<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = quite screwed</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/>Rayne bobbed and weaved, too busy trying to avoid her 3 opponents to get another shot off, let alone to try coating arrows again with the slowly-cooling metal.  She was forced to move away from the arena's edge in the process of side-stepping a diving Ovyph, but when she straightened out the other suddenly latched onto her back, pinning her arms once more down at her sides.  In no time the other had swooped down from in front, adding its legs to the chitinous cage trapping her, and bearing her down to her knees with its added weight.  The bow dropped from her hand, and she had a last clear look of Sylvia, lost in her pleasure as an Ovyph sucked at her while another egg began to emerge, before Colossus' firm hand in her hair brought her face-to-phallus with his namesake.  Her attempt to keep her mouth closed was easily dealt with, and she felt a moment's panic as the enormous rod plunged past her lips, stretching her wide, and carrying on down irresistibly.<br/><br/>Of course, there was no pain - just the feeling of being stretched, of being filled.  And then, too, Colossus was still slick, wet first from Sylvia's worshipful ministrations, and then her eager snatch.  So, with the demon's strength, there was no holding him back, and she could only struggle to grab breath, and to feel herself being used for the demon's pleasure, a tight, satisfying sheath.  It didn't occur to her to clamp down - once he was past her lips and teeth, he was in - but his sheer size meant that her teeth scraped against him, uselessly, with every mighty stroke.  Without his hand in her hair she would have toppled, perhaps falling free - but he kept her in place, pulling her forward, all the better to drive down into her, using her as she'd been so fortunate never to have been used before.<br/><br/>Her defeat, his victory, already too obvious, filled her ears too as the crowd roared their approval, the Announcer waxing enthusiastic as two of her fellow PCs were crushed by beastly NPCs.  Yet it still wasn't enough, as the two Ovyph's forced their ways into the helpless half-elf, wasting no time in driving horribly bulging eggs up her front and back passages.  Rayne's eyes bulged, but all they could see was Colossus, his monstrous head presumably staring down at her while his creatures stuffed her with eggs as they had done to poor Sylvia.<br/><br/>To be so used... Rayne was deeply ashamed, appalled to be bringing more of these beasts into the world... just how the dragon's unfortunate slaves must have felt.  But this couldn't go on so long... a good thing, for the feeling of being so full was... strangely, and increasingly, arousing.  Rayne's abused body, clamped tight and stuffed three ways, warmed up ... much more rapidly as soon as she became aware of the sensation.  Horribly shameful!  Shamefully... exciting.  She didn't want to be like Sylvia, lost in her lust - but that thought just made it worse, as the slight archer felt herself crammed full, new eggs working up inside.  And... what would Colossus be doing?  Surely he couldn't plant eggs that way, but... whatever it might be, she was barely getting enough air to breathe, and perhaps that light-headedness was partly to blame for the delicious arousal that filled her, threatening to drive out all other thought.