(LoK) Attack Liz

From Create Your Own Story

Krystal's head is racing. Two SharpClaw raped her, and this woman is smiling? And that taste in the soup - that white liquid - did she really put that in soup? This woman was sick, and she was having none of it.

"What do you want from me?" Krystal shouts as she jumps out of the bed. "Why am I here?"

The smile fades from Liz's face but she stands her ground. Krystal isn't sure if she is just unused to SharpClaw emotions, but it seems as if this woman is curious rather than scared or angry. "You have been brought here by the males of the tribe. You are now theirs to do with as they please."

Memories of how she got here flash through Krystal's mind. She remembers the huge cocks being forced inside her mouth, violating her, defiling her. She realised it wasn't just anger she felt, it was disgust and above all, shame. She felt dirty, as if the beasts had degraded her to a sex object. “"I will not become their sex object"” she thinks to herself. No, this wasn't her fault, she wasn't the one that was degraded, these beasts were, and she wasn't going to let them get away with this. In a fit of anger, she runs at Liz, ready to do whatever she needed to do to get out of this without being violated again.

Liz isn't expecting the sudden outburst from Krystal, and she is taken by surprise. The vixen gets the first hit on the SharpClaw, and unleashes a torrent of punches and kicks on the lizard before she even has a chance to respond, but her attacks draw a loud shout for help from the lizard, now slumped against the wall, bleeding and bruised in several places. Her shouts alert a SharpClaw male who was standing outside, and as he rushes into the building, fists raised, Krystal recognises him as one of the SharpClaw who jumped her Arwing. The brute is easily a foot taller than her, and has the muscle to match.

Does she:

Health 100 Equipment:

Tribal Armour

MP 0
Level 0
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