Gem of the Flanaess(Closed for AlysaNewport)

[AlysaNewport]

She lightly chuckled, “Yes Master Dwarf I bet you could teach me all of those things, but a simple task of how to avoid being hit would be nice, That and maybe help me get into shape. Just a few swings of me staff and I was pooped!” She grimaced at the pain with each step as they began walking down the alleyway. Her mind reliving the battle and how ashamed she felt getting so tired she could hardly swing her staff and then if it wasn’t for Northac slaying the thug she would have been ravished before her death was given to her she shook her head as to rid the images of her being raped then killed.

She looked down at Northac as he began to tell her about his cleric friend and that he would call in a favor, but that would mean she would be in debt with him. She could like with that for she was already growing accustomed to his presence. She followed his gaze; it seemed to bounce around all over the place checking out the other patrons making their way up and down the street. She guessed it was making sure that they weren’t surprised this time around.

She began to giggle at his story and burst out laughing about being turned into a mutt and having to deal with the after effects of being one. She tried not to picture a line of mutts chasing his arse wanting to sniff him out but failed to block that imaged she chopped up another moment of laughter. “I’m sorry master dwarf. It’s not funny.” She giggled once more unable to stop.

She now knew why he hated the arcane arts. “Northac I will refrain from using magic in close quarters with you. I do not wish to set your arse on fire with one of my flaming spheres or make ye hair stand up from bolts of electricity.” She smiled at him. “But I have heard of magic users picking up the sword and learning how to fight with it. Hence maybe that is something I should do myself.” She shrugged her shoulders unknowing what would be best.

She raised her brow that the alley name and shook her head as he explained the situation with the people that occupied this area. When the hands began touching her skin, she felt her skin crawling. “STOP!” she finally yelled at the last set of hands to grab her ass. She turned at the one that touched her. “Do you wish to die this day?” her anger making her face red, “How would you like to live the rest of your life as a scum, crawling slime bug!” she clenched her fist.

She felt Northac taking a hold of her shoulders and guiding her away. She didn’t resist her controlling where she was to go but the anger was still there. “One day I shall return to this alley and make all those bastards slime crawling snails.” she stomped her foot then regretted that action as the pain shot through her body.

“What house are we looking for Northac?” She watched him counting the houses, and then allowed her gaze to watch around the area making sure that everything stayed calm as he was busy trying to find the house.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

The man that seemed so keen on taking you to bed suddenly lurched back at your outburst. More than likely, he'd never had a woman reprimand him so harshly.

Northac continued scanning the line of houses until he seemed to have found what he was looking for.

"Aye, there is it. This way lass." he exclaimed. At a brisk pace; for a dwarf, he made his way to a modest looking door in the center of the street. On the middle of the door you saw the metallic symbol of a sun. You recognised this to represent Pelor; God of Sun, Light, Strength and Healing.

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Northac knocked heavily on the door.

There was no answer.

"Sareha. It be Northac, I need ya help. Open up." Northac called out.

Still no answer.

"I dunno where she be." Northac looked at you with confusion.

"Sareha. Open up, we've got wounded out ere." He explained loudly through the door and continued knocking shortly after.

You can see that some of the others further up the street had begun staring at the scene your companion was making.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa turned from looking at the scum of perverts still shaking her head in disgust and grimacing in pain now that she is moving and no longer distracted by the miscreants. Her blue orbs followed Northac to the modest looking building, smiling upon seeing the symbol of Pelor, these are the clerics that the Academy used for mending damage caused by inspiring young mages. She smiled for she even had to have their services a few times in her exploring of her own power, granted her curiosity got the best of her and she wasn’t really thinking about area of effect but hey that happens a lot of times even to highly talented mages make that mistake now and then.

Her brow narrowed as Northac knocked impatiently upon the door, but then again maybe he was used to her answering the door on the first knock. She stood back watching the people slowing their pace and gazing toward the dwarf. “Northac.” She whispered but his increased volume of voice over took her volume. She moved closer to him and looked over the building and the area when he exclaimed about her not being here. “Maybe she has a calling at the temple.” She voiced calmly, not really knowing what the daily duties of the priesthood were.

His continuing knocking on the door and raising his voice brought more attention than what Alysa cared for. “Northac! We are drawing a lot of attention to ourselves. Lets go to the temple and see if she is there.” She was confused why he didn’t think of this unless he knew her daily routine and this was not in her routine. “Northac, why don’t you check out the back and see if she is there. I will stay out here incase she returns for comes to the door while your in the back.” She tossed out that little advice so he wouldn’t knock her door down and bring the militia here.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

Northac began to push heavily on the door trying to force it open but stopped quickly at your insistent request. He looked over to the group that he was drawing attention too and smiled in his best 'nothing to see here, I'm just a drunken Dwarf pounding on a door' look. Some of them turned their attention away as if it were a normal occurrence but a few others still remained suspicious.

"Temple, heh!" Northac laughed.

"Sare hates the Temple, she despises the mess of group congregations." He explained encapsulating mess in two finger quotes.

"She's a wee bit of a....well she's a bit of a neat freak. That's why she never really took to adventuring, too dirty, too difficult to plan and manage. I don't know why she isn't home." he explained exasperated.

"I suppose if they requested her presence she might go willingly but I highly doubt it." He added with disgust.

"I have an idea, I'll go round the back and you keep trying the front I think she may have used a magical lock." He suggested as if actually was his idea.

Northac stomped off in search for the back alleyway. On closer inspection you could see that the magical lock consisted of a simple force feedback system. The more Northac tried to force the door the harder it would fight back, your skill and knowledge gave you the necessary tools to overcome the spell should you chose to.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa shook her head lightly at the canny dwarf as once again he came up with a brilliant idea. She looked over to where the group of interested patrons were and was somewhat relieved when they turned away, but still there was something continued to watch as if there was not life beyond what they were doing.

Her gaze returned to the door when Northac took off toward the back. She smiled lightly at the ease of the simple trick door that was well enough to fool commoners but with someone with a keener sight would easily open the door this was scary for leaving a door this simple to defeat must mean that there is something inside that will protect the home just for that stated reason.

She pulled the door toward her and waited to she heard the lock click and release its grip. Slowly she pushed the door open a little and then stepped away. She waited till Northac came back from the unsuccessful trip to the back. She wanted him to get them inside for not wanting to show bruise his ego.

“Northac, I see that my idea was a flop sorry to have sent you on a wild chase. Why don’t we just go, I don’t think she is here or she doesn’t want to see you.” She knew that would get him to try the front door one more time just to find out what was going on.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

Northac stomped back to your side, he was shaking his head angrily.

"Shoulda known, Sareha is the most paranoid cleric I've ever met. The back door is the same as the front." he said exasperated.

Northac looked down at your wounds again with a sigh. With his attention directed back onto your injuries you felt the stinging pain renewed once again.

"Curse you Sareha, you sun kissing, light sucking..." he began to insult his friend openly and pushed against the door once more. Because the door was now ajar Northac fell forward and stumbled inside, due to his Dwarven balance, he didn't land face down.

"Oh. Guess it just needed some more of me muscle. Next time I see her I'll have to tell her to put up better locks. Not that many could match me strength but ya never know." he commented proudly.

The area that was open before you appeared to be the entrance hallway to the small house. Northac made his way through the corridor to one of the adjacent rooms; it seemed to you that he had most certainly been here.

Northac had walked into the lounge/dinning area. A small table sat at one end with the kitchen on the other side. The first thing that you noticed was the meticulous cleanliness of the house. Even the smell was unlike any normal home, you could sense the strong aroma of alcoholic sanitiser and magical sterilising spells through the area.

Northac seemed to have no qualms about personal property as he desecrated the kitchen going through each draw and cupboard sifting through his friends belongings.

"Where does that girl keep her damned healing supplies?" He spoke aloud.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa stood and listened to the Dwarf rave on about his friend as if he always did the same thing, the same way without changing his routine up, but who is going to be brave enough to tell him this? She did not know this, but she did know, it was not going to be her. She raised a brow up pondering what would happen to the poor soul who did.

She noticed his downward gaze and followed it to the would, then his deep sigh escaped his lips and she began to worry that maybe it was worse than what she thought. With her mind drawn back to the would it seemed to throb and sting more than what it did before. She bit her lip trying to push the pain out of her mind like moments ago but with no prevail.

She was about to launch into him about him cursing his friend when he leaned into the opened door and stumbled in. She tossed her hands up to try and catch him then realized that he weighted twice her weight and she would have surly knocked him down with her flailing into him. She began to chuckle at him but quickly acted as if she was clearing her throat. “Yes Master Dwarf, I’m sure she would be thankful for your input into her safety.” she voice patted him on the shoulder as she made her way into the room.

She followed him down the passageway since he was this Sareha’s friend and if she was with him when and if she came home she might not take her anger upon her but to him. So she stayed close to him but didn’t touch anything. “Northac do you really think you should be going through her belongings? I mean this is her home your trespassing into. Would you like someone going through your backpack? I think we should either wait outside or wait in the front room for her to come home.” she looked back at the room they just left. “Besides if your looking for healing potions in a clerics home, it would be in the prayer room.”

“Northac, lets check the house to see if she is maybe hurt, but do not touch or open anything other than doors.” She crossed her arms across her chest and slightly tapped her foot. “Men!” she exclaimed somewhat loudly..

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

Northac continued to search around aimlessly until you made a suggestion.

"Prayer room, now that's thinking lass." He commented with a point of his finger in your direction. He left the kitchen in a mess and proceeded back down the hallway to another room.

"Sareha is quite an adept Cleric, I highly doubt she would be hurt or injured in her own home." He explained, his voice echoing down the hallway.

The next room you entered appeared to exactly what you suggested. The prayer room seemed, if at all possible, even more organised and clean than the previous room. In the center were three beds comfortably made with white sheets. At the end of the room a large symbol of Pelor sat gazing protectively over a large set of glass cabinets. You could see the various coloured potions and medicinal equipment lined perfectly along the shelves. Northac proceeded over the the cabinet and without heading your advice attempted to open it.

A large bolt of energy surged from the cabinet straight into the careless Dwarf he sent him sailing back through the air straight onto one of the beds. Whether it was luck or sturdy construction the bed withstood the impact. Northac groaned loudly but he didn't seem to be greatly injuried.

"Damn spell casters and yer blooming tricks. Argh!" He grumbled loudly.

You recognised the magical trap system but unsure whether your skills would be able to unlock it.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa looked over the mess that Northac left in the kitchen shaking her head slightly at haphazard dwarf. She would be saying a few things to him if she was this Sareha, even going as far as making him clean it up. She stood for a moment and allowed Northac to advance down the hallway before looking down at her leg. The red spot growing larger through her shredded pants and bandages put a fear into her for she has never bled this severely before, she could feel herself growing tired and her head felt as if it was weightless and slightly airy. She leaned up against the wall for support as she fought off a surge of pain and dizziness her eyes closed as she sucked in the air trying to breath through the pain.

Pushing herself off the wall and gathering her composure she proceeded to catch up with Northac. Her hand went to her mouth as Northac went flying backwards and landing upon a very sturdy bed. She ran over to him hoping he was okay and blew a sighing relief across he lips upon hearing him uttering foulness towards wizards. “Northac, Tell me how long have you been adventuring again? Let me guess you never came across a cabinet filled with healing riches before or you would have known not to touch it without checking it first? Are we learning anything yet.” She tried to be sarcastic to hide her fear of her worsening condition.

“Northac, I don’t think I can bypass this magical trap like I did the Do..” She stopped before finishing her statement forgetting that he thought he opened the door. “Its above my skill I’m afraid. She grabbed a firm grip upon the bed railing for support as another wave of nauseas swept over her body.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

Northac groaned as he eased himself off the bed. His look changed from angry to mild annoyance at your comment about his adventuring skill.

"What do I look like a rogue? I've been through much worse than that little shock lass." He boasted.

His expression morphed again as he observed your growing nausea, you could see a real feeling of concern reflecting of his battle hardened face.

"Look lass, you're not getting any healthier. Unless you have any other ideas I'm going to give it another go. This time I'll prepared for it, might be able to fight through the pain." He explained and proceeded back over to the cabinet.

 

[AlysaNewport]

“Northac Stop!” Alysa managed to utter out between the nauseas waves. Her grip upon the bed frame tightened threatening to make her lose her breakfast of oats while her eyes rolled back into her head while the heavy lids closed over them. She breathed heavily into the mist of pain until it subsided enough for her to think straight. "Let me cast a spell or two toward if first. I maybe able to drop it or I maybe able to cast a resistance spell upon you that will help you resist the pain." She was touched that he was willing to take so much pain for her.

“Northac, Thank you.” was all she was going to say for getting mushy with a dwarven warrior was like slapping them in the face, and that was worse then insulting them as she just did a few moments ago. Her blue orbs gleamed upon him for a moment as she took in the concerning look that was upon his face, She then witnessed the one of determination, one that made her fearful for Glyphs can kill if years of studying them are placed within them.

Taking a deep breath and concentrating she gestured with fingers the sigil symbols of the dispel and uttered the words to send it forth into the area that Northac encountered the magic trap. She then turned to him. “Trust me.” Her eyes softly meet his eyes as she whispered to him once more. “Trust me.” She moved to him and placed her hand upon his shoulder, “Now this spell will not take the pain away, you will feel it might be mild or it might be strong or even not work at all and you will get hit once again like before.” She took a step back and nodded to him, “Here we go master dwarf.”

She once again moved her hands for the proper sigil and muttered the words to send the resistance to flow over his body. Once completed Alysa grabbed the bed frame for it took what energy she had to stand-alone. “I wish the best.” She said as she nodded toward the cabinet.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

You just managed to stop him before he reached the cupboard doors again. He seemed confused at first when you halted his actions but then nodded slightly at your proposal.

"Go easy lass, I don't particularly want to be turned into a dog again." he cautioned you.

Northac seemed quite apprehensive about you casting spells around him again but with your soothing words he seemed to calm slightly. After casting your spell to remove the harmful energies surrounding the cabinet however, you did notice a significant decrease in magical protection.

Northac approached the trap with much greater caution, when his hands touched the handles a spark of energy flared out and was immediately absorbed by your defensive ward. Northac seized the opportunity and pulled the door open. You could sense the energies slowly creeping back as he gathered the potions one at a time. Just as he managed to fill his arms with the vials the doors slammed shut and the trap was restored to it's full strength. Luckily, Northac suffered no further physical injury, the last feedback of energy broke through your shield on him which probably saved him a lot of pain.

"You see lass, with me guidance and yer magic we can get through anything. Fightin' muggers and disarmin' traps. All we need to do is add a fire breathing dragon and ye be a fully fledged adventurer yet." he exclaimed happily.

"Now which one 'o' these is the healing one?" He asked openly.

Northac laid the potions out on the bed in front of you. There were six in total; you recognised two of them to be healing potions, one of which was a cure light wounds potion, it was certainly the most appropriate to your wounds. The other was a cure moderate wounds, two potions of cure poison, one potion of Aid and the last was another you had never seen before.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa sighed with relief as Northac made his way back from the cabinet on his own two feet instead of being tossed upon the bed once more by the powerful magic. She realized then how lucky they both were for the magic here was much stronger then hers. “Northac listen to me please. The magic that is here is much more powerful than mine, so lets not touch anything else for next time we might not get so lucky. The power of magic that resides here can kill us.” She whispered as the relief that he was okay exited her form.

She smiled at his comment, “Well ummm I don’t think I will be calling myself an adventurer anytime soon.” She shudders at the thought of entangling power with a great dragon. She shook her head as the image that invaded her thoughts wasn‘t pleasant. “So I will leave the fire breathing dragon to you Master Dwarf as my little ass will be running the other way screaming!” she giggled

“Ok Master Dwarf, these two are healing potions, a light natured type. This one is for the deep wounds that you would get fighting a pissed off dwarven female.” she smiled knowing he would know the strength of the potion then, “These two are to cure poison, and this one is one to aid you and this one! I have no clue!” her finger pointing to each bottle and then tapping numerously upon the unknown one. “I suggest we put this one wrapped up with padding when we put these in your backpack. Still tapping on the unknown bottle with her finger.

“So do you have any coins that we can leave here for these potions. I have three gold pieces.” she looked at him with a sorrowed look upon her face. “I wish I had more to give.” She felt the sting of being ashamed for not being better off. Her head dropped from his gaze, “Well umm. I guess I have a lot of scrubbing of dishes to do in the tavern.” She shook her head as stared at the floor.

“So what do we do next Northac.” Her tone of voice still low.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

Northac chuckled softly at your female dwarf comment. He gathered the remaining potions save for the light healing potion.

"Ye better take this one now lass before yer wounds get any worse." he offered. He reached to the coin purse on the side of his belt to pull out a handful on coins, he placed them on the nearby bench beneath the potions cabinet. By your count he only had 20 gold pieces which was a fair bit lower than the market value of the potions.

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"Er..friendly discount." Northac exclaimed with a less than confidently smile on his face.

"I need to check around for a few more things, don't worry lass I wont touch anything I don't need to. You head on out to the front and I'll meet you there shortly." He explained enigmatically.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa took a quarter sip of the healing potion not wanting to take more of the precious liquid than what was needed to cure her wounds. Once drinking enough of the liquid, she gave the remaining back to Northac. Her mind felt at ease once the warming liquid started to take effect and the pain and throbbing of her wound stop, she almost felt like she a totally different person. She smiled at Northac allowing him to see the transition of her bitchy painful side back to the shy, timid mage trying to fit in.

Her eyes widened from all the gold that he pulled out and placed down on the bench, she has never seen that much together at on time and was awestruck by it finally she managed to break the stare, she then reached into her backpack and pulled out the three coins that she had and placed them with his pile. She shrugged her shoulders for that was the best they could do under the circumstances.

She looked at him for a few moments with questionable eyes but decided not to argue with him. She nodded and headed back out the way they came. Her mind raced on what he was going to do now that she was sent away and he was alone. She wanted to go back and see what he was up but she had that feeling about curiosity and the cat statement so she went her way as was told to do so.

She opened the door and stepped outside. Her head moving side to side watching the city activities and those whom where living within them. She paid extra attention to those that came close to her not wanting to fall pray to the grabby hands of the perverted alley men.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

The wounds on your arm and leg stopped bleeding and no longer caused any discomfort whilst moving.

Steeping out onto the street you spotted the group of gatherers from before speaking to a pair of town militia. They notice you and point in your direction, the two soldiers nodded and walked toward your direction.

"You there! HALT!" They called out to you sternly.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa’s eyes widen with fear but knows better to run. She turns back toward the door as if hoping Northac was there but at the same time was relieved that he wasn’t. She felt a slight pain in her stomach as she knew that they were going to be separated now and she would more than likely never see him again. “Good Bye Northac.” she whispered as she looked to the approaching militia.

She held her hands up palms outward toward them as she walked toward them. Her eyes showing only fear of what is to come. “Please I want no trouble with thee, But please stay back for I have a deathly illness that seems to effect those that come to close to me. I was hoping to find help with the cleric but she is not here. Please I will do as you tell me but do not come to close for this illness my attack you as well.” She yelled this so all could hear in the half block radius continuing to move toward them, hoping to give Northac time to do what he needed and hopefully sees and hears what is going on and escapes out the back.

“Please I ..” She begins to cough roughly and spits up saliva while gasping at her chest.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

Hearing your outburst caused the soldiers to stop in their tracks. They looked between each other with confusion. The rest of the onlookers all stepped back in order to further their distance from you. One of the soldiers turned you to but did not move any closer. Because of the metal helmet, it was difficult to determine his actual physical appearance but you were certain he was male and much larger than yourself.

"Okay miss, calm down. We are only here to help you. The cleric you seek hasn't been seen in a long while. Now we can escort you to the nearest temple as long as you cooperate with us." He calmly explained.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Her eyes dart about the crowd looking for a good route to escape but that would mean most definite dungeon time if she got caught. If she allows them to take her to the temple she might be able to con herself out of trouble and even get aid from them incase Northac gets caught. She liked that idea for she owes him so much and that would be the least she could do for him.

Alysa’s ocean blues locked upon the lager armored man and slowly nodded her head. “What is it you wish for me to do?” she completely complied with the one whom was addressing her. She continued to look upon the armored figure trying to get a good glimpse of the person inside “May I ask if anyone knows where the cleric went? She has many cures and I know she can cure me. Please I’m scared, She is the only one whom ever wanted to help me.” She cried out playing the woe me tone of voice..

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

The larger man looked back and the slighter shorter one. They both nodded in silent agreement.

"Come with us now and we will take you to the temple." He began. The shorter guard steeped around and behind you putting them in a flanking position. With a gesture of hands they both guided you out of the alley way.

As you moved back down the street the shorter one answered your question. His accent is odd for your ears and you could only assume he wasn't a natural local.

"The cleric has been missing for a few days now, no one knows where she disappeared to." He told you.

They two men led you down another alleyway that you knew to be in the wrong direction, this alleyway appeared to be completely deserted with only the rats as witnesses. The shorter man spoke up again.

"If you see her though, tell her that she still owes us gold." He sneered and pushed you forward roughly. The larger man in front stopped abruptly, turned and caught you in a strong grapple.

"Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I prefer hard." He threatened. You felt his armoured glove grasp your breast painfully.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa followed the guards without thinking anything wrong until they turned down alley way then fear hit her just as the small one mouthed about the cleric owing them money and pushing her forward. She panicked when the big man turned and grabbed her. His words put the fear in her as she twisted and tried to pull away.

“Ouuch, fuck” she screamed tears forming in her eyes as she continued to struggle, trying to get free of him. “Please stop!” she mumbled through the pain. Her mind flying in a million directions she tried to focus and gather the calm to cast a spell but the sheer terror prevented her from focusing upon the right words.

“You don’t want to do this!” she exclaimed, her body trembling with the rampant wave of pain shooting from her pinched nipple.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

The larger one continued to fondle you shamelessly with one hand whilst his other hand kept you restrained around your waist. You felt the smaller one come from behind to grope your shapely behind with a painful roughness. After a fleeting touch he pressed himself against you forcefully and you could feel the hardness of his arousal against your rear. He leaned in closely so that his face was against yours, you could smell the stink of his breath as he whispered menacingly in your ear.

"See the thing is, we don't believe you have any kind of disease at all. That whole song and dance you put on, we've seen it hundreds of times before. But don't worry dear, well look after you."

The larger one laughed at his companions comment his own hands had begun to tear through the already worn fabric and with the smaller one holding you properly now both his hands were free to move.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa’s mind continued race with the images of what these two men were wanting to do to her and what seemed to her at the moment will be doing to her unless something, or someone intervenes. Her stomach knotted up and soured rapidly as the urge bubbled up her throat for she wanted to puke with what they have done to her already. Her body jolted with each revolting touch that these men placed upon her slim frame, “Please stop.” She cried out, feeling nausea when the stink of the small man came to her smell. She tried to pull away when she felt the hardness of the man’s cock pressed against her shapely ass.

‘Master Dwarf.’ her mind was able to lock on to something that was a beacon of pure good for her to focus upon. She focused upon his caring expression, his witty stories, his cunning claiming remarks of things he did not do. Her mind took these images and played them in her mind, the touches became the dwarf pushing her around in a playful manner, the stink became the dwarf’s breath of fine ale, and the hard cock upon her ass became a root of a tree she fell down upon by the friendly push of her dwarven comrade.

This cleared her mind for the control she needed to cast spells while engaging enemies, a skill that her master told her would save her life one day. She prepared a first year spell that she knew for it would work here nicely. The muttered the words as low as she could and made the small gestures but held off on the speaking the releasing command word. She allowed her hands to go to the big guy and push her hand inside his pants, running her hand down his hard cock till she reached his balls and cupped one nut in the palm of her hand, then spoke the command word of the shocking grasp spell…

She didn’t wait to see the result for she knew it was going to hurt him like hell, instead she began to chant the words to the spell of summoning of the second year, she allowed the magic to flow to her hands and settle into her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at the small bastard that was about to die. She gritted her teeth as her hands came up for the last gesture to summon the creature forth..

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Dm

The larger man stopped his aggressive assault as your hand reached into his pants and grasped his dirty pecker. He seemed genuinely surprised that you were actually participating in your own rape. His look of shock suddenly transformed into a look of pain as your spell took full effect. He screamed in pain and stumbled backward.

Unfortunately the smaller man noticed your spell cast and slammed his meaty fists into your right kidney, the force of the blow interrupted the concentration of your next spell. The pain stunned you long enough for him to reaffirm his grasp on you, in the struggle he managed to rip open the front part of your robes.

 

[AlysaNewport]

“NO Stop! … Ugggh” she cried out from the kidney shot and his recouping his grip upon her, “Stop!” she screamed again as she felt her robe being ripped open reveling her strophium. Her ample breasts was full and heavy a fact she tried to hide wearing lose robes. She reached over her shoulders trying to scratch at his eyes while at the same time she tried to back kick at his knee or his nuts if they were in range. She repeatedly shifted her weight around the best she could to keep him having to fight to keep their balance as well trying to defend from her scratching and kicking.