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			The stealthy Varisian worries about the woman with the broken leg, but she can't do anything about it now.  Not with this gnoll Mug'ril on top of her and groping her!<br/>
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Still, there's a chance that after he leaves, she can heal that woman somewhat and then there could be some escape attempt.  So that means enduring this FILTHY creature's attentions for now.<br/>
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As her dirty top is pulled down and her gigantic juggs bounce into view, she stills her breathing, and she makes no sound as her teat is squeezed.
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</blockquote><br/>The gnoll chuckles darkly to himself as he quickly takes what he wants, the sharp tips of his nails digging into her full bust, leaving obvious marks on her from his rough treatment. Mug'ril lowers to a knee and quickly pushes his filthy loincloth to the side, revealing the brutish creature's large, canine member, it's matted hair below no doubt just as filthy as the rest of the fur covering it's body.<br/><br/>As drool escapes his eager mouth, the creature begins to stroke itself off over her, fondling her bare tits in the process.<br/><br/>The smell is awful, but luck seems to be with the young Varisian woman, for just before the gnoll finishes and fouls her chest, a sound can be heard behind him. Mog'ril rises quickly, reaching for the small weapon at his loincloth.<br/><br/>"Who the fock are you?!"<br/><br/>The gnoll growls loudly, clearly upset that he was interrupted, and obviously hostile looking.<br/><br/>"If you make another move, I'll make you regret it, human scum. You ain't going nowhere till I say you are."