Date Posted:06:58:33 03/02/07 Fri Author:scorpioncrawler Subject: Nolan Media Belly Punishment
Nolan Media elfen belly torture
This little piece of belly pain was taken
from a magazine called the sword & sorcery
Book of Goths, in which our little three-
foot elfen torturer, namely Rhondra (of
the all-chick clan known collectively as the
'Sisterhood'), is taking out her frustration
on a taller, scrawny gnome thief. This is
how she interrogates her captive:
..The flat little chamber made fighting nearly impossible for the taller gnome. Rhondra's use of the wrestling technique [the 'manni' style, a sort of ancient wrestling technique adopted by the Sisterhood, in which the opponent in essentially kept to the ground by holds and weakened by point-blank body punches] soon wore him to a mindless nub. Ivan noticed that somehow she had bounded Per's wrists with her bolos, and then locked his weary head between her legs in a head-scissors.
"Perhaps we'd best be leaving, little one," Ivan said, quite anxious to find the emerald. But the sticky, cocky elf maiden refused to give her helpless victim resbit. As he lied flat on his back, his right
arm was paralized by the weight of her hip lying upon it, and the left arm, being bound to the immobile
one, was also rendered useless.
"He'll talk," she grunted, as her fist pounded his gullet like a sledgehammer. Even her companion had flinched from such an awful tactic. Being such a small girl with such short legs, the application of a head-scissoring hold could only mean an eyefull and nosefull of a sea of small-girl rump and thong.
"We haven't all day,' she sighed. She punched him twice more in the same tenderized area.
"He shant be able to speak if you keep torturing him in such a manner!" Ivan said. But Rhondra figured that he would if only to release himself of the wicked, throbbing pain and the humiliation imposed by the horrid little demoness....
I guess it's one thing to be locked in a headscissors
by a normal sized woman--but another to have it applied
by a three-foot elf! As the author of that passage
said, once that happens, your neck locked between to
squat, thick legs, all you'll be seeing and smelling
is booty, while the little witch is hammering your
stomach at the same time! Maybe he experienced the
same thing! Sorry.
Just a bit too freaky for me!!
