- Joined
- Sep 24, 2011
Tylissa pressed on southbound, searching for the Library of Leng that she was certain held the secrets she needed to repowering her magic abilities since having spent her magic on her biggest spells, the one that eliminated her plane's superweapons and the one that removed her from it to avoid the surefire hit that both guilds would have on her.
Tylissa was so engrossed in the possibility of being able to effortlessly sling magic fire and possibly become the strongest spellcaster again that she did not even see the dark elf sneaking up behind her. The dark elf was using minor concealment magic, but Tylissa, attuned as she was to magic, was able to detect it. She just couldn't pinpoint it....
Ears picking up a little, she looked around. She couldn't see anything... until she noticed a ripple in the air. Too late, she was struck with a punch! The impact both snapped her head back and dropped the spell her attacker was using.
Another punch slugged the sorceress in the stomach, causing her to wheeze and double over, followed by a hellacious uppercut that stood her back up and whipped her head back, her hair following suit a half-second later.
One more hook to the face spun Tylissa in a half circle, so her back was to her attacker now. The dark elf grabbed the sorceress from behind and squatted down, easily hefting the tiny high elf up on her shoulders. Standing up, she took hold of Tylissa's chin and a thigh, and began to bounce her in a standing backbreaker, the Torture Rack. It was very easy to see how it got its name...
"AAAGH!" Tylissa shouted out in pain as her spine was bent around the fighters' shoulder blades.
The dark elf was relentless in her attack, pouring on the pain and the pressure until Tylissa felt like her spine was going to shatter...
After her warmup, the dark elf having bent Tylissa's spine in the standing backbreaker, she dropped the elven sorceress to the ground with a thud.
"The fun is just starting, undark..."
Sitting on Tylissa's back, the dark elf put her hands around Tylissa's chin and pulled back on her in a camel clutch, further damaging her spine and neck!
"Gnnngh.... aaaah... get... off me!!" Tylissa managed to shout.
The dark elf was pleased. It meant she'd have to dish out more....
She looked down at Tylissa. "Very well then..."
She did hold up her word, and released Tylissa from the hold... only to turn around and put her right back into another, even more torturous submission, the STF! Now not only was her neck and spine being wrenched on, but her leg was bent inward ant a dangerous angle as well, causing pain to fire through three spots on her body at once...
Tylissa made gurgling choking sounds as the drow locked her arm around the sorceress' neck, not only contorting her body but strangling her as well. Dark elves had a great knack for drawing out a punishment session and turning it into vicious torture.
The dark elf had another way to injure Tylissa as well. After nearly choking her unconscious with the STF, she dropped the slumping sorceress to the ground.
"uunnnhh.... Tylissa moaned painfully as the triple-pointed submission was released. Her respite was cut short as the dark elf placed her in another damaging hold, the Romero! Also known as a ceiling hold, this hold was not only painful to withstand, but required a great deal of strength on the part of the one doing it to hold the victim in it. Luckily for the dark elf, she had more than plenty of strength....
Standing on the backs of Tylissa's thighs, she clasped the sorceress' wrists, and then rocked back and forth before finally pulling back in a burst of exertion, bringing the high elf with her and aiming her at the sky! Immense pain began to shoot through Tylissa's knees and shoulders....
"AAAAAGGH!!" Tylissa screamed as the dark elf poured on the pressure, pain ripping through her shoulders and knees like a wildfire.
The soldier was resolute, tightening the hold and turning the intensity of the pain in Tylissa's joints up that much higher.
"I've got one more thing for you," the dark elf taunted. "One of my favourites..."
She dropped Tylissa on the ground, then stood up and brushed herself off, smoothing her tunic. Taking hold of Tylissa's hair, she yanked the sorceress off the ground and pulled her up, encircling her waist with her arms and then standing straight up, squashing the high elf with a crushing bearhug.
The dark elf was remorseless and very well conditioned, allowing her to crush Tylissa as long as necessary. She began to shake the high elf from side to side, ratcheting the hold even tighter, until it felt like a vice grip around Tylissa's body.
Tylissa began to fade, the pain beginning to become too much to bear. Her eyes began to flutter as she struggled to breathe, failing to draw breath withthe dropw's arms locked tightly around her, as if iron bars were crushing her ribs. She started to black out, and soon her body went limp in the soldier's hold.
The dark elf held the unconscious sorceress in her bear hug a moment longer before she dropped her unceremoniously on the ground. "Well, that was a lot of fun! Too bad you weren't tough enough to take my best..."
After robbing Tylissa of her necklace and gems, the soldier departed, leaving the sorceress on the ground, sprawled out and unconscious.
Tylissa was so engrossed in the possibility of being able to effortlessly sling magic fire and possibly become the strongest spellcaster again that she did not even see the dark elf sneaking up behind her. The dark elf was using minor concealment magic, but Tylissa, attuned as she was to magic, was able to detect it. She just couldn't pinpoint it....
Ears picking up a little, she looked around. She couldn't see anything... until she noticed a ripple in the air. Too late, she was struck with a punch! The impact both snapped her head back and dropped the spell her attacker was using.
Another punch slugged the sorceress in the stomach, causing her to wheeze and double over, followed by a hellacious uppercut that stood her back up and whipped her head back, her hair following suit a half-second later.
One more hook to the face spun Tylissa in a half circle, so her back was to her attacker now. The dark elf grabbed the sorceress from behind and squatted down, easily hefting the tiny high elf up on her shoulders. Standing up, she took hold of Tylissa's chin and a thigh, and began to bounce her in a standing backbreaker, the Torture Rack. It was very easy to see how it got its name...
"AAAGH!" Tylissa shouted out in pain as her spine was bent around the fighters' shoulder blades.
The dark elf was relentless in her attack, pouring on the pain and the pressure until Tylissa felt like her spine was going to shatter...
After her warmup, the dark elf having bent Tylissa's spine in the standing backbreaker, she dropped the elven sorceress to the ground with a thud.
"The fun is just starting, undark..."
Sitting on Tylissa's back, the dark elf put her hands around Tylissa's chin and pulled back on her in a camel clutch, further damaging her spine and neck!
"Gnnngh.... aaaah... get... off me!!" Tylissa managed to shout.
The dark elf was pleased. It meant she'd have to dish out more....
She looked down at Tylissa. "Very well then..."
She did hold up her word, and released Tylissa from the hold... only to turn around and put her right back into another, even more torturous submission, the STF! Now not only was her neck and spine being wrenched on, but her leg was bent inward ant a dangerous angle as well, causing pain to fire through three spots on her body at once...
Tylissa made gurgling choking sounds as the drow locked her arm around the sorceress' neck, not only contorting her body but strangling her as well. Dark elves had a great knack for drawing out a punishment session and turning it into vicious torture.
The dark elf had another way to injure Tylissa as well. After nearly choking her unconscious with the STF, she dropped the slumping sorceress to the ground.
"uunnnhh.... Tylissa moaned painfully as the triple-pointed submission was released. Her respite was cut short as the dark elf placed her in another damaging hold, the Romero! Also known as a ceiling hold, this hold was not only painful to withstand, but required a great deal of strength on the part of the one doing it to hold the victim in it. Luckily for the dark elf, she had more than plenty of strength....
Standing on the backs of Tylissa's thighs, she clasped the sorceress' wrists, and then rocked back and forth before finally pulling back in a burst of exertion, bringing the high elf with her and aiming her at the sky! Immense pain began to shoot through Tylissa's knees and shoulders....
"AAAAAGGH!!" Tylissa screamed as the dark elf poured on the pressure, pain ripping through her shoulders and knees like a wildfire.
The soldier was resolute, tightening the hold and turning the intensity of the pain in Tylissa's joints up that much higher.
"I've got one more thing for you," the dark elf taunted. "One of my favourites..."
She dropped Tylissa on the ground, then stood up and brushed herself off, smoothing her tunic. Taking hold of Tylissa's hair, she yanked the sorceress off the ground and pulled her up, encircling her waist with her arms and then standing straight up, squashing the high elf with a crushing bearhug.
The dark elf was remorseless and very well conditioned, allowing her to crush Tylissa as long as necessary. She began to shake the high elf from side to side, ratcheting the hold even tighter, until it felt like a vice grip around Tylissa's body.
Tylissa began to fade, the pain beginning to become too much to bear. Her eyes began to flutter as she struggled to breathe, failing to draw breath withthe dropw's arms locked tightly around her, as if iron bars were crushing her ribs. She started to black out, and soon her body went limp in the soldier's hold.
The dark elf held the unconscious sorceress in her bear hug a moment longer before she dropped her unceremoniously on the ground. "Well, that was a lot of fun! Too bad you weren't tough enough to take my best..."
After robbing Tylissa of her necklace and gems, the soldier departed, leaving the sorceress on the ground, sprawled out and unconscious.
