Posted by War Scribe & Willow Bark on 4/23/2008, 2:24 pm
“EVIL FIEND!” roared Willow Bark who was spread eagle against a large spider’s web that bound him by his wrists, waist and feet, “I will make you pay dearly for this insult, War Scribe, I swear it!”
The Drowling stood not more than two feet away from Willow with her hands confidently upon her hips as she gave her helpless captive an evil grin, “Not likely, Willow, I have you right where I have always wanted you. In the dark of my bedroom and under my power. There is no escape for you this time, Ranger, you belong to me now!”
“I BELONG TO NO ONE!” yelled the Ranger, “I am a free Elf!”
“You gave your heart to Alyson!” snapped the Drowling angrily, “Or should I call her Aly-slut! Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“It was my heart to give to whom I chose, War Scribe,” replied Willow calming down a little, “My heart beats for Alyson and her alone! Why can you not accept that?”
“Because we shared something together,” the Drowling replied in a surprisingly tender voice, “Once.”
“A kiss was all we shared, Drowling,” the Ranger narrowed his eyes, “Nothing more, nothing less! And even then you sought to take liberties where there were none to be taken. But this time, War Scribe, this time you have gone too far!”
“No I haven’t,” War Scribe approached the Ranger, grabbed a fistful of Willow Bark’s hair and mashed his face between her ample cleavage, “But this will do for start! Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Mmmupphh!” Was all Willow Bark could say as he fought against War Scribe’s humiliating ministrations.
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