<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/sample_51dbc3cb49774acbfd662006774056c3_zpsoxvuumd0.jpg)</div><strong>The heroine of justice, Alicia Fasettaros</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291505.msg14317176#msg14317176)<br/><strong>Active effects:</strong>11 con damage (out of 14 con), HP 0/12, defeated!<br/><strong>Money:</strong>181 gp<br/><strong>Expended:</strong>2 arcane pool points, Frostbite, Grease, pearl of power, 1 dose urea<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Woah! Hah..." Alicia panted in relief as the tentacles lifted her into the air and dissolved her clothing, reliving the pressure on her swollen-feeling body. She felt an attack of vertigo as the walls, floor and ceiling, so confining before, now went the other extreme and gave way to the void, leaving her without reference for which way of up - something that reminded her of the intersection from before where gravity was all wonky and the halls looked like bottomless pits, not a pleasant sensation back then either. Much more pleasant feeling though, despite herself, were the tentacles roaming freely over her body - but she would never admit it!<br/><br/>Alicia could hear Belgana's gagged struggles against the tentacles and Lydia's high-pitched moans as she was ravished, and it was filled with trepidation at what the tentacles had in store for her that she found herself suspended by her arms and legs. Luckily she was lithe and flexible for her back to arch, but it wasn't the most comfortable of positions. "Not you again," she groaned when the stinger tentacles reappeared. She braced herself for the needle-like sting - but it never came, the stingers instead trailing down, her neck, collar, chest, the tips indenting her skin but never breaking through, at least not until they reached the perky nipples - stiff thanks to being exposed to the cool air, she realized - of her modest breasts...<br/><br/>"No- Aieeeee!" she barely managed to get off her protest before the fiery jabs into her sensitive nubs drew a pained cry from her lips. She thrashed in agony against the tentacles holding her in place, but her struggles were ultimately useless and merely tired herself out. The shock and initial pain subsided into dull, hot ache. The heat spread from the tips of her bosom over her torso and down towards her other sensitive parts, and where it went her skin felt stretched taut. And was it just her imagination or were her breasts hanging more heavily than before? "What are you doing to me?" she whispered, her brave facade starting to show cracks.