Natural 1

Nettie’s eyes immediately fill with anger, before pulling back her right leg and-

*WHAM*

Her bare toes slam straight into Shadowheart’s clit, flattening it.

Shadowheart’s grips on Nettie’s underwear falters, dropping her to the ground.

When Nettie lands, she instantly looks up at Shadowheart with determination, pulling back her right arm and charging it up before throwing her fist into Shadowheart’s cunt.

*THWACK*

Shadowheart feels the air leave her lungs as the fist hits her pussy, she leans forward and a bit of spittle flies out her mouth.

*THWACK*

Another punch, this time the left fist, hits her cunt.

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

Punch after punch Shadowheart gets further reduces to a training dummy, her poor cunt stinging and burning, a heavy weight in her lower stomach, and a sickly feeling in her throat.

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

Left, right, left, right, each punch nicely pounding her pussy in.

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

*THWACK*

And finally, Nettie charges up her final punch, before full-strength charging it into Shadowheart’s cunt.

*THUMP*

“Urghhhh” Shadowheart groans as Nettie rubs her knuckles into her cunt.

Nettie’s fist remains in place for a few seconds, carrying Shadowheart’s body weight on her fist, before finally letting her fall to the ground.

Nettie takes a few steps back and grabs the vial of poison, but before she can do anything-

*PINCH*

The mage hand that was still floating in the air grips onto Nettie’s clit.

*CRASH* *SPLASH*

She drops the flask, the glass and poisonous liquid spilling all over the ground.

*TWIST*

The hand twists her clit, causing her body to completely stiffen, almost like a plank.

Shadowheart, barely holding onto consciousness, crawl toward the desk next to them, and reaches onto it and grabs a health potion.

She pulls out the cork and basically inhales the potion.

She instantly sighs in relief as the pain in her crotch lessens, not completely disappearing, but now rendering her mobile once again.

She stands up, hissing slightly at the stinging in her crotch, before turning to Nettie, whose clit is still being pinched and twisted by the mage hand.

“Should’ve let me leave.” She says before walking out the chamber.