<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/85/05/e2/8505e20361af35844a8a439c5c7ae509.jpg)</div>Adventurer Name: Syssiah Cuntguard<br/>Lvl 3 Human Figther<br/>Background: Gladiator<br/>A gladiator is as much an entertainer as any minstrel or circus performer trained to make the arts of combat into a spectacle the crowd can enjoy. This kind of flashy combat is your entertainer routine, though you might also have some skills as a tumbler or actor. Using your By Popular Demand<br/>feature, you can find a place to perform in any place that features combat for entertainment-perhaps a gladiatorial arena or secret pit fighting club. You can replace the musical instrument in your equipment package with an inexpensive but unusual weapon, such as a trident or net.<br/> Personality: I change my mood or my mind as quickly as I change stance in a fight.<br/> Ideal: Creativity. The world is in need of new ideas and bold action.<br/> Bond: Lady Lauralanthalea PussyWillow. I want to prove myself to her, be with her, share everything with her and I want protect her.<br/> Flaw: Despite my best efforts, I am unreliable to my friends.<br/>Stats:<br/>STR 18<br/>DEX 14<br/>CON 14<br/>INT 8<br/>WIS 10<br/>CHA 12<br/>Armor Class: 13(bikini mail) HP: 28<br/>Racial qualities<br/> +1 Str, +1 Con, Bonus Skill Profiency, Bonus Feat<br/>Proficiencies<br/> All armor, shields, Simple weapons, martial weapons<br/> Tools: Disguise Kit, One Instrument (player's choice)<br/> Saves: Strength, Constitution<br/> Skills: Acrobatics+4, Intimidation+3, Performance+3, Perception+2, Survival+2<br/> Languages: Common, Elven<br/>Class features<br/> Figthing Style (dueling), Second Wind (1d10+3 self-heal), Action Surge 1/day<br/> Improved Critical (crit hit on 19-20 than 20)<br/>Attacks<br/> Decorative Longsword, +6, 1d4+6, 19/x2<br/>Feats<br/> Slasher<br/> Athlete<br/>Equipment<br/> Decorative longsword (does 1d4 dmg), perfumed Lady Lauralanthalea panties (personal treasured item), bikini mail (counts as light armor)</div></div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5a/43/2d/5a432d1c2e99e3d20293879d67764163.jpg)</div><br/>Now, she was helpless, kneeling, bent down and ass up in the air claiming to be ravished, as the soldier forced her, pinning her on the ground, her gorgeous features sensually illuminated by moonlight. The men's eyes greedily ran over her soft, flawless skin, red mane splayed across her back,lips the colour of fresh raspberries parted as she panted in the improvised gag, seeking for air . She looked like a fallen angel who had wandered into a devil's trap. Every delicious inch of her completely at their mercy.<br/><br/>"Oh God, oh God, oh no!" Syssiah blubbered, straining against the man as the soldier settled himself between her legs, with a nice view on her perfectly toned rear, but unwaxed bushy pubis. Ripe for the taking. But not prepared like a sex slave yet.<br/>To Syssiahis was a nightmare, as she never had in addition to submit sexually to anyone, adding to her virgin misery. She protested as loud as she could muffled by the hand of a man, and closed her eyes in denial, all her muscles contracted, to avoid the unavoidable!<br/><br/>The rough fingers rubbing her sex only giving her fear and panic for now.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the soldier was giving her the only foreplay she was going to get. Two fingers roughly worked in and out of her. He didn't keep it up for long, not when there was something so much sweeter on his mind. So after only a minute or two, he slid his fingers out, reaching down to undo his pants letting his manhood spring forth. Bracing it against her entrance, he reached forward and wiped her juices on her cheek before pulling his hand back and firmly gripping her ass.<br/><br/>"This is gonna feel so good, the girl is virgin tight" he laughed with his peers. And then he pulled her back hard, forcing her to take his entire length at once.<br/><br/>Syssiah felt heartbeat throb in her head as his cock slipped into her. Her restrained body gave way for this horrid intruder who was about to enjoy her slender body. The pain was awful as his slickened cock drove into her equally slickened pussy in one thrust. The sudden fullness she felt in her belly took her breath away as her rapist consummated the mating.<br/><br/>She yelled in pain and horror, loosing her vestal verginity on the spot, tears blurring her eyes, as she looked at the princess she hadn't been able to protect.<br/><br/>Hands slide up her thighs. Her legs pressed apart. A rough, bearded face kisses her inner thighs. She was disgusted and horrified at everything going on. Willing and pleading to be released.<br/>Her clit betrays her finally and swells up, despite her horror and disgust. Her brain hasn't yet registered the pleasure, so it focuses on the intensity of the pain she's feeling. She had got knife marks on her chest, and already bruises on her tits from the pinching and biting. Her face was sore from being slapped. And her pussy?<br/><br/>"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"<br/><br/>Syssiah shout out from behind the leather gag. It feels like a baseball bat has been shoved inside her, ripping her inner walls and her hymen, in a gush of blood. Whooping and hollering follow, as the massive object is pushed in and out. She sobbed. The cock is forced in and out, like a piston. Her own wetness makes the most disgusting sound as the soldier fucks her. She felt like it's in the back of her throat from all the way down in her pussy. In and out. Relentlessly. For the very first time, she felt a cock up against her pussy then inside. She can feel the cock pulsing inside her and to her horror she could feel her cunt muscles grabbing it. Minutes later, after dozens of screams, she fuck him almost unconsciously. Her body entering a sort of  "response" mode now and she simply exist to be fucked and used. She slip in and out of consciousness; on the verge of passing out time and again.