Stripped nude

Helartha was helpless as the Ogre held by her calf, leaving her draped upside down on the ground, bare breasts swooshed under her body, panty clad backside pointing up. The ogres stared at her butt for a moment, enjoying the sight. Then, the one holding her, the one she'd just struck, seemed to be inspired.

He dragged Helarthah, who helplessly clawed at the ground closer. Then, taking a knee, he pulled her over the other, draping her like a rag doll over giant meaty green leg. With one hand he pinned her lower back. Then, with the other he coursly stuck a finger under the hem of her panties. Helartha's wide elven eyes went cartoonishly wide. She looked over her shoulder, with a pitiful and frightened look on her face.

"No... not my panties!" She whined. Both ogres seemed to revel in her begging. Ogre hated elves, almost as much as they loathed dwarves. Seeing an elven warrior beg and plead over the knee of an ogre was a dream come true to them.

Then, in one swift motion, her panties were forcefully torn clean down her legs and off her feet. Helartha gasped. She was naked! She could feel the Orgre's rough leg hair on her crotch, the wind on her bare butt. Her breasts flopped wildly, pulled down by gravity.

The ogres laughed, seeing the snow white, smooth round flesh of Helartha's backside.

"Elves are so white!" One ogre laughed. "I was almost blinded by the full moon!"

Both ogres gaffed and laughed as Helartha squirmed. She was struggling to free herself, but all she succeeded in doing was shake her butt for the happy ogres!