He wants more

"That gear of yours... and those clothes..." Karl muses as he looks the three women over. "I bet they'd fetch me a fine price in one of the bigger cities..."

"You wouldn't dare!" Mira scoffs, her face turning red with impotent rage.

"Why not? Not like you can do anything about it, girlie," says Joe, the other bandit. "Oooh, these are fine goods!" He chuckles as he gropes her breasts over her armor.

Mira growls angrily as the two men laugh, but is unable to keep Joe from fiddling with her armor.

Ariane and Kahla look on, utterly powerless to stop the two men from peeling her like an onion. Layer by layer, the proud warrior's defenses are picked apart and pulled off.

Her chainmail goes first, followed by her gambeson, and then her undershirt. Mira's face grows red when the thieves stop to admire her breasts, hidden away only by a dirty, tattered bra.

"Fine treasures these be," Joe laughs as roughly handles the warrior's modest bosom. "It's a shame to hide them away," he says as he tears the flimsy undergarment from her body, exposing her lovely breasts and their hard, erect nipples to the chilly air.

Mira squeaks in anger as Kahla gasps and Ariane groans into her gag.

"Quite a sight!" Karl says, admiring the half-naked woman's impressive physique. He runs his hand along her abs, making her shiver unintentionally before his fingers come to a rest on her waistband. "Let's see how the rest compares, eh?"

Mira's eyes go wide as she feels a tug on her trousers.