"Tchk, pitiful Istik! Cease your useless struggling, you are no match for the rectal muscles of a Warrior of Vlaakith!", Lae'zel shouted over her shoulder, a smug smile on her lips,

Poor Shadowheart was now completely at the mercy of her captor, her left hand the last sign of her very existence as it was fruitlessly reaching for anything to slow her descend.

"Maybe i will find a use for you once this adventure is complete, if i dont forget about you wortheless, little body till then. We Githyanki train every part of our body until we have full control over them. But there are stories of Istiks that sunk too deep and were never found again", Lae'zel explained lazily, before she started to slowly get up.

Shadowhearts hand slowly disappeared between Lea'zel toned, green glutes. Would Lady Sha be able to reach her in this slimy, smelly darkness?
She began to panic and reinforced her struggles as she felt something even warmer then the bowels around her starting to engulf her feet.

Not the slightest Struggle was visible to the outside world tho, nothing on Lae'zels toned abs gave any indication about the silent hell that was hidden inside her abdomen. A triumphant giggle from the Warrior was the only reception Shadowhearts actions resulted in, as Lae'zel went back to camp to rejoin her comrades.


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