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by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , a year ago
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"What's Gruumsh’s axe doing in my head?" Yutjaa winced, her voice a gravelly rumble that contrasted sharply with the serene forest around them. The early light filtered through the verdant canopy, casting long shadows that seemed to dance as the leaves rustled in the gentle breeze. Every beam of light that made its way to her sensitive eyes was like a spear, and each pulse of her heart was a drum of war against her temples.

Slowly, she pushed herself up from the cool forest floor, the dampness seeping into her skin doing little to soothe her aching head. Her squinted gaze surveyed the surroundings. The picturesque scenery, draped in the early sunlight, seemed utterly disconnected from the pain she was in.

“I keep telling you Yutjaa,” Gurdy’s voice rippled through the stillness, laced with mischievous amusement, "girl can get it!" The Triton was in her element, her lithe form stretching out, basking under the dappled morning sunlight. There was a hypnotic beauty to her fluid movements, her muscles rippling under her azure skin like waves dancing across the ocean surface. Unfazed by her ******, she stretched languorously, every movement accentuating the sculpted perfection of her athletic physique. Her black eyes, as fathomless as the ocean depths, sparkled with unrestrained mirth, and her crimson mohawk, wild and rebellious, shimmered with an inner fire against the soft glow of the sun.

Caught off guard, Yutjaa glanced down and promptly turned a shade of red that could rival a sunset. "Gurdy, you kraken-spawn!" she sputtered, trying her best to cover herself with her hands.

Gurdy, however, did not give a damn. "What?" She shrugged nonchalantly, a carefree grin playing on her lips, her laughter ringing through the tranquil forest. "This is a thing we’re doing, right?"

Yutjaa and Gurdy exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a mix of confusion and amusement. Yutjaa's brow furrowed as she tried to recall the events of the past few days.

"Wait, what happened? Why are we naked?" Yutjaa questioned, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.

Gurdy scratched her head, her vibrant crimson mohawk catching the sunlight. "Hmm, it's all a blur to me. I remember we were on that quest to retrieve the ancient artifact from the Temple of Serenity. But after that... it's like my memory's been wiped clean."

Yutjaa nodded, her gaze distant as she tried to piece together the missing fragments. "Right, the artifact... and then everything went hazy. I vaguely remember a magical explosion, but the details are fuzzy."

Gurdy squinted up at the sky, using her nautical experience to gauge the passage of time. "Judging by the position of the sun, it seems like several days have passed since our last recollection. That means there's a significant gap in our memory."

Yutjaa's anger flared up, her frustration mounting. "Damn that elf! Illya must have messed up another spell. It's always her, isn't it? Where is she now? Probably hiding somewhere, thinking she can just disappear and leave us in this mess."

Gurdy raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with humor. "That sapling is probably scared that you will give her another tanning."

The two adventurers began scouring the area, their nakedness forgotten for the moment as they focused on locating their wayward companion. Gurdy scanned the landscape, even looking under a rock with a playful grin.The two adventurers began scouring the area, their nakedness forgotten for the moment as they focused on locating their wayward companion. Gurdy's eyes darted across the landscape, her gaze sweeping over every nook and cranny in search of any sign of Illya. As they moved deeper into the forest, their footsteps crunching on fallen leaves, Gurdy's playful grin remained fixed on her face.

After shifting her gaze from tree to tree, frustration began to boil within Yutjaa. She clenched her fists tightly and unleashed her anger upon the nearest tree, landing a series of powerful punches that reverberated through the forest. Each strike was fueled by her pent-up frustration, her muscles flexing with each blow.

Gurdy watched with a mix of amusement and concern, her playful grin transforming into a slight frown. "Yutjaa, calm down! We'll find her," she called out, her voice carrying a hint of worry. But Yutjaa's anger burned fiercely, driving her to continue her assault on the unyielding trees.

Yutjaa rolled her eyes, her frustration tempered by a hint of amusement. "That girl and her shenanigans. She's probably terrified of facing my wrath after yet another botched spell. Well, you better be ready kife-ears! When I catch yo you won’t be sitting for a fortnight."

As they continued their search, Yutjaa's anger simmered beneath the surface, a fiery anticipation of confronting their elusive companion. They combed through bushes, peered behind trees, and even checked the nearby stream, but there was no sign of the horned elf.

Gurdy scanned the horizon, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "She might be staring right at her and not even realize it."

“Oh, I’ll find her,” Yutjaa affirmed with a frown. She reared back her powerful arm, ready to deliver a punch to the next tree in her path. But as her knuckles made contact, there was a surprising softness, like punching a fluffy pillow rather than solid wood. The tree responded with a distinct “oof!” instead of the expected “thump.”

The pink-skinned girl emerged abruptly, her eyes wide and gasping for breath. Illya stumbled forward, her legs giving way beneath her, and she fell to her knees, wrapping her arms protectively around her stomach. A dainty “Ooooh…” escaped her lips, a mixture of pain and surprise evident in her voice.

Gurdy seemed unfazed by Illya’s unexpected appearance. With a nonchalant shrug, she looked over at Yutjaa and remarked with a hint of amusement, “Oh look, there’s Illya.”

Illya, still gasping for breath, rolled on to her back still holding her belly. “Ooh… Yutjaa why do you always hit so hard?”

“Why throw a punch unless you aim to knock someone out?” the Shield-Sister quipped, briefly lifting her shoulders.

Illya's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she desperately tried to cover herself. Being naked in the company of others was a new experience for her.In the solitude of the forest, she had known no shame, no judgment. But after a few years in the world of man learning the taboos of ****** she had become acutely embarrassed of being seen naked. 

Yutjaa's stern expression hardened slightly as she spoke, her voice laced with irritation. "Illya, do you remember anything? What happened to us? How did we end up like this?"

Illya bit her lip nervously, her ********* eyes darting from Yutjaa to Gurdy and back again. She could sense Yutjaa's anger simmering just beneath the surface, ready to explode at any moment. The threat of a beating from her fierce orc companion loomed over her, but she had nothing to offer. "I-I don't remember anything," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I'm just as confused as you are."

Gurdy tilted her head, her red eyes filled with curiosity. "Come on, Illya, think hard. There must be something you remember, even if it's just a small detail."

Illya's brows furrowed as she wracked her brain, "I'm sorry, Gurdy," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "I wish I could help, but I don't remember a thing."

Yutjaa's patience wore thin as she clenched her fists, her anger simmering just below the surface. "Illya, you better not be hiding something from us. We need to figure out what happened, and we can't do that if you're keeping secrets."

Illya shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with sincerity. "I swear, Yutjaa, I have no secrets to hide. I'm just as lost as you are."

"That's it, you lying Leafbrain!" Yutjaa grumbled, her frustration evident in her voice as she confronted Illya. 

"No, Yutjaa! Not again!" Illya whined, knowing what was about to come next. Yutjaa's grip tightened as she pulled Illya across her lap, her hand raised in a disciplinary gesture. 

Whack! The resounding sound of the spank echoed through the air, causing Illya to cry out in pain. "Ahhh! I can't take it!" she screamed.

Gurdy sauntered up with a nonchalant grace. "Orc-sister I would like to hang out here for a bit, look around for my lute," she remarked casually. Another swift spank interrupted her statement, causing Gurdy to flinch. 

"Ow! I swear I didn't do anything!" Illya pleaded, hoping to sway Yutjaa's judgment.

"We need to keep moving, Gurdy," Yutjaa pointed out, her tone determined. "I'm sure we're close to Gnok lands. We'll leave a trail marker and come back once we have our bearings." 

Another whack resounded through the air, making Illya's cries grow louder. "Gods have mercy!" she whined, desperately proclaiming her innocence amidst the disciplinary punishment.

"You're right as always, my friend," Gurdy conceded with a playful tone. "It's just that... do you remember that Khajiit singer I dated for a while?" 

Another swift whack cut off her sentence, prompting Gurdy to wince. "Ooow!"

Yutjaa raised an eyebrow, curious about Gurdy's story. "Which Khajiit lover? The one who could sing? Or the one who couldn't?" she inquired, her playful tone revealing their shared history. 

Gurdy pointed affirmatively, acknowledging Yutjaa's reference. "That's the one. We had a summer of passionate **********. He wanted to marry me, but that's when you needed help with your sister. I left him waiting, but he gave me that lute, which had belonged to his mother." 

Yet another whack interrupted Gurdy's nostalgic musings. Illya pleaded, “No more! Ouch!”

"I call ********, Gurdy," Yutjaa laughed, her voice filled with amusement. "You referred him a permafried leftist hippy multiple times. You were just with him because he was wielding an Oliphant's trunk." 

Gurdy shrugged with a mischievous grin. "Worth a shot. That lute is one of my favorites though. Honest to Goddess." 


"Why?" Illya's flailing became more frantic, her face turning deep red.

"This is getting us nowhere," she grumbled, her gaze scanning the ground for a suitable switch. 

Gurdy obliged, handing her Orc sister a fine bendy branch. "Maybe the Sapling has had enough, eh, Yutjaa? I sort of believe she doesn't know anything."

"Oh, thank you, Ms. Gurdy!" Illya scrambled out of Yutjaa's lap, clutching her warm derriere. 

Yutjaa's lips turned down in disappointment. "We can use some of our money to replace your lute," the Orc stated decisively. 

Gurdy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Yeah? You're the best, Yutjaa! We could get one of those sick new ones with the ‘Thunderous Voice’ enchantments built-in? I've heard they can rattle the bark off of a tree." 

Yutjaa frowned, considering the options. "Maybe we could find a suitable used one..."



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , a year ago
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Theatre Camp: The Next Summer

A sequel to “Theatre Camp” by Bellylord. 


The other cast members exchanged doubtful glances, as Elizabeth confidently walked onto the set taking each step with purpose. Her hair was a golden blonde, cascading down her back in waves. Her delicate facial features were accentuated by bold makeup, and her lips were painted a deep red. Elizabeth's slender arms and toned stomach were on full display in her crop top that showed off her newly trimmed belly. They had anticipated her arrival since seeing her name on the cast list, she was playing the lead role of Nellie Forbush in South Pacific. What they really wanted to see was what happened when the pretty blonde came face to face with Paige again. 

"Wow, she really doesn’t learn, does she?" muttered one of the crew members.

Another cast member chimed in, "I can’t believe she is still wearing those belly shirts after what Paige did to her last year."

The tension in the room grew. Elizabeth overheard the gossiping actors, her eyes scanning each member as if daring them to say something to her. All eyes were on her, waiting to see if something would happen between her and Paige. 

However, Paige was working on a scene with a group of actors, her focus completely on her craft. Her distinctive short, dark haircut and sharp features, including high cheekbones and an angular jawline, gave her an edgy look.  Her large and expressive eyes held a captivating intensity that was impossible to ignore. And with her lean, athletic build, it was clear that Paige took great care of her body. She pretended not to notice Elizabeth's arrival, continuing to guide the actors through the scene.

Rehearsal continued and Elizabeth quickly fell into her familiar role as the brainy drama queen. She often ran her hands over her toned belly, admiring herself in the reflection of the studio mirrors. "As the great Edna St. Vincent Millay once said, 'My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light,'" Elizabeth quoted, her voice filled with a sense of awe and admiration.

Elizabeth frequently corrected her castmates' delivery and movements, insisting on her interpretation of the character. "As the great Meryl Streep said, 'Acting is not about being someone different. It's finding the similarity in what is apparently different, then finding myself in there,'" Elizabeth said, followed by a loud sigh. "But I guess not everyone can understand that."

"Come on, can't you get it right? It's not that hard," After one particularly bad take, Elizabeth berated a young dancer, who was at the camp to have fun and learn, for not being able to keep up with the rest of the cast.  "You know, when I was only thirteen, I did a one-woman show for my family. They were blown away," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Paige noticed the exchange and quickly made her way over to the dancer, offering her comfort and support. After a few minutes, Paige approached Elizabeth.

"Hey, Elizabeth. Can we talk for a second?" Paige asked, her tone calm but firm.

"What do you want?" Elizabeth spat, instinctively moving her hands to protect her bare stomach. The rest of the cast watched in anticipation, like a group of meerkats on high alert for predators.

"Well first, I wanted to apologize for what happened between us last summer. I don't want things to be like that again," Paige said, her tone calm but firm.

"You have some nerve bringing that up," Elizabeth's face twisted in anger at the mention of their fight."You think you can just waltz back in here and act like nothing happened?"

"I'm not trying to act like nothing happened. I just want to move forward and work together as professionals," Paige replied, holding her ground. "I understand that it's not easy, but we need to work together as a team to put on a great show," Paige said, trying to ease the tension.

The rest of the cast watched in tense silence, like a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment, half-expecting another fight to break out between the two. Elizabeth finally relented, "You're right. I'll lay off the cast and crew," she said, finally relenting.

After the storm, the sea calmed, and the ship sailed smoothly with Elizabeth remaining quiet and steering her focus towards her performance.

But later, Elizabeth's ears perked up like a fox, and her eyes narrowed as she heard the group of dancers making exaggerated grunting noises and laughing hysterically.

Elizabeth overheard their conversation and immediately became defensive. "What are you all talking about?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We were just saying how surprised we are that you're still wearing belly shirts after what happened with Paige last year," one of the cast members replied.

Elizabeth scoffed. "That was last year, people. I'm not going to let one punch stop me from wearing what I want."

“What do you mean one punch?” Karen laughed, “What I heard was that Paige used you like a punching bag!”

Samantha shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you would be so dumb as to pick a fight while wearing a belly shirt. What did you think was going to happen?"

“And you are still wearing a crop top after Paige slugged you like a hundred times!” John laughed.

"It was not a hundred-" Elizabeth spat protectively. "Maybe I am trying to prove a point," Elizabeth suggested.

"A point? What point could you be trying to prove?" John countered. "That you love getting punched in the gut?"

Elizabeth bristled at the comment, feeling a surge of anger. "Whatever," she muttered before storming off.

"Ugh, she's even more obnoxious than before," whispered one of the actresses to her friend.


A few days had passed. The tension was high at the outdoor pool as the cast and crew of the play hung out after a long day of rehearsal. Paige, in her modest black workout clothes, sat on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She wasn't interested in swimming, and the sight of Elizabeth flaunting her body in her pink bikini did nothing to change her mind.

Elizabeth wore hip-hugger jean shorts and a white crop top that clutched her small breasts but stretched no longer than her third rib. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each one designed to grab everyone’s attention. 

Elizabeth's fingers fumbled with the button for a moment, her eyes focused on the task at hand. As she finally managed to undo it, she took a step back and gave a sly smile, knowing that all eyes were on her. Slowly, she lowered the zipper, her movements deliberate and tantalizing.

As Elizabeth shimmied the shorts down her hips. The male cast members couldn't help but stare in admiration at her long, slender tanned legs. 

"Man, she's such a *****, but damn she's hot," one of the male actors muttered under his breath.

"I know, right?" replied another, shaking his head in disappointment.

She lifted her shirt over her head, she wore a tiny pink bikini top and small breasts, she lacked any natural sensuality, like a robot mimicking human behavior without understanding its true essence. They all knew she practiced every move in front of a mirror, lacking any natural sensuality.

She took a moment to adjust the waistband of her bikini bottoms, making sure they were sitting just right. Then, with a playful smile, she turned around to give everyone a view of her backside.

"Ugh, I wish she would just stop," one of the female crew members said, rolling her eyes.

"I know, it's like she's a contestant on a never-ending talent show," another chimed in. 

Elizabeth felt the heat of the sun on her skin as she stood there, her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, relishing in the warmth and the sound of the water splashing around her. 

As she opened her eyes, she took a moment to look down at her body, admiring the way the sunlight highlighted her flat, soft stomach and trim waistline. Her belly button was a small, delicate indentation, surrounded by smooth, tanned skin. She ran her hand over her belly, feeling the slight muscle definition that she had been working on for months. 

Paige was amused as she watched Elizabeth strutting around the pool like a peacock spreading its feathers, desperate for attention. It was clear to Paige that Elizabeth had not learned her lesson from the last time they crossed paths. Here she was, acting as if she wanted to do it all over again, trying to stir up drama where there was none. Paige was content to simply watch as Elizabeth made a fool of herself. 

"What's the matter, Paige?" Elizabeth had sauntered up to her striking a pose from sports illustrated, "Not brave enough to put on a swimsuit next to me?"

"I just don't feel like swimming," she said, hoping to avoid a confrontation.

Elizabeth scoffed. "Of course, you don't. You're too afraid to show off that flabby body of yours."

Paige bristled at the insult but kept her cool. "I'm not afraid of anything, Elizabeth. I just don't feel like swimming," she repeated.

Elizabeth smirked, "Whatever you say, Paige. I mean, I know you like to hide it under those baggy clothes of yours."

"You never learn, do you?" Paige growled, standing up to face Elizabeth, her eyes blazing with anger.

Elizabeth winced but refused to back down. "I'll never learn what, Paige? That you're a terrible actress and a weakling? I already know that."

Paige's eyes narrowed, and she spat, "You just can't keep your mouth shut, can you, Jelly Belly?"

"I'll shut up when you stop being a terrible actress," Elizabeth sneered.

Paige heaved a tired sigh. "Is that what this is about? You're still sore about losing your role in Oleanna?"

"No, I'm sore about you thinking you're so great when you're not. “You're a joke!”

Elizabeth emphasized the insult by shoving Paige in the chest. Paige's anger boiled over. Without thinking, she pushed Elizabeth toward the pool with all her might. Elizabeth let out a surprised shriek as she stumbled backward, arms flailing as she fell into the cool water of the pool. Water splashed everywhere as Elizabeth hit the surface with a loud splash, her bikini-clad body sinking beneath the water's surface.

Paige felt a sense of satisfaction as her cast mates erupted in a chorus of laughter. They loved seeing the self-proclaimed drama queen brought down a peg. But as Elizabeth resurfaced, sputtering and gasping as she emerged from the water, screaming at Paige "You *****!" She knew that the girl wasn't going to let this go easily.

Sure enough, as Elizabeth climbed out of the pool, water cascading down her body, she turned to face Paige, her eyes burning with rage. Her wet hair clung to her face, framing her features in a way that only seemed to accentuate her anger.

"You think you're so tough, don't you?" Elizabeth spat. "Pushing me into the pool like that. You're nothing but a coward."

Paige rolled her eyes, unimpressed with Elizabeth's attempts to provoke her. "You're the one who was taunting me, Elizabeth. You were practically begging for it."

"I wasn't begging for anything," Elizabeth retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're just jealous of me. You always have been."

Paige scoffed. "Jealous of what? Your annoying voice and your entitled attitude? Give me a break, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth's face twisted in anger, her fists clenching at her sides. "You don't know anything about me. You don't know what it's like to work hard and achieve your goals. All you know how to do is throw punches."

"I work just as hard as you do, if not harder," Paige shot back. Paige bristled at Elizabeth's words. She knew they were untrue, but the fact that Elizabeth thought that way about her still stung. "I'm an actress, too."

Elizabeth sneered. "An actress? Please. I bet you couldn't even get a role in a community theater production."

Paige felt her temper flare at Elizabeth's insult. "You want to go another round, Elizabeth? Because I'm not afraid to put you in your place again."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward. "I'm not afraid of you, Paige. Let's do this."

Paige's grin widened as she felt a surge of adrenaline. She was more than ready for round two. Elizabeth went after her immediately, and just like the year before she threw a wild punch at Paige's face.

Like a snake striking its prey, Paige's fist connected with Elizabeth's belly. She let out a guttural groan. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard to the bystanders, making them wince in discomfort.

"HUOOOOOPH!!" Her face twisted in agony, her features contorted like a rubber mask being pulled from all sides.Her eyes bulged and watered, and her mouth hung open, struggling to take in air. It was as if all the color had drained from her face, leaving her pale and vulnerable. She doubled over, her body folding in on itself like a piece of paper crumpling under pressure.

"Damn, did you see that? Elizabeth can't take a punch for ****," someone from the cast exclaimed.

"I know, right? She was practically begging for it with that attitude," another responded.

"I knew she was all bark and no bite, but I didn't think she'd go down that easily," the first one replied.

Elizabeth's arms shot up in shock, her hands fluttering like startled birds. Her eyes widened as she struggled to process what had just happened, her brain struggling to catch up with her body's sudden reaction. The cast and crew around the pool burst into laughter at Elizabeth's expense, finding her flailing and gasping for air to be hilarious. It was as if she was a fish out of water, flapping around helplessly as they watched on in amu*****t.

“N-no!” Elizabeth's protest was feeble, her voice barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. Paige's grip on her hair was unyielding, and as she was yanked back up.

“OOOUPH!” Paige's punches landed hard and fast, with the force of a battering ram against Elizabeth's tiny frame. Her delicate features contorted in pain, and her body convulsed with each impact. The air rushed out of her lungs in a wheezing gasp, leaving her feeling dizzy and lightheaded.  Elizabeth was like a rag doll, being tossed around by the merciless blows. 

"I feel kind of bad for her, though," someone said.

"Are you kidding? She's been on Paige's back all week. She needs to stop running her mouth," another person responded.

Elizabeth's face contorted in agony, her eyes tightly shut as she gasped for air. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed with the effort of trying to catch her breath. She gritted her teeth as another wave of pain washed over her, her muscles tense and strained. Despite her efforts to back away, her body seemed to be failing her, and she stumbled, her movements becoming increasingly uncoordinated.

“WOOOF!” Paige wound back her arm and sent it flying towards Elizabeth's midsection once again landing with a thud. A low, guttural grunt escaped her lips as she absorbed the blow. Elizabeth's delicate frame was lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the punch, making her look even tinier and more fragile than before.

The girls looked at each other in disbelief as they watched Elizabeth get hit in the stomach yet again. "How stupid can she be?" one of them muttered, shaking her head.

The girls scoffed and rolled their eyes at Elizabeth's choice of attire. "How dumb can you be?" one of them exclaimed. "After Paige kicked her ass last summer, she still wears a damn bikini that shows off her abs."

"I mean, what did she think was going to happen?" another girl chimed in. "It's like she's asking for it."

The girls all laughed bitterly, at Elizabeth's misfortune. They had never been fond of her and felt that she deserved everything she was getting.

Through it all, Elizabeth's moans and groans filled the air. Paige's taunts and insults echoed in her ears, but they seemed to come from a distance as if she were underwater and everything was muffled. Elizabeth's mind was foggy, her body writhing in agony.

One of the cast members spoke up, "Damn, Paige really knocked the wind out of her."

A girl joined in, "Yeah, she can't seem to take a punch at all. Maybe we should give her a break."

Another girl disagreed, "No way! She looks hot when she's getting beat up. I wouldn't mind seeing her take a few more punches."

As Elizabeth's delicate frame lay on the ground, her petite body heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, it was clear that she was outmatched. Paige briefly felt a twinge of guilt, but the memory of Elizabeth's constant taunts and belittlement quickly erased any remorse. This was the moment that Elizabeth had been asking for, and Paige was determined to show her that she couldn't push people around without consequences.

Paige walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to face her. "Had enough yet?" Paige sneered. Her nimble fingers deftly undid the clasp of Elizabeth's bra, as if she had done it a hundred times before. In a sudden motion, she forcefully yanked the garment off, leaving Elizabeth's breasts exposed to the chilly breeze. 

Elizabeth's eyes widened like saucers, her cheeks flushed as the guys in the group let out a collective roar of excitement as Paige ripped off Elizabeth's bra. They had been wanting to see her like this for years, and the sight of her chest sent them into a frenzy.

"YES! Finally!" one guy shouted, pumping his fist in the air.

"I knew she had it in her," another guy added, staring intently at her chest.

"Dude, I've been waiting for this moment since the day she arrived," one guy exclaimed, practically hyperventilating with excitement.

The excitement in the group was palpable, and the guys couldn't help but continue to make comments and catcalls, admiring Elizabeth's exposed figure.

"I can't believe we're seeing this," one guy said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Who knew she had it in her?" another guy said with a grin.

"Can you guys just shut up already?" one of the girls snapped, rolling her eyes at the guys' antics.

The girls in the group looked on in disgust, chastising the boys for their behavior. But even they couldn't help but feel a bit of amu*****t at Elizabeth's humiliation.

"Elizabeth isn't even trying to cover up, it's like she's just taking it," one girl said, shaking her head in disapproval.

Another girl couldn't help but laugh, "I can't believe Elizabeth actually got herself into this mess."

As Paige yanked down Elizabeth's pink *******, the entire cast erupted in excitement. Their eyes widened in anticipation as Elizabeth was left completely naked before them.

"Holy ****, look at that body!" one of the guys shouted, his voice cracking with excitement.

"She's even hotter than I thought!" another guy added, his eyes glued to her naked form.

The girls in the group exchanged uncomfortable glances, not sure how to react to the boys' excitement. But even they couldn't deny that Elizabeth had a great body.

"Damn, I wish I had her figure," one of the girls said, half-jokingly.

"Man, Paige really did a number on her," one girl remarked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Did you see the way Elizabeth just stood there while Paige yanked off her bikini?” another cast member chimed in, laughing at the image. The group erupted into laughter, but not everyone found the situation amusing. 

Elizabeth clenched her fists, knowing that her behavior had cost her more than the fight. Her hot body was the only reason anyone tolerated her.

"You should have known better than to mess with me, Jelly Belly," Paige sneered as she watched Elizabeth struggle to stay on her feet. Paige pulled back her fist for another punch, and Elizabeth braced herself, knowing it would be devastating. She felt her heart racing and her breathing quicken as she awaited the inevitable impact. In that split second, all she could do was steel herself for what was to come.

The next punch landed with a hollow thud.

"Ughhhhhhh!" Elizabeth groaned as the punch landed, her breath knocked out of her. She flailed and shook, her tiny body unable to withstand the force of the blow. It was as if she were a rag doll being tossed about by a strong gust of wind.

Her knees buckled, and she crumpled to the ground, still moaning in pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath, her body convulsing with each gasp for air. The pain was overwhelming, and she wondered if she would ever recover.

“Houppphhh!”, Elizabeth's face contorted in pain as she took the hardest punch of her life. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she doubled over from the impact. She felt light-headed, and her vision started to blur. She was aware of the other cast members watching her, but it was as if they were in a different world. All she could focus on was the searing pain in her belly.

"You don't have the stomach for it," she added, shoving Elizabeth toward the pool.

Elizabeth fell back as if everything was happening in slow motion. She flailed her arms, desperate to find something to hold onto, but found nothing. The cold water hit her with a shock, making her gasp for air as she sank below the surface. Her eyes were wide open, and she could see the bubbles rising around her, the sunlight filtering through the water above.

But then the panic set in. She hadn't taken a full breath in almost a minute, and Elizabeth realized that she couldn't hold her breath any longer. She tried to kick to the surface, but her body felt heavy and unresponsive. The water seemed to be pressing in on her, suffocating her. Her lungs were burning, and she could feel her vision starting to fade. She was going to drown.

Then Strong hands pulled her up, dragging her to the surface. Elizabeth gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as she broke the surface. She clung to the edge of the pool, her body heaving as she tried to catch her breath. 

Her cast mates were all around her, cheering and laughing, but Elizabeth couldn't focus on anything except the burning pain in her tummy. Elizabeth felt a deep sense of disgrace as she looked down at her naked body. Her brand new pink bikini, the one she had been so excited to wear, was now in tatters on the ground. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she tried to hold back her emotions. She couldn't believe that she had let herself get into this situation. How could Paige do this to her? Why did everyone have to see her like this?

Fuming, Elizabeth pulled herself out of the pool, she couldn't wait to get out of this place and away from these people. She wrapped a towel around herself and tried to walk away with as much dignity as she could muster, but it was a futile effort. They would never take her seriously now, and she wondered how she would ever be able to face them again. Elizabeth would always be remembered as the girl who couldn't take a punch. 



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , a year ago
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Allegra stood confidently on the crowded bus, turning heads among the passengers. She had sharp cheekbones, full black stained lips, heavy dark mascara, and a well-defined jawline. Her clear skin and well-groomed eyebrows added to her overall appeal, and her sleek, modern style had a vintage edge.

Allegra had carefully chosen her outfit for the day's job interview, opting for a vintage t-shirt with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample bosom. Her black curve-hugging mini-skirt cut off at just the right length to accentuate her toned thighs, while the fishnet stockings made her already long and lean legs appear even more elongated. Her heavy Wednesday boots completed the look with a touch of edge, making her appear both fashionable and fierce.

The bus jerked forward suddenly, and Allegra instinctively reached for the overhead bar to steady herself. But it was too late. A ripping sound echoed through the bus, and Allegra's eyebrows raised in horror. She could feel a cool breeze brush against her bare legs and began to panic. 

“That's what I call a wardrobe malfunction!” whistled one of the male bus riders. Allegra's gaze flicked down to her lower half and her sharp cheekbones began to burn. Her leather skirt lay split in half on the floor, the zipper busted where it had caught on the rough edge of a seat. In the blink of an eye, Allegra was now standing on the bus in nothing but her T-shirt and a pair of legs that were sure to catch anyone’s attention.

"You're looking fine!” said another man. The other passengers erupted into a chorus of gasps and giggles. She quickly grabbed the torn skirt and covered herself, feeling grateful that she had worn adequately feminine underwear that day. “Can I get your number?”

"Damn, girl! You've got some legs on you! You could be a model!" a man in the back of the bus yelled out, prompting more laughter from the other passengers. She wondered how she was going to make it to her job interview like this. 

"Um- Excuse me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, Allegra tried to ignore the catcalls and snickering, but she could feel their eyes on her as she made her way to the front of the bus half-naked. "When will we be arriving at Basin Street?"

The driver looked her up and down and raised an eyebrow. "Do you know you're not wearing any pants?" he asked, amused.

"Uh, yeah I know, it's a long story," Allegra nodded. 

"Well, we're supposed to be there at ten till, so it will be another twenty minutes," the driver responded answering her question.  

“Mommy? Is that lady a prostitute?” a child asked as she slinked past the passengers again to return to her spot. Allegra's spirits dampened at the prospect of having to endure another twenty minutes of standing around with all eyes on her bare legs. She was acutely aware of the stares and whispers from the other passengers, and overheard an old lady saying "I used to have legs like that."

"Hey, you should try out for one of those reality TV shows!" a woman with bright pink hair commented, eliciting a few chuckles. Allegra started to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She had always been a bit of a rebel, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

The bus finally pulled up to her stop after what seemed like an eternity. Many in the Los Angeles crowd noticed the tall leggy goth step off the bus, wearing nothing but a shirt. But their attention quickly turned to the struggle the girl was having with the bus door. Before she was free and clear Her shirt had become caught in the double doors, and she tugged and pulled at it, desperation on her face.

“No!” Allegra pleaded as the bus pulled away into the street. The girl stumbled on her long skinny legs like a baby deer as the force of the speeding bus spun her about, tugging emphatically on her shirt and bra till they could take no more and tore away clean.

In seconds Allegra was ******* in the middle of downtown Los Angeles, her skin smooth and pale. Her small breasts were firm and perky, defying gravity as she frantically tried to cover herself with her hands, but there was just too much bare skin on display. The onlookers couldn't believe what they were seeing, while others watched on in morbid fascination. 

“EEEEEEE!” Lean muscle could be seen flowing beneath the smooth skin of her legs as Allegra hopped around in panic, her high-pitched squeal echoed through the crowd who couldn't help but stare at her body. Some whispered in disbelief, others laughed. Some in the crowd tried to come to her aid, but they didn't know where to look or what to do.

For Allegra, the moment was nothing short of mortifying. She was not the type of girl to show off her body. She sincerely believed it was nothing anybody wanted to see, even though many people suggested she could make money as a model. She usually stayed covered up, even the short skirt she had worn was rare for her. But now her body was laid bare, with nothing to hide behind. Meanwhile, her torn shirt hung from the door of the bus, flapping in the wind as it continued on its way.

"Nice ****!" A man in a passing car yelled out, as the tall girl ran into the street with nothing but stockings and heels. The woman winced at the crude comment but didn't have time to react as she was too busy trying to hold onto her breasts and grab her shirt that was caught in the bus door.

But just as she reached out to grab her shirt, the bus hit a massive puddle of water, sending a huge spray flying toward her. The force of the water knocked her off her feet, and she landed hard on her backside, her stockings and hair now soaking wet.

The goth girl was now sitting in the middle of the road, completely drenched from head to toe. Her long dark hair clung to her face and neck, and her makeup was running down her cheeks in black streaks. She could hear the laughter and the jeering of the people around her, and she knew that she had to abandon the scene before it got even worse.

Allegra ran as fast as she could into the nearest building, which happened to be the club she was interviewing at, and headed straight to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She was standing there, *******, with her ******* and fishnet stockings on, her boots still laced up tightly around her calves. She was shivering and her ******* were hard from the cold outside.

As she stood there trying to gather her thoughts, she heard a knock on the bathroom door. It was her boss Mr. Balotelli, who had come looking for her.

"Allegra, are you okay in there?" he asked, concern in his voice.

Allegra took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She opened the door slowly, trying to cover herself as best she could with her hands. Mr. Balotelli looked at her with a mixture of surprise and amu*****t.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Balotelli. I had a bit of an accident on the bus," she stammered, her face red with embarrassment.

"I see that," he said, his eyes flicking over her exposed breasts. "But don't worry, accidents happen. Let's get you cleaned up and see if we can salvage your interview."

Allegra was grateful for his understanding and couldn't believe how lucky she was to have found such a kind boss. After cleaning herself up and putting on a fresh outfit, Allegra emerged from the room feeling more confident and ready to take on the world. She walked into the interview room and sat down across from Mr. Balotelli.

"Allegra, I must say, you certainly know how to make an entrance," he said with a chuckle.

Allegra smiled back, feeling more relaxed now that the worst was over. "Well, I always try to make a good impression," she said, trying to play it cool.

They chatted for a while about her experience as a DJ and her music taste. Allegra felt like she was really connecting with Mr. Balotelli, and she began to relax even more.

Just as the interview was wrapping up, there was a knock at the door. It was the bus driver from earlier, holding a pile of clothes.

"Excuse me, Mr. Balotelli, but I believe these belong to your employee," he said, holding out the torn and wet clothing.

Mr. Balotelli looked at the pile and then back at Allegra with a smile. "I guess you won't be needing those anymore," he said, causing both of them to laugh.

Allegra thanked the bus driver and took her clothes, feeling grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought her to the club that day. She knew that it was going to be a great job, and she couldn't wait to get started.



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
1 answer last reply 2 years ago from CountryMouse

#girlbrawl #bp #enf #catfight

Emily hesitated, unsure what she was going to do. Then she snatched the Vanilla Sponge cake from Freddie’s hand and pressed it into the girl’s comely face. 

Frederica arched her head, flailing her arms as she was pushed backward. She blinked through the butter icing and looked down at her dress. “Why did you…”

Emily wasted no time taking a brisk step towards Freddie, clutching a handful of her dark hair, and thumping her readied fist squarely into the credulous girl’s stomach.

“G… guuuh!” Emily didn’t know how to throw a punch but it was enough to drive the wind from the elfin girl’s body and lift her to her toes. In reflex, Freddie’s already large brown eyes grew to twice their normal size. The waifish girl raised her arms as she inclined at the waist, forcing her to spew out the pastry she was eating in a sticky arc. 

by Epictroller2108 , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
2 answers last reply 2 years ago from Epictroller2108


Camille. :

Dashing through the streets of Zaun at high speed, Zeri thinks about all of the possibilities for this wonderful night. She had a busy day fighting around these same streets, catching criminals and zapping those evil Piltovans from the top side, now, she would hang out all night, doing exciting stuffs like running around the city for sightseeing, or go to the market, or,... maybe there isn't a lot of things to do when she's too young for all of the adult activities flooding the whole town. But it is fine ! Zeri would figure out something to do, she told herself that. She would need to do it fast though, because deep inside, the girl know that she would get bored at running around very soon, like very very soon, like...right now.

She's bored. Zeri has spent about one hour running around the city for the sake of running alone, it was a very excited exercise considering how fast she can run, but it is impossible for her to see the sight of Zaun when she's going that fast. Maybe Zeri needs to slow down to appreciate the beauty of her city, as she has always been telling herself. She decides to take a slow walk to the market from where she's standing, a slow walk that would take half an hour for her to actually reach the market since she is quite close to the bridge leading to Piltover right now, and see everything the city has to offer in the mean time.

She kept on walking past the street, observing everything in sight, from the river, Piltover from far away to the sewers around her. Even Zaun's citizen could not escape her look, from the weird cyborgs, to the addicts who would often take a sniff from their masks that are connected to a Shimmer tank. It looks exciting to see them do that, thought Zeri, but judging by her age now, she wouldn't be able to try the purple substance in that tank, that was just an excuse for the real reason that she doesn't have enought money for that stuff right now. With that in mind, Zeri keeps walking with her head constantly moving to have a clear view of everything.

She walked into a devious district, where there is hardly anyone around, just a silent street and a dark sky covered by smoke. Zeri doesn't like this district at all, there is no neon light, nor people, or anything to see aside from the backsides of the bland metal buildings. She would always dash through this district in mere seconds, but today she gathers her inner courage to stick around and see it for a bit more. Quite a mistake on her part.

Voices echoes from a nearby pathway, as if there is a conversation happening, and suddenly, a loud metallic sound catches Zeri's ears. The girl stopped for a moment, then approach the pathway out of curiosity, wanting to see what was making the loud noise. As she come closer, Zeri can clearly observe the scenario: one dead woman lying on the ground with her head cut clean off, two men standing beside the corpse, and one Piltovan warden accompanying by a tall person. That mysterious person is a lady with white hair, standing taller than any of the people around her, wearing what seems to be a kind of tight grey suit with two tails behind her and a large hard piece covering both of her shoulders and neck. On her chest, a hextech crystal is shining, constantly sending its ripples through the air. Her legs are massive, long robotic limbs with blades under her knees, with their joints protected by hard metal kneecaps. She has an elegant looking to her face, but with eyes that are as cold as her metal legs. This is no ordinary Piltovan noble lady. Zeri knows that, she thinks this woman looks evil and dangerous, especially when there is a corpse near her and blood on one of her bladed legs.

The young girl can sense fear from the eyes of two Zaunite men as they look at the noble lady, she knows that they are in danger and need to be saved, but she must approach carefully and use the element of surprise to catch the grey woman of guard. So Zeri sneak behind some wooden boxes and peak her eyes out to look at the conversation, waiting for a chance to strike.

"The leader of house Ferros sends her regards." Said the grey woman with bladed legs. "Bring this corpse back and tell your boss that the Grey Lady will come for his head next time he disagree with our terms." Her half human, half robotic voice echoes through the air, sends shiver down Zeri spine when she is eavesdropping.

"We will never accept with your terms, Tyrant ! You can kill all you want, the undercity will not submit to some Piltovan nobles." One of the men talked back. "You can go to hell ! Camille Ferros !"

"Oh ! Is that so ?!" Camille Ferros, they Grey Lady said calmly. "It is a pity that you would not cooperate with us like the last boss did, I am quite unpleased that you refused our business partnership. Now both of you can die." She did a roundhouse kick, slice into the men and killed them instantly, while maintaining a cold and emotionless facade.

Zeri gasped in shock, but used her hands to cover her mouth immediately, only letting out a soft squeal sound. However, the hightened senses of Camille have already detected her. The lady turned and did a swipe kick, destroying the boxes, but Zeri quickly jumped back, dodging the blade just in time. The girl catches her breath, then looks down on her body to see if it is still in one piece. Luckily, she was fine, but her orange tank top has been sliced , cutting a part of the green lightning bolt away and leave it dangling around her waist. Zeri angrily ripped the dangling part off, while murmuring some swear words. She only has half a shirt left that covers her breasts, leaving her navel and a large part of her stomach exposed. Not only that, because Zeri tear her shirt off without caution, it also ripped off the part that was suppose to cover her lower back.

"Well well well ! What are you doing out here, naughty child ?!" Camille asked calmly. "It is not polite to eavesdrop on adults, especially if they are in a business meeting. Didn't your parents teach you that ?"

Zeri remains silent, she is in shock when the noble lady looks straight into her eyes.

"I am quite annoyed by the fact that a child has been listening to my...Private... conversation with my business partners." Said Camille

"No children here grandma! I am clearly a teenager !" Zeri talked back with an aggressive voice.

"Alright...Teenager ! Could you please tell me, very respectfully and honestly, what have you heard and seen, or how long have you been behind those boxes ?" The Grey Lady talked slowly

"Long enough... I guess, anyway, I have seen enough to know that this is no ordinary business meeting. That is why you attacked me, am I right ?" Zeri said. "You will not escape from this crime !"

"Oh ! Children these days !" Camille let out a sigh. "Now now ! No need to get violent all of a sudden, I do not slaughter children for eavesdropping, especially when there is a warden right here. If you want to live peacefully, just walk away and pretend that nothing ever happened here, I will give you a large coin purse to spend in the market three blocks from here. Keep your mouth shut, and get free money, isn't it good ?" She said calmly, while taking out a large coin purse as promised. "Your choice, dear !"

"Aight ! Rich lady has some coins ey ?" Zeri laughed. "Apologize, while I would really like to sniff some Shimmer for the first time, I wouldn't accept your bribe. Use it for a really good lawyer, or maybe just give it to that corrupted warden guy over there. I will bring you to justice."

"Well, so you do not want coins ?" Asked Camille.

"Not from your dirty businesses." Said Zeri.

"I suppose the warden doesn't want it either, nor he wants to be the witness if this crime scene at all." Said Camille, as she put the coin purse away again and did a horse kick, impaling the warden's face. "You will die now !"

Zeri stepped back and quickly pulls out her gun, firing bolts of electricity into Camille while the lady charged at her. However, they were all deflected by some kind of shield around Camille, and she continued to attack Zeri. The Grey Lady kicked at the gun, slicing it in half, wounding Zeri's right hand in the process, and did another swipe. The girl ducked and use her left index finger to shoot out a lightning zap into Camille's face, blinding her and forcing her to fall back.

"Ha ! In your face, Grandma !" Zeri shouted excitingly.

Camille is very angry, she sliced the girl's gun, yet still got shot, it must be some trick that the brat pulled on her or some kind of device. As she looks at Zeri and sees the huge jacket with mechanical parts she's wearing, Camille immediately thought it would be the jacket that gave her the zap. She decided to destroy the jacket first.

Shooting her grappling hooks and dashes toward Zeri, Camille catches the girl's jacket, pulling it away and throwing her into the wall. Zeri stood up from the impact, realizing the lady already had her jacket, she screamed desperately:

"No ! Not my jacket !"

But it was too late, the Grey Lady already threw Zeri's jacket onto the ground and sliced it up with her bladed legs. However, there was still electricity in it since the jacket was designed to dampen and store the energy from Zeri, so it blew up right after Camille damaged it, blasting both her and the young girl with an EMP. Zeri was fine, but Camille, having half of her body made up of machines, suffered great pain.

Zeri, now has nothing to cover her torso besides from half a tank top, is furious. The lady has already leave her half naked by destroying both the shirt and the jacket, she has to make her suffer more before bringing her to justice. The girl charged at Camille, unleash her lightning at the lady, shocking her even more.

Camille screamed in pain, trying to move away from the lightning blast but it was no use, the electricity has already made her limbs numb. However, her shield recharged just in time and blocked a lot of it, allowing her to recover.

"Well well ! Electricity from your own body ?! Aren't you an interesting kid ?!" Camille said as she stands up. "You have made me angry, girl ! But I would not kill you, I would bring you back to the Ferros house for research. However, I would beat you up violently to ensure that you will not zap anyone again."

Zeri was shocked, the lady has already recovered, she would have to dodge her next attack. But it was already too late, Camille used her grappling hooks and dashes to her at an immense speed, unleashing a devastating knee strike into Zeri's bare stomach, throwing her into the wall again. The girl gasped as the steel kneecap smashed her belly and drive the breath out of her.

The strike has damaged Zeri greatly, she tried to stand up but could feel her legs shivering beneath. She began to cough violently while also trying to suck in some air, but the pain was so great it forced her down on her knees clutching her hands to her stomach and cries.

"What the fuck is this ?! Why does it hurt so bad ?!" Thought Zeri.

"Not quite talkative now, darling ? That would teach you not to mess with a lady !" Camille said. "Stand up, child. I will beat some manner into that little body of yours."

With that being said, the girl tried to stand up once more and slowly back up, while charging her electricity to prepare for another zap. However, the energy that once flows inside Zeri would not obey her command anymore, and that is when she realized the reason why: her power is tied to her emotion, and it will not work if she is too scared or confused. Desperate, Zeri throws punches trying to fend off Camille, but the weak strikes of her small fists cannot affect the deadly agent of house Ferros. Camille easily deflected the blows with one hand, while still slowly walking toward her victim, before driving her own fist into Zeri's stomach with full force, striking right in the center of it, where her navel is. The punch was so powerful that Camille can feels it sinking deep into the girl's stomach pit, almost touching her spine.

"GAAHHK !" . Zeri cried out in pain, the attack lifted her body up from the ground and left her hanging onto Camille's mechanical arm. When the Grey Lady draws her fist back, Zeri fell onto her knees, coughing blood out of her mouth and holding her stomach with both hands. The blows must have damaged her internal organs badly judging by the amount of blood drops on the street. This even worried Camille, she might have hit the child too hard, and so she must be careful not to go all out in order to keep Zeri alive for experiment. Zeri is a gunner, not a brawler like most Zaunite teenagers, so eventhough she is quite aggressive, her body is actually not that strong comparing to the others. Knowing that fact, Camille realized that she could have made a big mistake by hitting her full force at the second strike.

"Wel well ! Isn't that a good punch ? Look at how much it damaged you, dear. Now you realized that you should have taken the coin purse and leave me alone do you ?" Camille said calmly, approaching the coughing Zeri.

The young girl finished spitting out the last blood there is in her mouth, looked up at Camille with terror filling her eyes. She tried to crawl backward with one of her arms, while the other still clutched tight to her belly, and moaned softly:

"No...please don't kill me...I'm sorry... I beg you...!"

Zeri eyes were in tears as she continued to stay away from Camille. This makes the Grey Lady feels pity for the child, but she does not let that stop her from beating this annoying brat until she's unconscious. Camille stepped forward, catching Zeri by her pigtails, and forced her to straighten her body up, preparing to deliver massive blows to her exposed midsection between the low rise pants and the ripped tank top. As she pulls her closer, Camille could hear Zeri's soft grunts between her breathing, sometimes interrupted by a sudden gasp or cough that would spill blood out into her small mouth.

Camille touches Zeri's stomach with her palm, caresses it. It is really soft after two hits from her, and by now, it would offer no resistance against a direct strike, so the girl's organs will suffer full damage from Camille. The Grey Lady always love to beat up and kill those who oppose her, and would take pleasure in it by delivering the most painful strikes possible, however, she doesn't want to kill Zeri, so she must hit her with enough force to make her painful, but not enough to lead to her death. Gladly, the agent of house Ferros already had years of experience doing it, more than ten of Zeri's lifetime, and she knows how strike precisely below the limit.

Camille move her palm to Zeri's navel, then push it with a powerful force ,squeezing her organs. Zeri's eyes widen as her wounded midriff being hit for the third time, and the strike had so much power that it made her vomit all of the blood that are still inside her stomach. The lady then releases her hair, letting her collapse onto the street, holding her stomach and gasping continuously.

"Now that you are cleanse of all those liquids, how about having a chance to escape this ?" Said Camille, she then proceeds to the corpse of the warden and take the enforcer baton from him, throwing it in front of Zeri. "Considering you cannot use electricity anymore, I am now giving you this weapon to use against me. Beat me, and I'll leave you be."

Zeri immediately reaches for the baton when she finishes catching her breath, holding it in one hand and use the other hand for defense. The girl then charges at Camille in hope to land a blow onto her head. Unfortunately, her inexperience at using a melee weapon making the strike become weak, slow, and predictable, unlike Camille's.

The Grey Lady dodged the blow easily and ducked down, thrusting her hand with five fingers into Zeri's solar plexus.

"OUUUUGH !". Having the breath driving out of her, Zeri was winded, her eyes widen, her body doubled up and hanging onto Camille's arm.

"Gahhk ! I need air, I can't breath !" Thought Zeri.

When the older woman draw her arm back, the girl collapsed onto her knees, one hand holding her stomach, the other hold the baton like a clutch to keep herself from falling flat on the street. She breathes viciously, trying to draw in as much air as possible to ease the pain.

Zeri stood up once more despite the pain still remain, holding her baton at Camille in a more defensive stance. However, she doesn't know how a defensice stance can defend her, and left her torso wide open.

Camille jumped in for another time, hit a direct punch into Zeri's bare stomach so hard that she is forced to drop the baton on the street when slowly stepping back until her back meet the floor and slide down while holding her wounded belly with both hands.

The Grey Lady picked the baton up, quickly close distance and pulled a fake punch at Zeri's face. When the young girl bring her small arms up to protect her pretty face, Camille suddenly rammed the tip of the baton right into her exposed navel.

Zeri couldn't stand the pain, her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head and she was about to pass out, but another strike with the baton following the first one wakes her up. It was too painful for her to be unconcious. She quickly fall onto the street, holding her stomach tight with both hands again, trying to scream out loud while coughing uncontrollably. She then proceeds to spit out a lot of saliva still mixed with some blood in her mouth. She opens her mouth and try to talk, to beg for mercy from Camille. Sadly, no sound came out of her except for the squeals and coughes.

Camille waited for Zeri to regain her senses, then spoke: "What happened ? No more big words ? You little Zaunite rats are all pittiful."

This line triggered Zeri, causing her to go into a blinding rage. The young girl stood up, charges her power with anger and dashes to Camille to unleash a powerful attack. The Grey Lady easily dodged that predictable strike, and counter-attacked with deadly precision. She uses only two fingers on her right hand to jab into Zeri's exposed navel with a speed so immense that the girl couldn't react even with her electricity all charged up.

Zeri's eyes widen, her tongue sticks out of her mouth. She spits out a lot of blood, then her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body went limp just like being shut down. The girl doubled over and hanged onto Camille's arm, she has fallen unconscious after the strike.

"Good, I feel satisfied, it's time for you to be introduced with my niece, the lord of house Ferros." Said Camille. "I am sure that she will love your power, as well as your pretty face and soft, cute body." She then carried the unconscious Zeri over her shoulder, grappling onto the buildings to leave Zaun for Piltover.



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
1 answer last reply 2 years ago from CountryMouse

1008 words

Read Time 5 minutes

“If you don’t want to do the seance just say so,” Allegra complained.

“Don’t stop Retro!” Gabi pleaded, “It was just getting good! I promise I’ll shut up.”

Allegra came back after a few minutes with water and some baked cheese crackers. She sank back into her seat. “Alright, where was I? Did he rip off their clothes yet?”

“He rips off their clothes?” said Riley, too excitedly.



5598 words

28 minutes read time

Part 1 is complete.

#BDSM #bellypunch #bellykick #girlbrawl #enf #embarassment #humiliation

“Hurg!” It was much harder than Cassidy had expected and she dropped her arms and lifted a knee. Again Honey Cream paced back and stepped into her punch catching Cassidy in the belly.

“Ooooh!” The second punch bent Cassidy over. Her eyes squinted and she puckered her bee-stung lips as she bent at the waist. “I get three this time.”



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
4 answers last reply 2 years ago from CountryMouse

The Orc woman cried “Yikes!” her powerfully built legs flashing red-brown copper through the gashes in her new dress. Yutjaa bashfully collected the ribbons of her bliaut and kirtle trying to cover her thighs. She started when she checked her behind and felt skin instead of fabric. Peering behind her she confirmed that most of her beautiful new dress’s back, below the waist, was gone giving a fine view of her muscular buttocks.

3470 Words, Read Time 19.00 minutes

#ENF #Embarassment/Humiliation #Romance/Friendship



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
1 answer last reply 2 years ago from CountryMouse

886 words

5 minutes read time

Allegra finished wrapping her head towel and took a moment to check herself. When she left home she decided to leave everything behind, including the pessimistic girl she used to be. She started wearing girl’s clothes and watching what she ate. From one summer to the next she had lost a little weight and felt confident enough to wear those short summer dresses that made her skinny legs look a mile long. She had even started wearing bikinis, saw how men lost their minds when she did, and wondered why her gender was having such a hard time taking over society.

“Wow!” Said a deep male voice. Allegra spun around to see Jarod standing in the doorway staring at her. Wet, nude, and in the best shape of her life.

#ENF #OON #Embarassment/Humiliation #positive naked feeling #romance/friendship



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
5 answers last reply 2 years ago from CountryMouse

#bikini #coercion #enf #enforcednudity #humiliation/embarassment

4895 words

25 minutes read time

This is the prologue of my "Clothes Slasher" series The North Valley Tailor. It also features Gabi from Road Rage and Gabi's Boxing Lesson.

“There is no way I’m wearing that Lakyn.” Allegra said bashfully, she was able to hold both pieces of the bikini between two of her black-nailed fingers. “Where is the rest of it?”



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
4 answers last reply 2 years ago from CountryMouse

Multiple flash fiction stories. All under 5 minutes read time. Always open to suggestions, what sports would you like to see Gabi fail at?

“Wow!” admired Nick looking Gabi up and down. “You weren’t kidding about that body, is that all real baby?”

“100% natural.”Gabi smiled proudly and let the man twirl her around, she loved a nice compliment. 

#bellypunch #boxing #catfight #coercion #football #futbol #soccer



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
2 answers last reply 2 years ago from ReaderMan

Sequel to "Road Rage"

2059 words

11 minutes read time.

Jack laughed, “That would be hot, but I don’t think so. You know she’s an actress?”

“Yeah?” Jen raised an eyebrow, “has she been in anything good?”

“Mostly that CW crap if you’re into it, but she’s done some nude scenes.”

Jen went to check on Gabi who was still kowtowed and moaning softly. Jen offered her glove to help Gabi get to her feet. “Yeah, alright. I’ll definitely check that out.” 

The girl accepted gratefully, but instead of helping her to her feet, Jen thudded a cruel uppercut into Gabi’s soft belly. “Wump!” 



2290 words

11 minutes read time

After her date with Brad, Melissa began to loosen up quite incredibly. She started dressing up much more casually around the house, with her sports bras starting to serve as stand-alone tops. She even bought a few tank tops and bikinis at the store! Her mother, ever the social butterfly, noticed this and complimented Melissa on her figure, increasing the girl’s confidence. She kept up the relationship with Brad via Zoom, with both of them in various states of dress. Whenever she ran errands, she would occasionally “forget” her bra; after a while, she might also ditch the panties. She wouldn’t dare, however, to go any further than that, and her parents, it seemed, still did not catch wind of her adventures with Drs. Jorgensen and Stevenson.



by CountryMouse , in category: Story Board , 2 years ago
1 answer last reply 2 years ago from CountryMouse

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21 minutes read time

After the visits to Doctors Jorgensen and Stevenson, Melissa seemed to have her life go back to normal. Her parents hadn't gotten word of the events of the visits, and she seemed to be able to keep her clothes on for the time being. Friday came and so did her date with Brad. She was still uncomfortable about the whole nudity thing so she just decided to wear her usual outfit of a long-sleeved T-shirt, bra and panties, and floor-length skirt. The restaurant was thirty minutes away; after taking a shower and applying perfume she decided to leave an hour before the date, not wanting to be stuck in traffic. She was looking forward to having a full conversation with Brad with her clothes on.



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Ilya gasped, brutally, and suddenly naked. The habit tore away in one quick motion, no match for the sheer savage strength of the Ogre. She stood there confused and terrified, with all her clothing laying in shreds at her feet.

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