<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Felina</strong></div>(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/034/8/3/8379a686673826263917e3fbab58e64a.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Class:</strong> Escape artist (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Bondage_Adventure#Escape_Artist)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 25/30<br/><strong>Def:</strong> 11/11<br/><strong>Hit:</strong> -<br/><strong>Special:</strong><br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><br/> - <br/> </div></div></div>Felina grinned victoriously as she saw the Orc obey her. It was always like that with simple minds: show them who is the superior and they become as obedient as puppies. Still, she kept a hold on her opponent's hair. Gretcha crossed her wrists but behind Felina, not in front of her as she had intended.<br/><br/><strong>"Not there, dumbhead! In front of me!"</strong>she barked.<br/><br/>At that moment, the half-Orc began to press her forearms against the Elf's butt, squeezing her against her strong back. There was still fight in that beast!<br/><br/><strong>"Stop that! Stop that or I break your neck!"</strong><br/><br/>But Gretcha just continued to squeeze her. This forced Felina's thighs to split athwart the Orcess' ribcage in a most uncomfortable way. Feeling the pain growing, the redhead yanked on her victim's hair, all scruples now forgotten. Or rather she tried to. As she pulled on the dreadlocks she found that the large head did not budge. Quite the contrary, Gretcha began to move her head forward, drawing on the powerful muscles of her neck. She had either been temporarily weakened or she had faked it, but now it was obvious that Felina had no control over her head. Still she tried, yanking harder, until she only held onto a handful of black, greasy hair.<br/><br/>Felina was supple, more supple than most Elves who are themselves more supple than Humans and Orcs. She could easily do the split, given some time to warm her ligaments. That was what lacked here as her thighs were pulled farther and farther apart while her crotch and lower belly were crushed against Gretcha's bony spine and ribs. She tried to twist herself out of the fierce embrace only to find that her knees were unescapably trapped under sweaty, hairy armpits. She yanked on her legs, pushed her hands into the huge, muscular shoulders of her opponent, dug her toes into the earth, all to no avail.<br/><br/>The crushing pressure increased and Felina began to moan from the pain. The fruity perspiration from her thighs and crotch mixed with the pungent sweat trickling down the Orc's back. In the back of her mind she was afraid that this intimate contact might transmit some parasites or disease.<br/><br/>As the pain increased to the point of become unbearable, Felina just threw herself forward, pressing her naked belly and breasts over Gretcha's shoulders and head, something she had been to disgusted to do before. Her arms reached around and her fingers began to claw at the Orc's face.