Roll the Dice
A Dungeon & Dragons inspired CB story. It had been a while since I did a CB story. I got a request a long time to do a D&D CB story, sadly I can't remember the name of the requester since it was so long ago. But I manage to finish this in one afternoon so I'm proud of that!
I like to put some behind the scenes stuff here for anyone interested, at first the story was just meant to be the girls' fighting literally through the game, like literally through dice rolls and saying things like "I hit your vagina for 10 points of damage." - but I wanted to change that as I wrote the story.
I changed it to having their characters actually fighting in their DnD world to also having it sort of correlate to the how the girls were fight in the real world.
As always. Hope you enjoyed the story!
DISCLAIMER: F/F c*ntbusting story. This story contains violence and in some cases extreme damage done to the genitals. All characters are over 18. Reader's discretion is advised.
This story contains scenes of erotic lesbianism. Read at your OWN risk.
"C'mon, baby! Momma needs a new pair of stilettos!" a girl with brown hair tied in pigtails and glasses said as she shook her hands together before opening them and letting a bunch of dice roll out onto the table.
Behind a screen of cardboard covered in rules and information sat a rather bored looking girl with black hair, picking at her teeth with her nails, "What did you roll, Amy?" she asked, not even bothering to look over at the now distressed looking brunette.
Amy sat back down in her chair and slumped over, "Twelve..." she said defeated.
"Mm, good news. You missed your attack." the black-haired girl said with a smirk. Finally leaving her teeth alone she looked over to the only other girl at their Dungeon and Dragons game.
"Alright, Rachel, it's your turn." she said.
A girl with tanned skin and bleach blonde hair stood up next, her cute face had a band aid over her nose. With a big grin on her face she proudly announced, "I kick the troll lady in the crotch!"
This got the attention of the raven haired dungeon master, "Roll unarmed attack!"
With gusto, Rachel picked up the dice she needed and shook them in her hand before dropping them on the table with a rattle. Her grin grew wider as she saw her number and locked eyes with the DM.
"Natural twenty." the girl stated.
"Critical hit. What's your maximum unarmed damage?"
"Fourteen!"
The black haired girl gave a smile and a thumbs up to Rachel, "You defeat the troll woman with a kick to the clam!"
"YES!" Rachel cheered, throwing her fist into the air, "Booted her lower lips into her upper lips!"
Amy, the girl with the pigtails let out a whine, "No fair, Rachel! I was meant to beat the troll lady so I could get my cleric into the Order of Divine Mass!"
"More like the Order of Divine Ass with how bad your luck is at dice." Rachel stated.
"It's not fair!" Amy shot back, "It's just because you min-maxed your warrior's stats!"
"Well of course I did, I'm not here to play a game, I'm here to win." Rachel confidently said.
"I... I... I challenge your character to a duel! The winner gets to join the Order of Divine Mass!"
Rachel looked over to the one running the game, "Carla?" she asked for her approval.
"I'll allow it." Carla said before going back to boringly picking at her teeth.
With a look of fire in her eyes Amy picked up the dice and shook them again, "I use my holy powers to BURN the warrior Bree's vagina!"
Bree was the name of Rachel's half orc character. A mountain of a woman, standing at 6ft tall, wearing leather armour and furs, barely enough to cover her body but her rock hard abs were on display. Her skin was light blue and she had long and wild auburn locks. On her back sat a two handed battle axe, rarely used as she preferred to use her hands.
Standing across from her was a beautiful elf wearing a white cleric robe that hardly concealed her curvaceous body; those long smooth elf legs were wearing a lovely pair of magical heels. Blonde hair, blue eyes, this cleric was a total knockout to anyone who saw her, but today she was going to be a different type of knock out.
The elf's pretty face twisted into one of anger as she let out a battle cry, she made a motion with her mace that made it glow with holy light!
"Foul orc! Your nethers shall be cleaned by the holy light of the goddess! I, Adept Anelle shall see you pay for your crimes!" she commanded.
The orc laughed, "Your magic has no effect on a warrior like me, witch!" she held her arms out, embracing the spell as it hit her right in the crotch.
"Roll damage." Carla interrupted, looking lazy eyed over at Amy.
Amy blinked, taking her eyes off Rachel to look at Carla who was staring back at her unamused.
"Right!" the nerdy girl stated before rolling a single die. "One!" she screamed victoriously then glared at Rachel.
The spell hit the front of Bree's loincloth, blowing it aside and exposing the bare and shaved mound underneath.
"Filthy pagan! Has whatever dung infested tribe you come from not learned what undergarments are? Or at least seen a picture of them in a children's book?" The elf sneered at the orc.
Bree, grinned ear from ear, the magic attack was completely weak and pathetic. She moved a hand down to rub herself, "Why would I want to deny you the view of a strong woman." she said, lust dripping off her words as she brought a finger to her mouth and licked it clean.
Anelle's face looked disgusted as she took a step back, "Have you no shame! Your more harlot than woman!"
"Like you're one to talk with jugs that size! Awfully big for a lady of the church!" Bree shot back.
With an insulted look on her face, Anelle looked down at her heavy elven breasts, so big they strained against her skanky robe, making her nipples visible through the thin layer of fabric! "You are one to talk, you brute! Least mine are covered!" she spat back, pointing with her mace at Bree's chest.
The half orc's massive breasts were clearly covered with a straining, single thin strap of leather that wrapped around both of them that was barely able to keep the twin beasts concealed let alone bound. Her dark areolas peeked out from either side of the strip of leather.
"Well if you want to see them so badly..." Bree smiled as she hooked her finger under the thin strap and pulled on it, making it snap and letting her huge boobs bounce out and drop down free.
The elf reeled back, a strong blush on her face as the orc's extremely immodest mammeries were exposed to her. A light layer of sweat made them shine in the lantern light and before she knew it, Bree had grabbed her head and pulled her into her chest, smothering Anelle's face in her big, sweaty tits.
The elf tried to struggle, but she was no match for the orc's strength let alone that of her unholy breasts. Both of them, pillowy soft as they squished against her face. She could barely breathe and when she did all she got was the smell of the orc's sweat. Anelle's slender fingers dug into Bree's light blue breasts, squeezing them unintentionally as she tried to free herself.
"Hahahaha!" Carla laughed, almost falling out of her chair.
Rachel had taken her oversized shirt off, her chest was rather small and boyish but that didn't stop her from pulling on Amy's pigtails, forcing the screaming girl's face into her little breasts as she roared with laughter.
"Surrender to my mighty half orc breasts, elf!" Bree laughed as she shook her chest from side to side, slapping her face with her big tiddies.
"Let... GO!" Anelle screamed as she pushed away from Bree's fat, sweaty tits and followed up with a slap.
An ungodly smack echoed as Bree's big tit was slapped with enough force to knock it into her other one and make both her breasts sway from the force of the hit. Pain radiated from the impact. The orc didn't know the elf had it in her for such an attack.
The halfbreed grunted in pain, holding her tit with both hands as she could feel it swelling already. The sting wasn't fading and she could swear the smack sound was still ringing in her ears. She was impressed.
"Nice one." Bree smiled at the elf.
It was a genuine smile that made Anelle uneasy and nervous, unsure what to do she just smiled back with a small chuckle, but it was short lived as the orc retaliated. She slapped her large hands on either side of the elf's massive chest, crushing her breasts together. Anelle's breasticles smacked and squished into each other before giving a loud boing as they bounced back into their natural resting position.
A pained yelp came from Anelle, tears appearing in her eyes as she fell down to her knees, cradling her hurting breasts. She slowly inhaled and exhaled as her hands glowed with healing magic, slowly easing the pain.
"You tit slapping harlot!" Anelle cried out.
Bringing her fist back in her kneeling position she intended to launch a punch right up into the orc's soft womanhood, but before that happened. Something hard struck hers.
Anelle's eyes went wide as a single tear ran down her cheek, pain was exploding from between her legs. She slowly looked down from the orc's waist to see one of her legs kicked forward and planted it's leather boot right into her most sacred and soft spot.
"Clam slam!" Rachel, who was still shirtless, cried out as she stood over a whimpering Amy whose hands were tightly cupping her sore babymaker.
"My coochie!" Amy squeaked out, blinking tears out of her eyes as all she could feel were waves of pain washing over her again and again from her crotch. The image of taco shells exploding filled her mind.
"My divine privates!" Anelle cried out, the busty elf clutched herself through her robe. She slowly stood up on shaky legs. With one hand she wiped the tears from her eyes before glaring at the orc who was just smirking at her.
"What's wrong? The holy water running red?" she laughed.
Thanks to her healing hands she had recovered enough to attack. Bringing her foot back, her magical high heels channelled energy as she kicked forward, making an explosion of magic as they connected with Bree's bare privates. The orc's face went from laughing to pain stricken. Teeth clenched, eyes wide, pupils shrunk. The half orc brain was trying to understand what happened, there was a flash of light and then a horrible agony in her snatch.
The blue bitched doubled over, holding herself as she breathed heavily. Slow, heavy breaths as she took time to recover. What a hit. It reminded her of the time she was sparring with her sister and she was smacked between the legs with a wooden staff. No, this actually hurt a lot more. Maybe the time she was climbing a cliff side and slipped, landing crotch first on a protruding rock, that was closer in pain.
"Good shot, elf." Bree coughed out.
The kick had definitely hit her clit, she could tell by how her pearl felt like it was now lodged deep inside of her body, followed by the rest of her vulva. Though she didn't shed a single tear, she did straighten herself up before sniffing.
Bree's face had changed. She was having fun before but now it looked more strange, her eyes went half lidded and her eyes glowed with desire.
"I think you're getting me in the mood." the orc purred.
"Uhh... What did you say, Rachel?" Amy asked, cowering a bit from her friend suddenly acting so strange.
"I said," Rachel pushed Amy back against the table, leaning over her as she put one hand under the girl's skirt and grabbed her vagina, squeezing it in a tight grip, "You're getting me in the mood." she repeated, her face completely love drunk.
"Get your hands off me, you filthy beast!" Anelle screamed out as her vagina was painfully squeezed.
She gritted her teeth as her crotch was still sore from the kick before and having the orc crush her clam as well as digging her nails wasn't doing it any better. Fresh new tears ran down the elf's face as she squealed in agony. She didn't know what to do, she reached under the orc's loincloth, grabbing her swollen, juice soaked sex in her hand and squeezed back.
Bree grunted in pain, though clearly she was enjoying it more than the elf was, whose face was twisted in pain as Bree tightened her grip more, crushing the poor elf's sex. This only made Anelle squeeze even harder back as the pain got worse for her. It was an awful stand off to be in for Anelle who wasn't sexually getting off to it like Bree was.
In her love drunk state, Bree looked over the elf under her. Her gorgeous sapphire eyes teared up from pain, her plump, full lips quivering before she bit her bottom lip to help deal with the agonizing pussy pain. Bree moved her face closer, pushing her lips to the Anelle's, kissing the elf deeply as their lips locked.
The heat of the moment had overtaken the orc, she pushed her tongue into the elf's mouth, kissing her messily and deeply. She moaned into Anelle's mouth, rubbing their large breasts together as she made out with the elf. Strings of saliva connected their lips as Bree broke off the kiss for air.
"Ewww! Gross, gross, gross!" Amy cried out, putting her hand on Rachel's face, holding her back. The geeky girl managed to turn her head in time to avoid the kiss but her cheek was covered in Rachel's slobber.
"I love you, Amy!" she drooled out, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she tried to make out with the unwilling girl.
Desperate for a way out, Amy grabbed a handful of dice and pushed them into Rachel's mouth. They tasted of sweat and failure, clearly they were Amy's dice.
"UGH! Get off me!" Amy demanded as she raised her knee up between Rachel's thigh, slamming it into her crotch.
Rachel spat the dice out as the blow hit. She went her go cross eyes as she rolled off Amy to hold herself.
"It wouldn't work between us! My family would never allow it!" Anelle said, sobbing softly as her romance was tragically short lived, "An elf and a half breed, I'd never be allowed in the elven city again. What would my mother think of me!" she said dramatically.
Bree, who was slowly recovering from the vag knee, hobbled up to Anelle, "But we could make it work, we could run away together! Just the two of us."
Anelle turned to face the half orc, her eyes red from crying, "Oh, Bree!" she said.
"You're both low on hit points and even worse, you started fighting each other out of game. Are you two bitches going to finish the duel or not?" Carla asked as she tapped the nails on the table impatiently.
Amy and Rachel looked at each other, they were both messy from fighting and Rachel herself was still half naked. The table was a mess, sheets of paper were all over the place and half of the dice were missing, the other half were covered in spit.
Rachel smiled at Amy, who smiled back at her.
"We are going to call a truce." Amy said to Carla only to cry out in pain again.
Rachel just sent a hard slap up between her legs to her still raw vagina, "Wrong! I win! The Sisterhood of the Clam never submits!" she said as she stood over Amy who was back on the ground, holding her crotch in pain.
"Wrong, you both lose." Carla said, "The troll lady was only unconscious, she wakes up and cuntbusts both you dumb bitches and sells you as slaves." The raven haired girl stood up and headed for the door of her bedroom, "Also clean this mess up before my mum kills me."
"Ugh, so much for joining the Holy Order of Ass." Rachel grumbled as she slouched down in a chair, wincing as her coochie was still sore.
"Order of Divine Mass!" Amy corrected her as she slowly recovered from the ground.
"Yeah, yeah... Just give me a hand cleaning up." Rachel grumbled once more.
Meanwhile, Bree and Anelle were sharing a cage together in the back of a wagon, the troll lady was taking them off to be sold.
"You stupid orc! All you had to do was kill the troll, not just knock her out!" Anelle scolded her.
Bree slowly turned to face the elf, "Half orc. And there is no point complaining about it now."
The orc's look slowly turned suggestive, "It's going to be a long trip. Anal?"
Anelle rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration, "Fine!" she agreed before pushing Bree down and getting on top of her.
The End.