♡ Punishment- Handicapped Arm Wrestling ♡ (Devil Power +2)

"Looks like I'm up! After all, you're facing off against their heavy. Only makes sense to bring out your own strongest gun, heh heh," Betty praised herself, flying from Robin's shoulders with a confident smirk on her face.

"I hope you've got a good idea in mind already. Even when she's totally naked without anything left on her, I feel like it's hard to even imagine punishing her," Robin admitted. "If I tried to spank her, I'd probably just hurt my hand."

"You let me take care of that, Robbie-Baby," Betty cooed, then crossed both arms across her chest, with her hands on the shoulders of her blazer. She slowly lowered herself into Robin's chest like a spear, but without causing any damage. Rather, her own body vanished, absorbed into her host's. Betty's horns, wings, and tail soon emerged from Robin's suit, and as the dealer's eyes lit up orange like hellfire, she was fully fused with her devilish benefactor. "Your body fits me like a glove," Betty remarked, clenching and relaxing her fingers to test.

"Why the sudden interest in the fine motor action?"

"Because we're going to be needing it shortly here."

The sun went down over the Soldiers of Fortune encampment, casting darkness everywhere besides the tents and campers, which were illuminated by lanterns, lamps, and the like. Ordinarily, the camp would still be in a state with mercs swarming all over it like insects, but for tonight, they were all gathered together inside of one tent.

No sooner had the blackjack tournament ended than the arm-wrestling tournament began: Robin Redd's Strip Arm-Wrestling for Karmic Debtors, one might call it. Chief Engineer Flowers stood to one side (still stark naked from her earlier punishment) and officiated the proceedings as Bugs sent off another defeated contender. By the rules of the contest, that woman too would surrender all of her clothing to Robin Redd-- a sort of clothes theft pyramid scheme Betty had worked out.

"You guys have got to be even crazier than me if you think any of you are gonna beat Bugs! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Flowers laughed, as another merc took the last one's place. "Any of you actually think you've got a shot?"

They did. They knew that now was their time, if ever. That was because they knew Bugs was working under a handicap. This might be the only chance for another merc to proudly proclaim they'd ever beaten Bugs at anything!

They weren't sure exactly what the handicap entailed, but Bugs was still butt-naked, with her tits flopped up on the arm-wrestling table. Her ass was also presumably just as naked, but it was hard to tell, because it was poking out the back flap of the tent and nobody was allowed to see what was happening back there. Several of the mercs watched that spot with curiosity, but any time one got close, Bugs batted her away. Still, they could tell something was happening back there, from the sounds of something thwacking something, and way Bugs's body kept rocking forward.

"C'mooon, you lot ought to focus on what's in front of ya! Keep up at this rate and I'm gonna make sure every one of ya is assigned extra push-ups tomorrow! You're gonna be so sore-!" Bugs barked, then clenched her teeth down hard on her tongue as her body shot forward again, dragging her boobs across the table. The spots where her nipple piercings dragged the table top left narrow scratch marks. "Bloody hell!" True to the challenge she'd given Robin, her face actually had a lot of color in it by this point.

She barely collected herself in time to stop her hand from going down. Grunting, she rallied and pushed her opponent back, smashing their hand into the table with a very unhealthy sounding crack. "Ha ha... ha ha ha ha! Thought a little thing like this would let ya'll beat old Bugsy? Not likely!"

"Little thing like what, Bugs? Being naked?" Flowers asked, blinking her eyes with apparent confusion.

"L-Little thing like never you mind, Flowers," Bugs answered, keeping a shaky grin on her face.

Behind the tent, the team of Robin and Betty were doing everything they could to hamper their opponent using her rear. At first, Betty had just slapped the broad surface, enjoying the way her hefty, lightly freckled ass-meat rippled with every hard touch. Eventually, however, it had become clear that as red as it was getting, her own hand was losing strength faster. She needed something more heavyweight.

Betty had brought out paddles emblazoned with horned goat-skull shapes and laid into the ass before her with those for a while. When that still proved ineffective, she tried ruthlessly fingering the pussy-- two fingers to start, then three, then four, then finally a pretty ridiculous length of the hand. When that still didn't prove effective, she decided the key was to think unconventionally.

"Y-You can't be serious! Not that!" Colline shuddered, rubbing her own thighs together in terror.

"Devils don't cut corners," the fusion Betty-Robin laughed in response, before rubbing her hands together in hot chili powder. With renewed fury, she began whacking at the other girl's ass for a bit, before moving on to coating her pussy's lips with the powder by way of another merciless fingering. Finally, she got a reaction; the other girl's leg kicked out so hard that when it connected with Robin, Betty was momentarily sent flying out.

"Fuck!" Betty swore, then dove back in, now bearing down on Bugs's haunches with her upper body to keep her in place. She slid her fingers in and out of the mercenary's slit, now with added vengeance, enjoying the feeling of her bouncing and hopping from foot to foot. She knew it was all Bugs could do at this point to stop herself from pleading for mercy-- there was only so much the human body could take!

That was true, in a sense. The next form of resistance Bugs took was the last, bucking her hips up incredibly hard as though she was a bull Robin was trying to ride. This had the effect of hitting both her butt and Robin's body up against the top of the tent, causing the structure to fail and the back to collapse. Robin ended up falling backwards, now deprived of Betty, who'd been knocked out of her a second time. The dealer sat in a pile of fallen tent shades while Bugs turned around to look.

The other mercenaries looked wide-eyed at the ordinarily pasty flesh of the strongest merc, now red from the man-handling and dripping down to the thigh from the over-excitement of all of Robin's attention. She turned back to snap at them, but before she could start, one of the defeated mercs from earlier grabbed around her legs, determined to get some kind of win over her superior officer. The merc began pumping her fingers in the slit again, reactivating the powder and causing Bugs to moan with mixed surprise and excitement.

The big lug went down, falling forward towards Robin. Colline barely managed to drag her allies out of the way before they were smashed under the great weight of Bugs's body. "You two... you need to be more careful! Ms. Betty, tis useless to protect Ms. Redd if you're just going to get her killed during the victory lap!" the angel chastised her allies.

Bugs remained there, collapsed in a heap of the ruined tent while soldiers ganged up on her, wailing on her buttocks and pussy in a rare opportunity to have their way with the strongest in the camp. They might all regret it later, but for now, they all enjoyed hearing Bugs reach an octave her low-pitched voice didn't get up towards very often.

Robin was left to wonder: if Bugs, the big, bad merc who'd needed all of that to take down, didn't have the highest karmic debt in the camp, then who did?

TO BE CONTINUED WITH NEXT CHALLENGER