A very bad one

The more your opponent flails away at your buttocks the harder it seems for you to focus on grasping your sword. Just last week your father was still spanking you for every slight infraction, so it's not the indignity of being spanked so much as having all these people - people who are your peers and who should respect you - seeing you being treated like a child.

At long last, with the edge of the fighting space right in front of you, the thick sword hilt finally stops eluding you and you manage to whirl toward your opponent.

Unfortunately, you turn just as his sword is whipping forward for an extra-hard lashing, one that instead of landing on your tight buns lands instead on your sensitive, scarcely covered pussy mound.

"Aiiieeee!" you squeal, legs folding, hands flying to your crotch. The gods of misfortune no doubt cackle in glee as you bring the thick knobby handle of the sword to your rapidly descending orifice. The result is that as your legs collapse and your body descends swiftly, you land on the handle of the sword. Your panties, billowing a little on the descent, slip to the side, allowing the sword easy access to your inexplicably slick sex.

The hilt buries itself as far as it can go into your pussy, shoving the moist walls aside in their rush to kiss your cervix. At the same time you fall forward, your face disappearing into the crotch of the man in front of you, as if you were either head-butting him or **** for a taste.

The sudden impalement drives you senseless for a moment, both pain and rapture soaking your brain. You hear gasps, a long silence, and then feet moving toward you.