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Limera is very powerful and her gimmick is sexy. I reckon she should keep on going a bit longer.
Unfortunately that's bad news for my character...


Name: Ramona
Style: Bounty Hunter
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi
Age: 25

Bio: Ramona comes from an environment where survival in the wild and ruthless street smarts are necessary to make it. She is an expert markswoman, and could have easily made a career as a performer had she not been so effective in killing men.

Appearance: A well-endowed blonde, she usually hides her face under a hat and face mask that protect her from the elements of the wasteland, though she more than makes up for it through her form-fitting bodysuit, ideal for flexibility and distraction.

Fighting Style: She prefers to let her revolver do most of the work. She can be a capable brawler, and can improvise good use of her environments when necessary.

ENTRANCE:
The bounty huntress strutted towards Limera, her heeled boots clicking aloud, as she spun her revolver around her finger before letting it into its holster.
"There's a pretty price for that pretty face of yours, y'know... Them horns there will make a nice trophy for a wall somewhere." She taunted.

FINISH THEM:
Ramona intended to finish the fight in an instant by quickly drawing her gun and firing at Limera, but the demoness had no trouble using her powers to simply stop the bullets, following up by spraying her pink mist. Though the shooter's face mask prevented her inhaling the powder, it interfered with her vision and left her rubbing her eyes while her opponent caused a shovel to smash against the side of her head, flooring her.

It was then easy for Limera to pull the mask off the recovering woman's face, and inject her pheromones directly into her mouth. As far as the succubus was concerned, it was all over. Ramona stumbled back to her feet and again pointed her gun, only to find her hand shaking. The rest of her body followed suit, with her vagina becoming dripping wet and her nipples hard, protruding from her skintight outfit. Her eyes lost focus and began to roll back as her intense breathing caused her chest to heave.

She was having an orgasm, one that took control of her body away from her mind. She groaned as her armed hand moved on its own, and, pointing downwards, pulled the trigger, sending a bullet right through her kneecap. Snapping out of her ecstatic arousal, she screamed in horrible pain. But her hand instead pointed at her other kneecap, shooting that one as well. She found herself on her destroyed knees, while her juices dripped off her cunt. Her mind was in a vortex between pain and pleasure.

She felt the gunbarrel pressed against her temple, and heard the cock being pulled back.
"Ghhnnn... Please, no!" She managed to let out, begging pathetically, helpless as she realized she was.

Limera smirked, and allowed her arm to drop limp, gun slipping off her fingers.
"If you say so... have some fun with *that* instead..."

Ramona felt her hand - still in the demon's control - grab a thick cylinder, and move it closer to her crotch. Ripping her own outfit, she exposed her wet hot womanhood, and thrust the object inside her, fucking herself and moaning in pleasure, while Limera simply seemed to walk away.

It was around then when the pheromones appeared to wear off... Ramona's senses managed to pick up a hissing sound that seemed to come from between her legs... and her eyes widened in shock to find a lit stick of dynamite shoved inside her pussy. "NO-" was all the bounty huntress had time to say, before an eruption of her insides sent her blood and guts flying all over the cavern.

Crimson droplets of rain fell on Limera's shoulders, before a leg -from toes to buttock- landed in front of her, followed by Ramona's head. The latter rolling in position to display her shocked and dumbfounded expression, much to the succubus's amusement, who let out a satisfied cackle.

Next Arena:
We revisit the concept of crowd participation. A fighting pit, surrounded by a wild, bloodthirsty crowd of the most perverted "fans", who will no doubt get very physical with any contestant who finds themselves within their reach.