<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/MPbFmsY.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Anastasia Valentine<br/>Class:  Hunter  (http://adventure.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Hunter)<br/>HP: 30<br/>Defense: 10<br/>Battle Status: In Combat<br/>Bondage: +3 Mittened &amp; Teased<br/></div></div></div><br/>The hunter's struggle continued and to her dismay, attempts at freeing herself were futile. Not only that, but they'd been distracting enough for the knights to continue their efforts in restraining the group and herself. Her arms pulling back around her side and up, straining her to the very joints of her arms leaving Anna to groan in discomfort. She had been quite limber but these bonds had her feeling like a stiff board, fingers even bound together behind her back as her chest tightened. It was as if large hands were groping her breasts and without quarter no less, so much so her breathing became once again somewhat difficult. It was then, more leather betrayed her, slipping around her thighs, inching up and under between her legs and with it's finale gripped and rubbed against her very own sex like there was nothing between the leather and her flower.<br/><br/>"Ahh!"<br/><br/>Anastasia let out what sounded like a yelp of pleasure pain, a sound the group had never heard from her before. Cheeks lighting up with embarrassment, though not for being captured, but because of her own sexual arousal. Her previously and current groped breasts were perhaps a factor in her dampening womanhood and until now had gone unnoticed. Impossible to ignore now however, her shaking knees gave way, falling forward as she barely stood upright upon her knees. Remaining still she contemplated thrashing around for freedom, but with the tight bonds along with her own sex, spending what remaining energy she had was perhaps a bad idea at this point in time. What else could she do? Her team mates were in bad shape, but so were these knights.... still though, having the upper hand on them it was a time to be on the defensive.<br/><br/>Anna's vision began to blur, the struggle to stay upright had been difficult as the leather seemed to know exactly what it was doing when it came to teasing the hunter. Gently rubbing, grinding along her crotch, the difficulty of breathing only seemed to make the perversion of the scene even more intense, like hearing sounds when hungover, magnified pleasure in the form of unmanned teasing was a hell that confused the entirety of what Anna was, Body, Mind and Soul. Soft sounds escaped her painted lips as the once stalwart huntress was now a quivering mess, desperately trying to stay focused. Her gaze met with Lyra, the fireball wild card whom had just slammed her head against part of the "furniture". Anna's heart dropped, moving her vision elsewhere, to the knights and her comrades.... the situation had indeed become dire....<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack: Focused Escape<br/>Type: Standing Still<br/>Target: Mittened &amp; Teased<br/>Roll: 3 + 2 (5) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62919)<br/>Result: Failure!<br/></div></div>