<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = Elvish Egg Incubator</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and nipples exposed (AC+6, max +4 dex bonus, armor check penalty -2, 15% arcane spell failure)<br/>(Armor training, Arcane armor training (requires swift action to reduce spell failure chance, included above))<br/>Nipple hoops (AC+4)<br/>AC 28 (touch 22, flat-footed 24, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 86/105<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 23 (10 + Base + Dex) (21 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 6 of 7 1st, 6 of 6 2nd, 3 of 4 3rd<br/>Without bonded object, need Concentration (+10 vs. DC = 20 + spell level) to cast<br/>Longbow +1<br/><br/>Effects: <em>shield</em> (6 minutes, blocks <em>magic missle</em>, +4 AC (included above)<br/></div></div><br/>The Ovyphs carried quite a few eggs in their spindly bodies, and though she lost count in her battered state, she still felt each one squeezing up and into her, somehow finding more space - making more space, her thin form obscenely stretched out with a series of hard lumps... all the more visible to the leering crowd as the Ovyphs flew off, releasing her - though even without Colossus' grip in her tousled hair and impaling phallus stretching her throat she could never have stood up again.  She was thoroughly fucked, and the heroine had no strength or sense left to try to find some escape, some miraculous victory.<br/><br/>It didn't help that the demon was gleefully slamming away, driving into her with a force that would have knocked her down but for the tugging on her scalp that kept her obediently in place - and with just barely enough clearance on each backstroke to let her snatch breath and remain conscious, the game's safeguards apparently preventing a recurrence of the incident with the fungal nymph.  Rayne gasped noisily, without the relief of unconsciousness, and felt the eggs grow within her, incubated by their unwilling hostess.  Surely she would burst - the half-elf's frame seemed completely inadequate for the clutch inexorably expanding, displacing all else as they reached their own full, mature size.<br/><br/>She couldn't scream or moan, there was only an increase in the volume of the desperate breaths around Colossus' shaft as the first of the eggs began its return journey down and out of her pussy.  The ovipositor was gone, but the egg alone was far larger, pressing her apart and compelling the archer to open her legs wide, to use her little strength to open further and allow the egg to push its way out.  Her eyelids fluttered, over-stimulated pussy demanding her attention even beyond that of her gloriously stuffed maw, the feelings pushing through her jostled brain bounced her face back and forth into the base of his shaft.<br/><br/>The release when the egg emerged was fantastic - she might have cum then, but the climax was swamped by Colossus' own roar and sudden rush of spunk.  At first it went directly down her throat, his cock-head deeply buried already, but as he pulled back Rayne gulped, swallowing  two thick, slippery globs before he was free of her lips and splashing her from forehead to microbikini-top.  It was impossible there would be so much, and Rayne swayed, stretched mouth gaping for a moment and receiving yet more inside, blindly staring eyes abruptly gummed shut until she automatically blinked them free, with difficulty.<br/><br/>The sound of his cock-head smacking her cheeks was lewd, wet, and the stupefied girl barely flinched, nor had her lips fully closed before they were put to use cleaning her ravisher's huge demon-hood.  She would have slumped down, but Colossus tossed her deliberately on her back, his grip in her hair still useful to force her to face Sylvia and the harpy.  Both were just as helpless, both were lost in their lust, climaxing repeatedly, or continuously, as huge egg after egg emerged.  Even with eyes blurred by defeat and demon-seed, Rayne could tell the eggs were different from before, and different from each other, but couldn't possibly put the synapses together to consider what that meant.<br/><br/>Despair, though, came easily enough... Sylvia would be mounting no rescues, nor was the distant hope of the Harpy snapping free of Colossus' control still conceivable.  And, worse, the sheer size of the egg-mounds told Rayne what was in store for herself... all those eggs within her had to come out, and that was the best-case scenario, as two Ovyphs remained in the air.  Surely the crowd's lust would be sated before that - after Rayne & Sylvia's first-round victories, how much degradation had they earned?<br/><br/>As if in answer, the second egg began working its way down, her rear passage now expanding, bringing its own perverse pleasure - which, if not enough, was joined by the cruel demon's hand.  There was no way to resist, and Colossus knew just what he was doing, reading her condition, timing his movements... and as a lightly-coloured egg popped out of her gaping ass, Rayne's mouth and eyes opened wide as her orgasm took her, her expression and howl captured for the crowd's benefit.  To be so used... and publicly... and to bring more monsters into this world to torment others ... what little conscious thought remained in the overwhelmed Rayne was shattered, humiliated by her helplessness, and her joyous response that made her love it all, tying the disgrace, the humiliating abuse together with the spectacular orgasm that shook her down to her core.<br/>