat, smooth like glass, with a navel that disappeared into utter darkness.
A chest that was star athlete firm, with a pair of perfectly conical tits, only a handful, about half of what Sakura was now showing, with more bubblegum pink sweetness for her hard nipples.
Then her face: blue eyes, long blond hair tied in back, tight, red lips, little pointed nose…
Wendy!
"Wendy!" Sakura gasped, in-spite of herself.
"Oh, good! You remember me!" Wendy replied, settling into the bath alongside Sakura. "I was hoping our past…differences won't get in the way of our friendship!"
Sakura took a moment to calm her rising anger and tetanic flexing of her shoulder and leg muscles. "Now, she is being friendly, Sakura!" she told herself. "Don't do anything until she gives you good reason for it! Look, Carmine must have permanently removed Ama-arhus' curse on the girl. Not even one prick! Let's see if she learned her lesson!"
"Wendy, are you competing?"
She frowned slightly, "Yes. Ama-arhus has commanded me. But, to tell you the truth, my heart's really not in it. Not for Ama-arhus, anyway!"
"You don't want to compete for her?!" Sakura gasped. 'But can I trust her?' her mind added.
Wendy's frown dropped further. "Sakura, I'm so lonely! All Ama-arhus has around her are monsters and perverts! I need a friend who is…normal! Like from back on Earth! You are from Earth, can't you help me? I'm going to go nuts if I can't find someone normal to talk to! And I'm so tired of those damned Dark Elves hitting on me since…since Carmine…did me!"
Suddenly, with Wendy's last exclamation, Sakura recognized what the girl had been going through. Putting her arm around the nearly submerged Wendy's strong shoulders, Sakura pressed their sides together under the water. "I know what you are saying…going through, Wendy! Those damn Succubii have been trying to…'score' with me since I first met them! That's one reason I'm in this tourney…going to kick me some Succubus ass!"
Smoothly Wendy draped her left arm around Sakura's shoulder, too. "I'm so glad I've found someone I can…talk with! And I am really feeling like I don't want to fight for Ama-arhus anymore! It was that Carmine that did it to me! Boy, she can really change a girl's head!"

Carmine sat up with a jerk accompanied by a sharp, hoarse gasp. Instantly wide awake, her first instinct was to look all around her, anticipating an assault. Once she confirmed that she was still alone, then, she slumped in relief. As soon as her alertness subsided, the pulsing commands once again demanded all her conscious attention. Relentlessly those repetitious, insistent commands continued to rhythmically surge through her just as they had done in her sleep, when they forced her awake.
"Come to me, Carmine!" went the voice, persistently and consummately sexily…worse…lovingly sexy. "I need you!" It repeated. She didn't recognize the voice…"I want…need you far, far up in me! And you need to take me!" But she instinctively knew who it was…"Come to me! Now! Take me! I want you to use me! I need you! I crave your seed! I need your seed to fulfill my, and your', destiny! Make me heavy with your child! I plead with you! Come! Please!"
Something in the back of her mind screamed: Ama-arhus!
But, also, something from the back of her mind flared in her head, filling her with the most arousing, MALE desires for dominating of a female…taking her…fertilizing her…making her "heavy with child"! She suddenly wanted the pleasure and glory of taking a sweet little female and impregnating her!
Carmine caught herself shaking her head, even though the voice was entirely within her mind. But it just wouldn't go away!
"Come to me! You know you must! You need to master me! To possess me! You need what I can give to you…a child! Only I can do that! Your destiny is with me! We were intended to be together! Come to me! Fuck me!"
With a shudder Carmine sat bolt upright. Her eyes glazed over, fixed directly ahead. Throwing her legs over the edge of the bed assigned her in the vast Gynasium of the Tournament, she stood up.
The only clothing she wore, another pair of 'painted on' tights, were strained to rending in front with her sudden and steely erection, only part of which could fit down her left pant-leg. The bent over shaft, its bulge jutting out a good four or more inches, looked ready to rip her tights in two.
Without blinking she stepped with the assurance of a sleepwalker towards the room's door.
It opened for her, untouched, and she stepped into the dim, empty hallway. Down that hallway, past scores of similar doors leading to similar rooms each containing yet another female Tournament contestant she walked, not deviating in the least, as if she had her blank eyes fixed on her goal.
Of course her destination was far away. A good half hour of walking down hallways, exactly turning right or left at precisely the correct interchange, of not meeting another soul during the entire journey.
Not that she should meet anyone else. It was literally in the middle of the night, hardly much after midnight.
"The voice echoed in her head, becoming ever more urgent as the time went by. Finally, after almost exactly thirty minutes of walking down dim halls, the voice stopped.
It took Carmine a couple of moments to come to her senses. When her eyes could see again she found herself in a very badly lit end of a hallway, facing a ten foot tall pair of oak doors with wrought iron reinforcement.
There was more shadow than light when she was permitted by her formerly mesmerized mind to look about her.
Then she felt herself…
Her breasts screamed at her in their swollen, heated condition. Throbbing in a demanding, but torridly sexy way, they brought her eyes down to see her nipples jut out from her still firm cones. Never had she seen her nipples so long and hard! They had to be a good inch long and, without touching them, she just knew that touching them would have started a series of gasping shudders that would be almost painful in their pleasure.
She refused to touch them.
Then she looked downward further, at her loins…
She moaned at the throbbing, flexing bulge in her drenched tights. The bulge of her bent cock had to extend half a foot out before her, and bobbed continuously as she stared at it. Her entire crotch was soaked…with precum, and her balls, clearly outlined below her tree trunk of an organ, burned like she hadn't orgasmed in a week!
She had all the symptoms of a spell cast on her!
But who would do such a thing to her here, at the Tourney, right before it starts?
Then something moved into view from a big shadow to her right.
With a jerk Carmine turned her head towards the stranger, relaxing only when she saw how short, not even close to five foot tall, the creature was. Then she saw the ears, long and pointed, and how well her skin tone blended into the shadows…
A Dark Elf! And from the bulge in the Elf's short skirt…had to be one of Ama-arhus' Dark Elves!
She stepped up before Carmine until she was less then half a foot before her jumping bulge. Her forehead hardly reached the bottom of Carmine's swollen boobs. After staring a good long while at Carmine's outlined-in-precum-soaked-tights genitals, she looked up at her face.
At that moment Carmine thought she was the sweetest little thing! Her black skin fairly shone in the limited light, her smile broad, youthful, enthusiastic and hungry!
Especially hungry!
She kept glancing down at Carmine's now, apparently, out of control prick jumping wildly behind her clasping cloth. "You must be…you are Carmine, the Assassin!" The Dark Elf literally licked her lips. "My Queen desires…needs your presence, at once!"
She glanced at the double doors behind her. Then she hesitated…
"I should make sure you are…who you claim to be!" she added with an impish smile.
"What do you mean 'Who I am'?" Carmine started when she saw the Dark Elf reach out directly for her ever enlarging bulge.
The Dark Elf hooked her forefinger's long fingernail on Carmine's tights right below her swollen, and not unpainful, melon sized nuts, then pulled upwards…
And Carmine's tights burst open as soon as that fingernail parted the seam and all Carmine owned came flying up and out!
And the hungrily grinning Dark Elf took the full force of Carmine's cockhead uppercutting her chin! "Urg!" she cried, flying back a couple of strides. However she managed to keep her feet.
Carmine could only stand there, panting, seemingly frozen in place (save for her now bobbing cock jutting out under her chin!) as the Dark Elf rubbed her jaw and than stepped back in. She looked up at Carmine's eyes at first, but by the time she got back to her original position she was leering at Carmine's purple glans, nearly even with her little nose.
Then a long, coiled strand of near pearly white precum started slipping out the slit at the tip. Quickly it was hanging down from the tip of her glans. When it reached about three inches long it began to sway from the hard breaths of the Dark Elf.
Carmine saw the Dark Elf, eyes fixed on her swaying wadd worm, lick her lips…
Real hungrily!
"Y…You are Carmine." She said in a quiet, hoarse (for a Dark Elf) voice. It wasn't a question.
"Yes," Carmine tried to reply in a quiet, calm voice. "Were am I? I've seemed to walk here in my sleep…"
"These are the humble quarters of Ama-arhus, your Goddess…"
"Ama-arhus?!" screamed in her head. Visions of being held down, pinned, while a megalomaniacal-sized cock ravaged her, demanding, and getting, heart stopping orgasms and forcing her to empty her balls in wild cum…
Over and over…
"Wha…" she astutely replied.
"She needs you, Assassin. She has ordered me to show you her…bedroom." Then she reached over, under Carmine's towering staff, to gently cup and roll her stiffly swollen, grapefruit sized balls.
Carmine hissed and those balls burned even more than when she had awoken. Her cock leaped once, up mightily until the head reached the Dark Elf's forehead before dropping down. When it reached nadir the inches long strand slid dramatically out further, veritably tripling in length.
The Dark Elf's eyes sparkled. "Oh, Good Carmine, Excellent Assassin! Please! Before you go in…to meet your fate…to meet your Mistress…I haven't fed in days…you will see…the Mistress cannot feed us right now…Oh Please!…Let me…let me once…" The Dark Elf's long tongue suddenly extended out her mouth and caught her swinging coiled strand of manpudding. With remarkable dexterity she hooked the wadd and dragged it into her maw.
With a loud "Gulp!" Carmine's babystuff disappeared into Dark Elf throat and gullet.
Then, leaning forward, eyes and mouth fixed on Carmine's once again drooling cockhead, she added in a passionate, lustful husk, "You taste…so good! Let me…just one time…just let me…I need it so!"
Standing rigidly still, wide eyes gawking at the approaching dark skinned paste eater, Carmine, her horridly aroused mind useless, helplessly stared as the long eared female leaned forward, could only gasp out, "Wha…!"
The Dark Elf engulfed Carmine's fist sized cockhead and began gnawing and sucking…expertly.
"No!" Carmine managed to gasp before it seemed every muscle in her body locked. She flipped up on her toes, eyes screwed shut, as the strongly suckling Elf began to remorselessly swallow her jumping organ.
Never since this 'adventure' began in Sappho's castle had she ever felt so helpless, seized by pleasure so great that her body just wouldn't obey her mind's frantic calls.
The pleasure built as more, ever more, of her cock was swallowed by the petite cocksucker.
With wide eyes she jerked her head down and gaped as a good six inches of shaft followed her cockhead down that Dark Elf's gullet! The delightful little beast's throat looked twice as expanded as before, her mouth wide open, her chin nearly touching her sternum. Her eyes were closed and tears (of joy?) coursed down her cheeks.
And still she tried to swallow more!
Finally Carmine managed to plant a hand on the Dark Elf's forehead and try to stop her advance down Carmine's cock shaft. "S…s…stop!" she gasped. "I am…ung!…to see…AH!…oh fuck!…to see Ama…whine!…arhus, aren't…ung!…I?"
That seemed to get the Dark Elf's attention. She nodded under Carmine's hand, then slowly…very slowly, she retreated back up the shaft until just the mouthful of cockhead was inside her.
Then Carmine felt short but strong fingers cradle her low hanging, stone hard, filled, and melon shaped testicles. When those razor sharp fingernails gripped them, Carmine closed her eyes in doom. All she could gasp was a meek, "No!"
Then the Dark Elf began a most vigorous, sincere, and cum draining gnawing on Carmine's trapped glans!
And Carmine was up on her toes in a flash, honking and hoarsely gasping as she gripped the Dark Elf's hair in both frantic hands.
No sooner was she up on her toes than the Dark Elf was gagging and snorting and inches long, thumb thick jets of lumpy, stringing manchowder was rhythmically and repeatedly spewing out flared Dark Elf nostrils. And the Dark Elf wasn't about to let it end.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" went the tiptoeing, catatonic Assassin as she exploded in Dark Elf mouth.
"Spurt! Choke! Spew! Snort! Spurt! Choke! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!" went the Dark Elf in chorus.
It took a good five minutes for Carmine to stop spewing and relax her tetanic muscles while the cum dripping Dark Elf took her time in licking Carmine clean.
As soon, though, as the Dark Elf rose from lapping up what had to be a good pint of wadd, the double oak doors ponderously opened.
Still snorting up ropy strands of manstuff hanging out her nostrils, the Dark Elf motioned for Carmine to go in. It was clear that the Dark Elf was not to accompany her.
Inside, as the doors closed as ponderously as they had opened, was almost pitch black. Slowly did numerous globes glow more intensely after the doors had closed.
It was a big room. Ceiling a good twenty feet high, twice that of her room, Carmine made a quick estimate of the dimensions and estimated four of her rooms could fit in this one. Some thirty feet before her was a large chair…an unnecessarily large chair. Then she saw the crest on it and realized it was a throne!
Behind the throne, some twenty feet further on, through a number of 'walls' of diaphanous, semi-transparent silks, was an expansive bed, a good ten feet on a side. A tall woman was rising from that bed.
As the woman strode towards her, each silk tapestry parted for her just before contact is made. Even from some fifty feet away Carmine could tell she was taller than her, much taller. She had on a neck to foot gown that clung to her every curve. As she closed Carmine saw that there were no zippers or clasps to describe how she could put it on…or take it off!
Her hour-glass figure was displayed in minute detail. And it was a figure to behold! She had to be a foot taller than Carmine, her hair long and pitch black. Pale face, sharp nose, pale blue eyes, long, regal neck, and the biggest, most firm and conical tits Carmine had ever seen, even on Sappho! As she walked they refused to quiver in the least. An inordinately narrow waist led to hips that seemed too wide for the waist. Finally legs that went on forever. Perfect in form and power.
They were the legs of a gazelle…or of a cheetah running down the gazelle.
She was trying very hard to look kindly and friendly upon Carmine, but the Assassin had seen too much of that in the past. There was anger, and even hatred, in those beautiful pale blue eyes.
Anger…at her?
"Well," she silently told herself. "Who else is here?"
There was no one else here, after all!
"Who was delicious creature?" Carmine said to herself.
That clinging dress left very little to the imagination, after all. Her deep red, almost maroon nipples showed through downright perfectly, and her loins, even from thirty feet away, showed off her clearly bald mound and pussy. You could even see the indentations of the front part of her pussy!
"Could this be Ama-arhus?" she thought, trying to remember what she looked like up close…when she raped her…
"It had to be! These are her rooms!" Carmine thought.
"Welcome, Carmine, to my humble rooms!" the woman said alongside her 'throne'. Her voice rang like a bell.
Suddenly Carmine felt her balls start to burn again.
"Huh, Ama-arhus?" Carmine said as her cock, which had never went down after the blow job, suddenly started bobbing and getting even harder!
"Who else? Oh this?! I have changed my looks, a little bit, for the moment. If you can't redo yourself for an afternoon, what use is there to be a Goddess?"
Carmine tensed. This was bad…really bad…Alone with Ama-arhus in her room. What plans had she?
As if she had read her mind, "Oh, my plans for you will be delicious, for both of us, I assure you! Now be a good guest and strip for me!"
Without hesitation, without thinking, Carmine bent over to pull her ripped asunder tights down to her ankles. It really didn't matter, now. Her tights no longer could cover the important parts, anyway. As she pulled the garment off her feet, she happened to look back up at Ama-arhus' loins.
She did a double take. Those loins WERE flat!
When she rose back up, her eyes never left the beginning of a cameltoe showing between the Goddess' legs.
"Oh, you noticed!" Ama-arhus smiled. With a shrug her entire dress fell to the floor, leaving her absolutely naked, too.
In-spite of her caution, precautions, fear, and hatred, of the Goddess, a bolt of raw, breath catching, lust swept through her when she looked at Ama-arhus naked. Here was no teenybopper Sakura, lush and untouched. This was a woman! Voluptuous, experienced, eager…all those delightful erotic capabilities that teenagers don't have.
And open about her desires. Here was a woman who knew what she wanted, and was going out to get it! No more silly sophomoric games!
Suddenly Carmine saw Ama-arhus' eyes gleaming at her own loins and she looked down to see her hugely swollen cock drooling long strands of fresh precum all over the carpet.
Ama-arhus now knew that Carmine was ready…and able!
Taking a deep breath to subsume the raging, surging lust for that body, Carmine managed to gasp, "W…what do you want…Goddess?"
"I want you to join me, now, this moment…"
In her best shocked Princess Leia, she shot back, "What!?"
"You may recall that Wendy, my Understudy, if you will, was…dis-enabled by you and your formidable equipment. I am afraid that she will be quite unable to win the Tourney now. And I must win this Tourney!" She ended in a hair blowing roar.
Carmine winced.
Ama-arhus demonstrated admirable control of her sudden temper within seconds. "I had great plans for her, especially in the Tournament. Now…" Her voice drifted away as she turned to stride to her throne.
Carmine couldn't help it, her eyes followed Ama-arhus' ass all the way there. She studied each buttock as it flipped up then down as she walked.
Wild, uncontrollable, heart bursting desire roared through her now. She was literally pissing precum down her legs to the drenched carpet below.
Ama-arhus saw the sweaty, sex infused face of the Assassin when she turned to sit, and smiled. Then she sat naked on her throne.
Carmine, sweating like a long distance runner, couldn't take her eyes off of where those lush thighs came together.
Then, with a broadening smile, the Goddess slid her magnificent ass down the throne's seat till her bulging buns hung over the front edge and, spreading her thighs wide, slipped the back of her knees over the ends of the arm rests, making her as open as a female could…to her mate.
Carmine caught herself moaning before she could stop herself.
"Do you want something, my Dear?" the Goddess husked.
Carmine just panted for a long moment, then broke down, "What do you want of me? You've raped me once already! I must admit that I have never been more…in desire to FUCK a…female as I am now! Is that what you want to hear?"
"Oh don't be so melodramatic, my Dear! Of course you want to fuck me! You can't help it! It's what Goddesses do to mere women! No! What I want is for you to join me! Be my champion!"
Carmine was struck dumb.
"Join me, and I can guarantee that you will win the Tournament! Then you can have your sweet bimbo, Sakura." Then, with a sweep of her arm, an oval panel materialized. It quickly glowed, then formed an image on it. It was an image of a swimming pool, it was big enough for one, with two females seated at one end. The image panned in and Carmine recognized one of the figures.
"Sakura!" She'd recognize that 'figure' anywhere: Firm and big boobs, fiery red nipples, narrow smoothly flat waist and wide, full hips and thighs. Only this 'figure' was almost entirely under water and those thighs were…spread wide.
Then she recognized the blond with her back turned to her view: "Wendy!" she growled.
Ama-arhus was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Yes! I sent her to…make friends with Sakura. Maybe Wendy can get her to join with me? In any case Wendy is very…good with girls! At the least Sakura will not be at her best in combat once Wendy is finished seducing her! What do you think of my plans?"
"You can't succeed! I'll…"
"You will stop me?! How?" Then the Goddess swept her hand across Carmine's position.
Carmine felt a flash of light, throughout her body. A split second seemed to pass where she was nowhere before she came back to her senses, hotter than ever for hard driving, deep thrusting sex.
Then she cried out when she realized that she was now strapped into a frame, tied to the frame in a severe spread eagle, each arm and leg firmly affixed to a corner of the rectangular frame.
"No!" she screamed now! She looked down to see her bag, stuffed with her swollen, burning testicles, hanging…swinging down halfway to her knees between thighs nearly 90 degrees apart from each other.
Then she looked up at the still spread legged Ama-arhus, fear written openly across her face.
The Goddess shook her head sadly. "You don't have to go through this, you know, my Dear. I certainly don't want to harm you! You are precious to me, you see! Not only are you to become my Paladin, but also my husband."
"What?!" came back Carmine's Princess Leia' reply.
"Oh! Didn't I mention it? Well, there has to be a good reason for me to leave my…masculine equipment back home, isn't it? In order for me to have a child, my successor, if you will, I need to be quite female."
She stroked her bald, perfectly pink and dripping wet cunt openly displayed to Carmine. "Do you agree?"
Carmine's fear disappeared under a flood of ever more potent lust. Her mind had just a second to suggest that this was Ama-arhus' doing when all independent thinking disappeared under the relentless waves of fuck lust smothering her. Staring at that pussy, the most desirable thing in her life just then, Carmine nodded…eagerly.
"Good! Then all that is missing is my mate…my husband, if you will. And you are the most…qualified agent around here for that task. Don't you agree, my mate?"
Carmine moaned again, but not from any type of pain.
Except in her boiling nuts.
She managed though, just managed, to shake her head.
"Ah! That famous courage of yours! I have heard much of it. Another reason I have chosen you to impregnate me! But, you must come to me, and cum for me, from your own free will. And I expected just such a reply as you have given me. You clearly need…persuasion! Well, let me persuade you why you should, and will, join with me!"
Then she got up and walked slowly up to Carmine, her eyes locked on Carmine's cock. She stopped just a couple feet in-front of her, Carmine's cock nearly touching Ama-arhus's belly. The Goddess slowly knelt before the Assassin.
"First I need to measure you, to insure you are able to reach my womb with enough…essence to do the job," she said.
Cradling her balls in one hand, making Carmine wince again out of fear of the pain that hand could create, the Goddess took her other hand, her right, and wrapped it around the base of Carmine's cockshaft. That is, she tried to for her fingers could only get some 75% around the maximally inflated pole.
Then, without further small talk, the Goddess leaned forward, lower jaw dropped till chin touched sternum, and engulfed Carmine's prick in one supernatural, superhuman gulp!
Carmine gasped, then cried like a baby as the most intense sensations, blissful sensations and oh so orgasm demanding, seized her. Then when the Goddess' throat began gripping and then milking her…
It was over…
Carmine screamed as her meat jerked, once, far down Ama-arhus' throat. It was a warning. The only warning.
A warning that Carmine, whether she wanted to or not, was going to spew. Nothing in the Universe was going to prevent her from unloading.
It was so intense that she didn't even notice Ama-arhus gagging when her lips touched Carmine's heaving belly. Nor did she notice the Goddess' almost instant retreat.
"Please!" Carmine mindlessly screamed when molten hot wadd surged into her prick root, ready for launch.
She whimpered when the Goddess' throat deliberately clamped down on her prick as the head withdrew, creating an awesome suction.
Furthermore the Goddess deliberately took her time retreating down the near two foot length of cock she had swallowed. So deliberate was Ama-arhus that, just past the halfway point, Carmine couldn't hold off from the wicked suction.
With a wild yell the Assassin exploded, shooting a cup sized bolt of pure babystuff into the Goddess' throat. Bouncing off the back of the gagging Goddess' throat, much of the semi-colloidal gunk shot right out her flared nostrils. A count later Carmine howled again and Ama-arhus gagged, real nastily, as she managed this time to control that gush of reproductive protein.
Then, with a loud, sucking, syrupy 'pop' the head reappeared out of the Goddess' mouth.
And immediately spewed another cupful of man tapioca right between Ama-arhus' eyes.
Having the greasy, lumpy liquid protein drooling over her nose and into her mouth didn't seem to mind the Goddess, though. Setting her claws into Carmine's swollen nuts, beating the cockshaft expertly with the other hand, she watched in amusement as Carmine screamed and pleaded and begged and helplessly spewed…spewed…spewed.
Carmine didn't know how long she writhed and screamed and obeyed the Goddess' divine commands to unload. She couldn't have known how long, not with her mind blanked out by intense orgasm. But for long, long minutes she came while the triumphant Goddess mercilessly beat her. Finally, blessedly, the Goddess slowly let the exhausted Assassin come down until she was just gasping and shaking in her bonds.
The Goddess stood up, turned around, and proceeded back to her throne, licking her fingers and face clean of Carmine's congealed spunk along the way.
But her throne was nearly awash with Carmine's load, looking like someone had poured a gallon of semi-set french vanilla ice cream all over the arms and backrest to drool down to the seat, so the Goddess deferred.
Carmine, meanwhile, while shuddering and gasping for air, still kept her eyes on those magnificent buns the Goddess presented her. Her cock, too, stayed steely erect even though, for the first time in two days that she could remember, her balls didn't burn.
"Have you recovered, my Dear!"
Carmine just hung in her bonds, sweat pouring down her, her tits heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Finally, she nodded.
"Good! Well! Well! Well!" she replied. Then, looking at her nearly cum covered throne, she added, "You certainly qualify for my needs! It will take an hour for my Dark Elves to lick this clean! Well, it looks like all that remains is your agreement. I promise you nights of the most torrid, and competent head and tail you could ask for. Remember the ancient saying: 'You haven't fucked until you've fucked a Goddess!' So, what say you?"
"No!" Carmine croaked.
The Goddess lost her smile. "I feared that. So, we must do it the hard way, the painful way, eh? Well, so be it."
She closed her eyes and mumbled a moment, then opened them, fixed on Carmine, and fiercely said to the shackled Assassin, "My offer was not intended to be denied! Let me tell you: you will come to me and beg for the honor of fertilizing me, Bitch! Within one day you will be begging me! And as for your strumpet…"
She suddenly cast the image disc before them and Carmine could clearly see Wendy and Sakura together on a cot alongside the 'bath'. Only it was a 'single' cot and they were managing the sharing of it only by being intimately entwined together upon it: thighs wrapped between and around each others', chests pressed all too close together, faces and mouths inches from the others'.
And both still absolutely naked.
The disc disappeared again.
"I'll never…" Carmine started, her courage only modestly shaken.
"If you want that charming little sex toy for yourself…and you do know she is ripe, oh so very ripe!" the Goddess interrupted, her smug, knowledgeable grin infuriating. "She is about to 'give it up' to someone, very soon now, willingly, openly, completely without reservation as they say in the movies. And unless you plead for my mercy, and perform the duties I want from you, I'll just let Wendy 'break her in'!"
"You can't! I cannot! I'm in the service of Sappho! I won't betray the Sisterhood!"
"Sappho? That skank! Can she match this?" And Ama arhus stood up straight facing Carmine, thighs apart, completely open and available.
The sight nearly stopped her heart. Deliciously perfect hourglass in shape as well as taller, Ama-arhus wasn't some divinity trying to look like a teenybopper. This was a woman! Like a Goddess of the Amazons, she thrust her BIG fat and firm with the slightest of belly jugs out, right at Carmine, and ran her hands down her way wider than a schoolgirl's hips.
Carmine couldn't help it. Lust seized her again…aggressive lust…she would have raped Ama-arhus if she had been given the opportunity!
"Want to change sides now?" the Goddess said with a knowing smile.
"I have a contract with Sappho…"
"Contracts can be broken…"
"I will not betray them!" Carmine screamed.
"Very well." Ama-arhus finally relented. Then she looked over her shoulder at Carmine and smiled without mirth, "Why should I worry about you? You won't be in the Tournament very long, not with what I have just given you!"
"What?"
"Simple. I have given you a little booster to your 'curse'. I can't remove that 'curse', but I can boost it. You thought you had blue balls before you came here!? They are now three times as sensitive; three times overly stimulated! You won't be able to sleep, walk, do anything with those burning balls distracting you. And, of course, you're cock will never go down! Ever! No matter how much you cum!
"And talk about sensitive! You'll lose every combat you have here for your opponent will only have to touch your cock to get it off…massively! Now, its been a few minutes since your last orgasm. Shall I demonstrate to you?"
"No!" Carmine barked back, her eyes widening as the Goddess drew closer. "Free me, you fiend!"
Ama-arhus came on, smiling, "Look at your little girl, becoming a woman under Wendy, while I show you just how much wadd those big balls of yours carry!"
"Noooo!" Carmine replied, watching Ama-arhus' hand reach out for her fully erect cock, suddenly all ready for more orgasmic stimulation. She could feel her nuts already tightening as if in anticipation of another wondrous spewgasm. And no matter what she tried or thought, she couldn't get her prick down!
With great dexterity Ama-arhus' smooth, strong hand wrapped around her shaft, just behind the cockhead, with her thumb and front two fingers draped over the broad crown. When she began twisting her hand around the shaft and the crown above it, a long worm of precum gushed out of her prick like toothpaste from a squeezed tube.
And Carmine raggedly gasped.
The Goddess placed her face alongside Carmine's, whispering in a consummately hot husk, "Look at Sakura submit to Wendy! Has she ever given herself that willingly, eagerly, fully to you or anyone else? Admit it! That girl knows pussy!"
She didn't need Ama-arhus' taunting for Carmine was already staring wide eyed and panting at the girls in the disc with horny horror and hopelessness. Relentlessly, cruelly, diabolically, the incredible pleasure from Ama-arhus' moving grip on her built without regard to what she was watching. Pleasure like this didn't depend on the mind of the beholder…it corrupted the mind.
So, panting up a storm, Carmine could only gawk, voyeuristically, as Sakura fell.
Wendy had a leg between Sakura's, wedging her thighs apart, and the blond's right hand was buried between Sakura's thighs at their apex, her fingers digging away at sweet, and wet, girl flesh.
And Sakura was laying there, moving sensuously in seeming willing and eager response to what Wendy was doing to her. Her lower jaw was dropped, her eyes closed.
"Oh why couldn't she have been that cooperative with me!" screamed in Carmine's rapidly overheating mind.
And Carmine could see Sakura's right arm, under Wendy, bringing her right hand up to Wendy's teenage perfect ass…
Where that powerful hand was gripping deeply the first asscheek she came upon.
Ama-arhus barely had time to squat before the mighty, jerking organ of Thor in her hand before, with a long, droll moan of the dying, Carmine began spewing…spewing into the Goddess's wide open mouth and throat…smashing jets of eggwhite directly into divine face…spewing all over her throne…spewing more than she had the first time…spewing for her Goddess!

"You are such a talented girl, its a shame that you can't use those formidable skills in the Tournament!" Wendy said matter of factly to Sakura as they sat intimately pressed together, water up to their necks, in the pool sized 'bath'.
"What do you mean?" Sakura replied.
"There will be no violence, at least injurious violence, permitted in the Tournament. All combat must be sexual. I'm afraid you will be quite out of place there."
Sakura, for the first time, looked in shock at Wendy as if Wendy were an old school friend. "You mean I have to…make some other…girl…cum to win?! EEEEUUUWWWW!"
"That's the rules." Wendy returned. Then, after a momentary hesitation, she went on, whispering into Sakura's ear with a big grin on her face. "I could give you some…pointers, if you want?"
At least Sakura didn't go ballistic. She sat there, actually thinking for once. Then, "'Pointers'? What kind of pointers?"
"At sex fighting, silly!" Wendy replied. "Give you some experience and some…holds you could use. What do you have to loose? You won't have a chance as it is!"
Hesitantly, "Okay. But no funny stuff!"
Wendy smirked off the last statement and sent her left hand over the top of Sakura's firm, full thigh. She gently, idly stroked her long fingernails down the inside of Sakura's right thigh.
Sakura gasped loudly and inhaled some water. Coughing and raising herself up, she chokingly said, "What'd you…cough!…do that…cough!…do that for? If…cough!…you're trying some…cough!…funny stuff…"
"I'm just showing you a move that they will certainly try on you, being virgin and all! Now, if you don't want me to…" Wendy's voice drifted away.
"No!" Sakura shortly came back. "You're right! I don't know how to sex fight. Go ahead, teach me all you can!" She sounded like she was in a gym working on a new asexual wrestling move.
Wendy fought down the urge to laugh. "Good, now relax and try to remember how this feels. You can't let yourself get all worked up, no matter how good it feels. After some of that, I'll show you some offensive moves you can try." She applied her fingernails once again to Sakura's thigh.
"AAAH! That feels so…good!" Sakura finally gasped.
"You aren't going to say that to your opponent, are you?"
Blushing furiously, Sakura abruptly shook her head.
"Good! Now pretend I'm your opponent and try to ignore or resist what I do to you as long as you can." Then Wendy began stroking again.
Wendy spent a good long ten minutes (much longer than would be permitted during a real sexual combat!) running her fingernails down and across Sakura's delicious inner thighs. She didn't stop until those thighs were quivering. Then she ran her nails perilously close to the girl's completely open and bald pussy.
Sakura had been forced to gasp and push Wendy's hand back down her thigh the first time she had tried to close with street fighter twat. But Wendy was persistent and soon, all too soon actually, her fingertips had seemingly complete access to every bit of Sakura's thigh flesh it wanted, right up until Wendy's knuckles brushed the girl's floppy labia.
No sooner was Sakura sighing sweetly to Wendy's thigh torture than those wickedly sharp nails abruptly swept around the girl's hip bone to assault bulging, firm, and gloriously bald mons veneris!
Now Sakura's sighs picked up in volume and rapidity! From beneath her deep, virginal navel to the very edge of her hooded clit, Wendy's fingers roamed, relentlessly applying her pointed fingernails to every taut nerve ending Sakura had down there. In minutes Wendy had the street fighter's belly jumping and her lush full butt squirming upon the tile.
"Let's get out of the pool, the water is getting in my way." Wendy whispered to a closed eyed, bliss-filled Sakura. "Look, there's a cot over there." It took her awhile to get the nearly limp Sakura to her feet and the two of them, soaked and instant bone making naked, to the single cot.
"No room," Sakura mumbled as she clung to Wendy's strong, svelte body. Sakura's buttocks, as well as her belly, were jumping in aftershocks of Wendy's irresistible 'fingernail seduction' technique. Wendy was so confident by this time that she was kinda surprised that the girl had not cum yet.
"There's always room for friends," she replied, gently drawing Sakura onto one half of the single cot.
Laying on their sides, facing each other, Wendy took a moment to relish the sensation of Sakura's firm, teenage voluptuous body pressing intimately against her own. "Those boobs!" she exclaimed within her head. "So firm!" Even her own firm cones could hardly make a dent in Sakura's at least twice as big boobs. And her body, though very well filled out, was so firm and healthy!
They had to intertwine their legs to get both pairs on the cot. As it was, both Sakura's near bubblebutt ass, as well as Wendy's cheerleader quality buttocks, hung over their respective edges of the cot.
"Look, Sakura, how, by slipping your thigh between your opponents thighs can prevent her from closing her thighs to protect her pussy," Wendy lectured, smoothly slipping her right thigh between Sakura's. For a long moment the three luscious legs slowly, sensuously rubbed together as they dried.
Sakura's eyelids were looking heavy, drooping. Her right arm was under Wendy, and her right hand was slowly stroking her own fingernails up and down Wendy's back at the level of her waist.
Wendy reapplied her fingertips to Sakura's belly, slowly and gently pushing the girl more upon her back while Wendy slowly climbed further upon her. Her fingertips quickly established Sakura's gasping, belly jumping arousal, then, with no further hesitation, Wendy's fingers stroked right over the girl's jutting mound and plunged between those held open thighs.
"AAAHH!" Sakura cried out, quite loudly.
Wendy proudly heard a number of jeering responses from the hundreds of certified lesbians around her in the baths.
Ah! The sweet sound of conquest…lesbian conquest!
Sakura was a swamp between her parted thighs, Wendy recognized with delight. It had been a long time since the last sweet girl loins she had been in had matched the absolutely soaked condition of Sakura's. Even freshly out of the bath, this babe was wet and ready!
"You okay?" Wendy asked Sakura. It would be her last opportunity to stop the Master Lesbian. Of course, she didn't stop her fingers from noisily exploring all of Sakura's 'charms' and both could clearly hear the sloppy sounds of fingers working through dripping wet labia.
Sakura managed to open her eyes. "Feel's good," she innocently admitted.
"Just remember, this is for your own good!" Wendy replied, forcing her entire hand between Sakura's thighs. "Just remember how good this will feel for in your first match. I'm certain your opponent will be trying to do what I am doing. You have to resist it. Right?"
Sakura, a dreamy expression on her face, just nodded back.
Wendy ran her eyes down Sakura's superb body, from her face to her loins, then sent her dripping fingers hunting for the girl's clit.
Without difficulty they found the stiff, little girl prick, still hiding under its hood.
Her forefinger and ring finger peeled the hood away as her powerful and well experienced middle finger settled upon Sakura's defenseless clit tip. Rotating her middle finger's pad upon and around Sakura's clit, then pressing down with increasing force, she started frigging the street fighter like she was some new conquest from high school.
Within a minute she had Sakura gaping at her in utter shock, her own right hand gripping Wendy's left bum cheek, and her own hips lifted right off the cot.
Grimly Wendy continued. She never let a victim off the hook.
Soon, very soon, Sakura threw her thighs apart, and raised her knees to give Wendy complete access to her spitting, slurping twat.
More jeers came from their surroundings as Sakura's dainty feet stuck up into the air when her knees settled upon her rock hard nipples.
Signal for Wendy to advance to tactic two: finger fuck!
Smoothly, and without warning, Wendy stopped her frigging and sent her middle and ring fingers sliding down the absolutely slick vestibule of the girl's snatch to where her (hardly used) vaginal opening lay. Without hesitation she plunged both fingers to the last knuckle into Sakura.
"Ah!" another loud, but brief, cry announced Wendy's next triumph.
More jeering came in and Wendy, proudly, saw a number of other females slowly, cautiously, come closer…
"Voyeurs…" Wendy thought. "They're everywhere."
Hooking her buried fingers under Sakura's pubic bone, Wendy planted her thumb atop the girl's throbbing clit and started grinding down. At the same time she began a sliding assault, bringing her fingers nearly halfway out, then violently plunging them back in, and around that pubic bone, to possessively grip Sakura in her most sensitive, intimate place at the end of each plunge.
All while grinding the girl's clit down into mush under her expertly trained and experienced thumb.
"Lets see how you lose, Sakura!" she triumphantly, and loudly, proclaimed as the poor girl writhed and humped and lost to Wendy.
There were hundreds of foaming, cheering, leering lesbians cheering Wendy on as Sakura was forced into mind blanking orgasm.
No blame or wrong went to Sakura. She simply couldn't resist Wendy anymore.
Everyone of those voyeurs knew that no female could have withstood such an assault.
And, as Sakura howled her bliss to all the cheering females around her, humping madly, nearly destroying the cot under her, she realized that she was just another female…under Wendy.

The third floor of the Gynasium was packed. Carmine, from the tunnel leading to the 'Ring of Sexual Combat', gawked at all the thousands of (mostly) lesbians ringing the central court.
Being in the very second match of the Tournament, out of habit and not really being able to help it, she went over in her mind for the hundredth time the so-called 'rules' of this Tournament.
Essentially, to a participant, they were:
1) The first that can make their opponent cum, wins.
2) No one may permanently physically injure, disable by injury, or knock unconscious an opponent.
3) The loser becomes the sex slave of the winner, or the winner's Mistress, for twenty-four hours or until two hours before the loser's next match, whichever is shorter.
4) Three losses and you're fucked. Literally. You become a sex slave of the Clan (group) that your last opponent belongs to, for either a month of "hard sexual labor" or a year of exploring one of the surrounding new 'lands' that had appeared in the last few hundreds of thousands of years. Of course, for that year you must be available to satisfy the sexual demands of the leader of the expedition (and anyone else the leader decides you'd be good at satisfying).
"Actually not such a bad fate," Carmine mumbled to herself.
She really wasn't herself of late. Ever since Ama-arhus released her, with her prong jutting, apparently permanently, nearly two feet ahead of her, she had been a walking, talking sex monster.
At least she felt that way! Her balls were as big as grapefruit, displaying a deep red hue, and burned like the dickens. Her prick hadn't went down, nor stopped jumping and visibly throbbing since then. She couldn't force it down her pants leg, so she ran it up her stomach and chest and put a sleeveless t-shirt and her tights over it.
It looked ridiculous! Everyone could see it, fat and stiff and jumping from her crotch to where the head thumped and drooled along the bottom of her swollen tits.
And all she could think about was getting off.
Not good if you're about to compete in a match were orgasm determined the loser!
Then the announcer interrupted her sexual paranoia:
"Attention! Attention! The first match of the day! The first match of the day!"
Suddenly everyone was directing their attention to the 'ring' set in the middle of the vast and towering third floor. It was circular, with a firm but thick padded floor some one hundred, or perhaps more, feet in diameter. A low, no more than five foot high pair of ropes, one set around half way up, the other forming the top of the fence, ringed the outside of the mat. Between the ropes as a web-like patchwork of thin metal and crystalline material that went completely around the ring.
Stepping through a specially designed gate set in the rope fence were the first two contestants.
Then the Announcer continued, "The first match will be between two Human females, recently admitted. One wishes to be known as 'Lara'. She also wishes to be known as an Archeologist, whatever that is, and as a 'lesbian ass kicker'!"
An almost equal chorus of cheers and boos rose from the last statement. Carmine could see clearly. "Lara" was tall, for a human woman, about her own height. As she pulled off her sleeveless t-shirt she revealed a sizable rack. Not exactly conical, her breasts were quite nicely sized, easily 'C' cup, and were slightly rounded with a gentle belly along the bottom. Way more than a handful, certainly.
She clearly was in great shape and when she pulled down her almost legless shorts she gave Carmine a look at a wide hipped ass with big meat loaves and a widely parted, deep asscrack. A tuft of black hair sat atop her obvious mound, leaving the rest of her loins bare, and this tuft matched her hair, which was tied back behind her in a three foot long, twisted ponytail.
She smirked at the catcalls and boos coming from the more 'lesbianized' viewers.
Carmine was impressed with her (Though she feared, in her 'cursed' condition, that she would be impressed with any naked female she had a chance of fucking!). There was no sign of fear in her, nor arousal for that matter.
"The other contestant, provided by Sappho, goes by the name Diana and claims to be a Princess! Well, she will have to prove that today!"
Another roar from the crowd accompanied the wave of the other woman. She was also tall, slightly taller than her opponent. She wore a pair of legless dark blue pants with white stars. The pants looked sprayed on. She also wore a corset that ended just above the nipples peaking her tits. It was mostly red with gold trim.
"Gaudy," thought Carmine in her overheated state, "but fuckable."
But then she took off her clothes! That corset had to be holding the biggest set of tits Carmine had ever seen! And were they firm! They had a definite belly to them, but that only added to their attractiveness by verifying their most feminine mass. Also, in converse, her bright pink nipples had one of the smallest aureolas Carmine had seen on any human female.
Still Carmine couldn't believe such huge melons didn't hang to her knees!
When the pants went down the crowd "oooo"ed at the narrow, tight waist that seemed to make her wide hips look even wider. With a jutting big (but proportional) bubblebutt in back and a hairless, bulging mound in front, Carmine had to admit, with or without her curse, she wouldn't mind 'taming' that beauty any night!
Both contestants faced each other. 'Lara' had a permanent, irritating smile on her face. Diana's face looked all professional…certainly soldier professional if not almost sex assassin professional.
As they glared at each other the screen woven between the ropes began glowing, and both contestants were immediately affected. Both delicious bodies gently convulsed and their faces took on an image of utter pleasure-sexual pleasure. Almost instantly their nipples vividly and obviously erected as they began to sensuously run their hands down their own bodies…as if feeling sensations in those intimate areas of their bodies that made them feel that they were touching those parts for the first time.
Then the Announcer spoke again, "Attention! Attention! A new modification has just started to be employed in this Tournament. Because of the admission of many undead or otherwise metaphysical contestants capable of naturally casting sex or seduction spells, it was negotiated by the three major groups of contestants that a field be initiated with each combat that will make all contestants equally and maximally aroused. It is to be started just before each match and turned off only once one contestant is fucked into defeat. This should compensate for any magickal 'forced seduction' attacks that some contestants can use. Thank You!
"Now let the contest begin!"
Lara and Diana again faced off each other, only now with achingly long and inflamed nipples and loins glistening with feminine dew. Sweat appeared on their foreheads for the first time.
Lara made a fake leap and Diana jumped.
Lara grinned.
Then she charged…
Diana immediately responded by charging herself. In just two strides she reached Lara.
But Lara had stopped as soon as Diana started her own charge. She caught Diana's outside arm as she charged in, twisted on her left foot, and flung Diana over her hip.
The naked Diana landed on her big ass with the loudest crack…
Lara now charged, intending to pin her opponent while she was still down.
Only Diana wasn't still down! She hadn't stopped at all when she had landed, but continued rolling back upon her feet.
Lara just managed to stop before Diana charged again!
And again Lara almost effortlessly hip tossed her to her plump, but muscular, ass!
And this time Diana stayed down upon her back.
As soon as Lara saw that Diana was making no move to get up, she rushed the downed warrior, clearly intending to drop her entire weight upon the flat on her back Diana.
Only it was a trap! As soon as Lara was committed, with a clearly superhuman display of strength, Diana leapt, feet first, off the mat to her feet…
Lara was already in the air before she realized Diana was standing, ready for her!
Diana caught Lara in mid air, one hand around her neck where it connected to her clavicle, the other hand right over Lara's firm sex mound. Then she hoisted Lara up high over her head, arms fully extended.
Carmine gawked. That Diana was strong!
Lara shrieked and kicked, but she couldn't reach any part of Diana save the top of her head and her forearms.
And striking that head was futile…like hitting rock!
Then Diana's groin holding hand began moving its fingers. And Diana's middle finger found Lara's clit…
Lara shrieked even more loudly as Diana's fingers started flicking and rubbing and pinching all through Lara's defenseless clit and floppy, soaked pussy! All while holding her impotently up in the air!
The dominately strong middle finger began grinding down on her clit in a veritable blur…
Suddenly Lara's cries of indignation went silent.
Carmine almost groaned herself when Lara's big buttocks started flexing, over and over, then eventually, inevitably fluttering before over 10,000 screaming lesbians. Raw excitement rushed through her when she thought that the haughty Lara would orgasm while being held up in the air for all the lesbians to see!
Then, however, Diana, with both mighty arms demonstrating awesome strength, slammed Lara onto her back to the mat.
Lara bounced twice before regaining control of her body enough to plant her hands behind her and one foot upon the mat. Then, to her credit, she immediately started getting up.
But Diana, legs spread and towering over the trying to rise Lara, stepped up and caught her about halfway up with a vicious back hand that sent Lara sprawling to her back again.
The roar of the crowd became deafening.
Not waiting for Lara to try to rise again, Diana grabbed the stunned woman's left arm and powerfully rolled her onto her face. Then, gripping Lara's hips at each side, Diana powerfully lifted Lara's hips to her knees.
Ass up and presented to her opponent.
When the stunned but still struggling Lara attempted to raise her shoulders, Diana wrapped an omnipotent hand around the back of the woman's neck and inexorably forced Lara's face back to the mat.
Lara immediately wrapped her left arm around Diana's left ankle and tugged mightily, with all her strength, trying to unfoot her.
The leg didn't even move!
A now wide and white eyed Lara gave Diana a look from over her shoulder that, even though there was no sound with it, was obvious to all: "Who the fuck are you?!"
And the triumphant look Diana gave down to Lara was equally translatable: "Your top, Bitch!"
Diana sent her right hand back behind Lara's up turned ass.
The two middle fingers rigidly extended, she jabbed those fingers to the last knuckle into Lara's butt up fully exposed pussy.
Lara winced vividly, her fingers trying to grip the mat as a smirking Diana started a remorseless, and effective, fingerfuck.
Holding Lara's face to the mat, Diana, faster and ever faster sped up her driving, blurry fingerfuck, relentlessly driving into Lara's guts, making the adventuress' lube spurt and gush all over her driving hand.
Lara tried to rise, desperately so, but the woman standing over her, fucking her vividly with her fingers, was so strong, too strong, especially in the position she was in. Besides, to all in the Gynasium, Lara was starting to respond to the forced pleasure of being lesbianly dominated.
Helplessly her fingernails impotently scratched and clawed upon the mat.
When Diana suddenly added a third finger, Lara's big but jumped and not with pain. Within three knuckle deep pumps that butt began to squirm and dance around those three digits. And when Diana quickly added a fourth, the butt swayed and squirmed a moment before beginning to thrust back into Diana's powerful drives. For about a minute Diana four finger-fucked Lara.
Then, abruptly and noisily, Diana pulled her fingers out…but only to make a fist with that soaked hand. When she started rubbing her knuckles into Lara's dripping wet pussy, Lara popped out of her pleasure derived stupor and jumped. In a panic, she started slapping back at that leg, tugging futilely upon it, howling her terror derived panic at what was coming next.
Certainly Lara knew what was coming…
And she realized she wasn't going to be able to stop it…
The smirking Diana took her hand from Lara's neck and gripped that long, twisted ponytail with it.
Lara howled in pain.
Then, with a sudden rapid punch, her entire right fist disappeared into Lara's guts.
Everyone had abruptly went silent the second before the ponytail was gripped. Now barely a sound interfered with Lara's hysterical shriek echoing off the dome of the Gynasium.
It sent shivers up Carmine's spine and suddenly her t-shirt was soaked in precum.
Shaking her head wildly, pounding the mat with one futile fist, Lara tried to resist, to not notice a fist up her pussy.
Naturally, she failed miserably.
Diana tugged brutally on Lara's ponytail and the Archeologist obediently popped up upon her arms. When Diana tugged again, Lara slid back and nearly a foot of trailing forearm followed the fist…into Lara's guts.
Everyone could see the huge bulge form just below Lara's navel. She almost looked eight months pregnant.
With fist…
When Diana relaxed her grip, Lara would slide nearly a foot forward.
The forearm that reappeared was shiny and dripping with womanly lube.
Diana yanked again on that ponytail and Lara slid rapidly back, swallowing up that wet forearm, and smashing her cervix against Diana's rock-like fist.
Lara howled again.
But not in pain this time.
Relaxing her grip momentarily and then tugging again, Diana effortlessly sent Lara through another cycle. Lara couldn't keep quiet anymore, "Oh damn you! Stop! I can't…grunt!…stand it!…Belch!…Damn you!…AH!…Grunt!…Ah!…Oh fuck!…That's…so…goood!…Fuck…sooooo…gooood!"
Diana began jabbing her arm forward as she pulled Lara back, and soon that bulging belly was swelling and jumping like mad as Lara took up a furious doggie style fucking. Diana just held the ponytail now, no need to pull on it for, suddenly, Lara was so into taking that fist. Just as deep and hard as she could manage.
A minute or so of violent self impalement by the Archeologist, and Diana again yanked on that ponytail and Lara obediently raised her head up. Up and up the head went, all while Lara fucked back upon that fist. As Lara approached full upright, Diana planted her elbow onto the mat and Lara found herself riding Diana's nearly vertical forearm. Suddenly Lara was bouncing up and down on Diana's still arm, swallowing more and ever more of the outrageously sized phallus.
Sweat poured down Lara's face and chest as she energetically rode that arm. Her belly jiggled and jumped, her tits heaved and swayed, all while madly ramming her feminine guts down on an immovable arm caped by an awesomely effective, womb pounding fist.
It couldn't last…
It was Diana who howled first…howled her triumph as Lara abruptly doubled the speed of her ass humping, driving herself to her much needed, no longer deniable, defeat by orgasm. Seconds after Diana's triumphal cry Lara confirmed Diana's victory by screeching and thrashing and crying and humping and exploding upon and around Diana's soaked forearm.
The crowd remained silent as the shrill cries of sexual defeat echoed off the dome. Only when a limp Lara finally collapsed upon her face, stuffed hips still upraised, did the deafening roar begin.

Carmine, panting up a storm, prick jumping and leaking down the front of her chest and stomach, watched Diana walk down the ramp towards the showers carrying a still shuddering and quivering Lara ass first over her broad shoulder. Nearly every step she was slowed by high fives and other congratulatory expressions. Likewise, with every step, Lara's butt became the target as 'high fives' were noisily applied all over those full, upturned buns. They would be fiery red by the time the showers came.
"Carrying, literally, her victorious booty from the field of battle," Carmine told herself.
Then she heard the announcer: "Attention! Attention! The next bout is to begin immediately! Warriors to the Ring!"
That was Carmine's cue. She had the second match. Against who, she didn't know…
Yet…
She walked down the ramp leading to the gate in the Ring's wall. Hundreds of women…females she had no recollection of ever meeting, better yet fucking…er…assassinating, cheered her on. Right that moment she felt…wanted…to fuck them all!
Especially when their eyes were not on her, hopefully not obvious, nervous and intensely aroused face but on the grotesque tube running up her pants and shirt.
Once in the ring the cheering picked up to near deafening levels before the announcer quieted them, "Attention! The first combatant, Carmine the Sex Assassin!"
Immediately Carmine pulled her shirt off, then yanked down her tights. Her prick, all near twenty inches of it, fell to horizontal, dropping a half dozen long strands of coiled gunk to the mat while doing so.
"Ooooooo!" went the crowd as she tried not to show off her equipment. She was hotter than hell already, and feared she'd explode with the first touch upon her.
This was not good!
Kicking off her tights, she awaited her opponent.
"Attention! Attention! A last minute change in competitors. The other combatant in this bout: The Succubus Lilith!"
Carmine spun around, her face betraying her utter shock at recognizing her opponent's name.
Lilith, smiling oh so broadly and sexily, slithered into the Ring like a horned and tailed Jessica Rabbit, long hands on her hips, hips flipping, her aura already alight. Instantly Carmine was entranced. Swaying hips so broad, so…so…receptive to cock…her cock. Perfectly conical and firm tits just the right size…big. Alien face so inhumanly…beautiful. She wanted to loose herself in those almond shaped red eyes…
"I told you we'd meet again!" she hissed to Carmine as they stood in the center of the Ring, face to face. "Ama-arhus had to pull some…strings, but I've finally gotten you alone! So to speak…" she glanced up at the thousands around them.
"What do you want?!" Carmine panted.
She was so hot!
That was bad!
Lilith's grin broadened further. "Revenge! You insulted my sisters, you have defied my Mistress and inured her wrath! I am going to devour you before your little sweet street fighter and about ten thousand other females will cheer me as I do it! I am going to humiliate you, make you beg for release, make you spew before all these lesbians, and then enjoy you tonight as my personal squeeze!"
"Begin!" roared the announcer. Then the fence lit up.
Carmine's cock jumped and she inhaled loudly as further sexual bliss and…need hit her. It was all she could do not to cum right then and there!
This was not good!
Lilith closed her eyes in pleasure, then ran her hands, those inhumanly long and sexy hands, down her waist and hips, showing Carmine that consummately perfect, male enslaving body. A body she could have…if she would just submit.
Lilith's completely sexy voice went on, "Think of it! You wouldn't last one minute buried in my cum sucking belly…or better, up my gripping ass, would you? Well, you won't have to worry about that!" Then Carmine's eyes widened when Lilith produced her fifteen inches of nyobin, right before her eyes!
"A little gift from those Miroku I've been cultivating! You know, those two can be so cooperative after they've orgasmed for an hour or so! So, let's see how you enjoy me a foot and a half inside you!"
Then Lilith came on…
But not in a rush. Slowly, sensuously, she stepped up to Carmine, put her arms around her neck, and…
Kissed her!
Carmine fought with her pounding heart to not burst under that hellish kiss…cinnamon, long meaty tongue, hot, naked bodies pressed together.
"Got to do something!" she screamed to herself.
Not to be undone so easily, Carmine kissed her right back.
Pressing their bodies together, the two combatants exchanged kisses and spit, grinding their torrid wet flesh together.
Carmine gagged when Lilith got her inhumanly long tongue, tasting of delicious spicy cinnamon, past her teeth and down her throat.
Carmine replied by reaching around that unnaturally narrow and firm waist of the Succubus and sinking her fingernails into the finest pair of butt loaves this side of a Greek statue…or Sakura. She pulled on the strong looking but actually physically weak Succubus, and immediately regretted it.
That Succubus body was hot! Much hotter than normal for humans. And her hot, slickly smooth flesh pressed right against Carmine's swollen prong trapped between them.
The delicious sensation would have normally been just very pleasant except for Ama-arhus' 'curse boost'. Instead Carmine nearly drenched Lilith with spewgasming wadd.
Not that the Succubus would have minded. Her sisters had proven to be first class, and greedy, paste eaters.
"But," Carmine reminded herself, "you can't let her make you cum!"
But, while her horniness and 'curse' befuddled mind was warning herself of a past threat, Lilith was acting on the next. She broke the kiss and dropped her lips to Carmine's neck. Alternating with licking and then pressing her vampire fangs to nip at Carmine's wet flesh, she sent torrid waves of submissive passion through the Assassin.
"Give up, Carmine, dear!" Lilith whispered hotly into her melting ear. "You can't resist me! Accept your fate, wrapped around me! You should have joined us when you had the chance…when Ama-arhus gave you the chance!" Then she started sucking on Carmine's throat.
Carmine moaned, real loud. Before she could think to stop the moan, it was already out of her. And it felt so good to moan for the Succubus!
This was bad!
"Good girl!" Lilith husked into Carmine's ear. Then she sent her tongue into that ear and, seemingly, halfway through her head right to her brain. "It's not that I don't want to humiliate you in front of all these people…I do and I will…its just you're being so easy! I don't want to bore the crowd!…so just let me…"
Then Carmine felt something hot, hard, and wet slip right between her buttocks and straight against her anus! It began to sweep up and down her crack, spreading some kind of fluid.
Abruptly Carmine, the goose breaking her drugged stupor of the arousal magick all around her, remembered that Succubii had tails…tails that could be used like tentacles or pricks…
…Like pricks ejaculating…
With a ragged gasping "No!" Carmine managed to push the Succubus back. Then she staggered backwards herself, in a daze of horniness. She couldn't do or think about anything else but getting off!
Lilith just grinned arrogantly and then looked down where a thick coating of Carmen's precum drooled down her magnificent chest and flat, male enslaving belly. She scooped up a fingerfull on her index finger and popped the gooey finger into her mouth.
"Delicious!" she growled, feeling the building sex heat herself. But she was used to 'forced seduction' sex energy! "It is time to end this!" she added, then her wings, as if spring loaded, popped open and she was airborne.
"No!" Carmine cried again and again too late. She managed to see the Succubus lift off. But by the time her mind registered it, she felt someone land behind her…
Behind her!
Then arms were hooked under her armpits and hands, sensuous, long fingered hands, cupped the back of her head. Carmine's head jerked up to see her arms up in the air over her head…
Useless…
That sexy, cinnamon laced voice again was at her ear, "This should take care of you, my toy for tonight! Enjoy loosing!"
With that Carmine felt that swollen nyobin expertly slip between her already lubed asscheeks and right against her flexing anus. Carmine tried to clamp closed her nether opening, but was too slow again. Effortlessly the blunt tip pried her butthole open.
"No!" was all Carmen could cry just before a chuckling Lilith drove the entire sixteen inches of her arm thick clit, to the hilt, up the Assassin's ass.
Instead of screaming from the expected pain of such a violation, Carmine moaned raggedly again. She moaned long and loud as the most feminine, blissful, no-pain-at-all penetration pleasure seized her. Her own cock jerked once, mightily, throwing a good foot and a half of precum strands outward.
Lilith ground her 'cock' deeply into Carmine's bowels. "This is for Morrigan, who you mistreated so heinously."
Before Carmine could protest that Morrigan had begged her for it, Lilith began stroking, deep and hard, far, far up her.
Carmine's voice instantly left her.
Her knees nearly buckled, her cock did dribble tons of precum. And Carmine realized she was doomed. It felt just too damn good!
Then she opened her eyes to see, and feel, Lilith's tail wrapped around her cock! The arm thick tail acted like a tentacle and wrapped around the outermost half of her prick. When it began to twist to and fro over the outward-most half of her organ it felt like a dozen hands milking her. The twisting back and forth mimicked someone, an expert someone with five pairs of arms, wringing out her cock with eight strong, talented hands.
And it was so hot, so smooth, so irresistible…
It felt soooo gooood!
Ignoring the wild cheers of the crowd, really having no choice, and with a heartbreakingly pitiful moan, Carmine dropped her head back against Lilith's shoulder.
Lilith grinned at her. "Give up, Bitch? Ready to join us, join Ama-arhus? You will!" Then Lilith sped up her fucking as Carmine winced and started tossing her head side to side upon the Succubus' shoulder.
The crowd began cheering Carmine's upcoming defeat.
"That's right, Bitch, give it up! After I'm done with you tonight, I expect, our Mistress expects, a full apology to Ama-arhus and then you will declare your allegiance to her, right?"
Carmine just moaned. That tail buffing and milking her cock…felt wonderful!
"Right, Bitch?" Lilith added with an especially hard punch up her bowels.
Carmine screeched, then looked at Lilith's still smirking face.
She was getting close…
"Going to cum, aren't you, Bitch? First tell me you will obey Ama-arhus, and then me, then I'll let you cum. Now, tell me!" Then she punched three more foot and a half deep drives up Carmine's guts while her tail became a blur on Carmine's jumping cock…
And Carmine broke…
"Yes!" she screamed into Lilith's face. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, tossing her head again on Lilith's shoulder. "Fuck me!"
Lilith silenced her by capturing Carmine's lips in a triumphant kiss just as she felt her victim's bowels clamp down on her nyobin, signaling her victory. Carmine's arms stayed up when Lilith dropped her hands to her victim's tits to twist and pull cruelly upon those pebble hard nipples.
Finally Carmine screamed into Lilith's mouth as she shot a massive two foot long coiled strand of cum some twenty feet into the air. It would land some ten rows up amongst the cheering viewers. Seconds later she would shoot an even longer strand farther up into the stands.
Lilith masterfully held Carmine still with her tit grip as she fucked the Assassin into convulsions that effectively, if only temporarily, emptied Carmine's melon sized balls…
All over the crowd.

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