Melina attempted to shuffle out of the way of Arina's onslaught, but she was still caught up, like a tiny rowboat snagged by a tsunami.  On her belly, with her perky breasts smashed up against her chest, she attempts to crawl away.  Her creamy smooth legs are snatched before she can do so, and yanked in a fashion that normal people just shouldn't be bent.  She quickly found herself in an ancient and very painful wrestling maneuver, the Boston Crab!<br/><br/>"Ah...ah!  Nonononononono...leggo...le...leggo..." Melina whimpers as the backs of her heels are wrenched so far that they just about touch her narrow shoulders.  Her well trimmed finger's clawed at the canvas, trying to get something, anything in order to break the hold.  If she didn't, it would be *her* that broke.  Her legs had faced a great deal of punishment, and now the limbs were inflammed and sore with being beaten and stretched.  Her limber body couldn't get her out of this one anymore.<br/><br/><strong>Escape: 1, Stamina: 3, Resist Tap Out: 46, Stamina 1d7.  Sex Stamina: 1d9. Head: 6/7, Torso: 1/7, Right Leg: 0/7, Left Leg: 1/7, Climax: 9/11</strong>http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=378979 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=378981 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=378992