Help arrives?

"Well, well, well... looks like the great and mighty Gwen got herself in quite a pickle."

Gwen looks up and sees a man standing over her, dressed in leather armor and carrying a wooden bo staff. She recognizes him immediately as one of the city guards she sometimes trained with - and always beat. "Erwin, help me!" She shouts.

The guard swings his staff, and bats away one of the slimes crawling onto her breast. "You know, you really should have paid more attention in the classroom part of our training. Don't you remember that green slimes are corrosive to metal?" A few slimes try to attack the newcomer, but he dispatches them with ease. Almost with one mind, they decide to leave him alone and continue swarming the helpless Gwen who is still pinned down.

Erwin swings again, killing a slime that is trying to crawl up Gwen's thigh. The slimes seem to realize he's only attacking the ones approaching the center of her body. They stop, and concentrate on jumping and sucking on the outer parts of her appendages.

Gwen realizes the same thing a moment later as she squirms, her arms and legs still pinned down. "Hey, get rid of the rest of the slimes too!" She screams.

"Oh, I will eventually," Erwin smirks. He crouches down and grabs a breast, giving it a firm squeeze. "But right now I'm rather enjoying the view."

Gwen's face turns bright red from anger and embarrassment. "I swear, once I get out of here I'm going to - ahhh!!" she gasps as his other hand reaches down and begins rubbing her clit.