Dominatrix, our glamorous successor to the throne of dark beauty.
Vs.Karandras, well he was only brought on for this match because he had a big spear.
The late gladiatoress Wraith was the first to introduce Dom into the arena, it was a lashing success for everyone. Well everyone meaning her and the thousands of fans, it is not yet known whether her partner enjoyed himself during the match as he was spending quite a lot of his time being dead after Wraith came into his life. Rest assured that we will ask him about his feeling on his amazing experience the moment he can find time in his busy schedule. Dominatrix the dominatrix seems to be a splendid representative of her trade, she has the whip, the leather, the beautiful, bountiful and curvaceous breastplate, the works. Karandras just seems itching to get that spear of his into her. Well it would be rude to keep them waiting so let us get on with it without further foreplay.
Dominatrix lashes out with her hungry whip, twining the strands of twinned leather and metal through his hand and snapping them out again laughing, for Karandras the result is immediate and bloody. He thrusts for her but agile as a dark nymph she skirts away, sending out more seeking tendrils of leather and laughter that quickly entwine themselves hungrily around Karandras' left arm and ripping away again just as quickly, taunting, teasing, and always spilling a little bit more of his blood on the floor. Lash still swishing soft bloody lines across the floor Dominatrix sinks her teeth into Karandras' already damaged hand. For some it's about control, about faith, about trust. For Dominatrix the dominatrix though, it's just about the pain. Her seeking teeth tear almost delicately at his flesh, minimizing the damage but inflicting incredible pain.
Karandras cannot bear her hungry mouth for long though, and his stamina falters. Dominatrix lets her teeth find new more sensitive homes in Karandras, her lash forgotten in the ecstasy of the moment. In a haze of pain Karandras feels Dominatrix's teeth strike bone, and the sickening pain drives him to oblivion. Dominatrix Lets out a howl of rage as Karandras goes limp beneath her, she could deal no more pain to him if he was not awake, and if he was of no more use to her he might as well be dead. Reaching for her previously forgotten lash she brings it across his face in the brutal slash of a woman cheated. The streaking line of leather and iron carves a bloody canyon across Karandras' face, tearing shards of bone away as easily as it splits flesh. Karandras' body spasms once, and then moves no more.
Well done my dear, well done indeed. I hope your future performances will be of a longer duration, but regardless you are a valuable asset to the arena.
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Topic: Arena Battles (Now Dead, Sorry All its been a great run.) (Read 75022 times)