<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = [s</div><div class="spoiler_body">Proud[/s] new mom of various loathsome beasts]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 missile</em>, +4 AC (included above)<br/></div></div><br/>Rayne, and the others, were indeed fully defeated ... their HP bars were nearly full, but Colossus and his creatures had them helpless, with no hope of relief... just the humiliation of creating more and more monsters for him, and of cumming all the while, loudly and lewdly announcing their pleasure to the exuberant crowd.  The arcane archer's eyes, half-lidded, saw the demon striding around them, and in her delirious state he looked... still repulsive, yet impressive.  Masterful.  Then her eyes closed and mouth opened in a wide "o" as another climax struck, an egg gliding out of her terribly-stretched pussy.<br/><br/>The roar of the crowd, the Announcer's amplified goading, barely registered anymore in the overstimulated, half-crazed half-elf.  The climaxes were simply too much, and Rayne could barely remember where she was - certainly she had no thought at present of being Rae-lynne somewhere else.  Much more of this and she would just be Colossus' breeding bitch Rayne and nothing else.  But she could still recognize a shift in the voice, the voices above... she struggled to turn her head, to witness the Announcer's abrupt transition from Master of Ceremonies to unwilling participant.  It was a lewd, terrible sight, and someone one Rayne found ... justified, and even a bit exciting as a result.  Not that she could respond with anything but increased arousal to anything at all, by this point... the demon's vile attack on her fellow player just made her next peak that much higher.<br/><br/>That the audience received their well-deserved comeuppance was just more icing on the cake ... Rayne came again, an egg forcing its way out of her ass, surrounded on all sides by a new orgy of screaming and demonic abuse, the monsters cutting off groups of spectators and swarming into them, rapidly beginning their cycle with fresh victims of all species and sexes.<br/><br/>Rayne herself was feeling a little less stretched, though her belly felt so soft, so saggy... and a last egg was just emerging from her back passage.  She would have ached everywhere, except all she could feel was delicious, orgiastic pleasure, her ravaged body thrilling to every contact.  When the last egg emerged she opened her eyes and looked down, barely believing that there were no more... and still panting open mouthed, dripping with sweat and drool and cum, hair and face a sticky mess.  The other eggs had hatched and the creatures had entered the stands... but she watched, amazed and horrified, as her latest offspring grew to impressive size... and turned snout and rigid prick toward her, stepping up onto her with obvious intent.<br/><br/>How wonderful it would feel, that big phallus, that thick knot... Rayne was still in the tail end of an orgasm, and she couldn't stand any more, yet her body still welcomed it.  Yet this horrible beast was ... "hers", somehow, in some sense.  And... it was a horrible beast.  With a last effort of will, her mind reasserted its command over her rebellious, lustful body; she knew if that creature entered her she was lost.  So she pulled herself back, just a little, digging her elbows into the sandy surface of the arena floor... then she brought a leg up, making an even more enticing target for an instant perhaps... and driving her foot down, aiming her foot at the threatening cock, her heel trying to drive right down and into the little sack partly shielded by the oversized knot.<br/><br/>"No!  Bad... doggie.  Mommy says.. no!"  she was on the edge of crazy, for sure, and hovered on the edge of another climax... and also on the edge of bursting out into insane laughter.  But her kick was still fairly hard, and well-aimed.<br/><br/>She began to consider her options, though her brain was sluggish, in a pink fog.  The dropped bow was near at hand... with that she might be able to free Sylvia, and the harpy... if they still wanted to be freed.  And if Colossus didn't interfere.  And if... it was too much to think about.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">I wasn't sure how to roll this ... perhaps a nonlethal attack?  In the end I just rolled a d20 with no modifiers...<br/>At 2016-09-14 00:54:57, victoria4 (uid: 37138) rolls: 1d20 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=94479)  A good one!<br/></div></div>