Shirt pulled away!

"NOOO!" Helartha screamed. All warrior skill and coordination was gone. She flailed her limbs desperately and frantically, kicking her bare legs at the or and swatting helplessly with her hands. But the orc was nearly twice her size, with an arm as thick as her waist. He smiled at her pattering blows and his huge green hand reached passed her defenses, snagging her green shirt.

Helartha gasped as she was hoisted up by the collar, held aloft by the orc. He smiled, then gave her a shake. Helartha was flung about like a rag doll, vision blurring. The orc shook her more, his companion laughing as the helpless and pantsless elf being jerked wildly, fair legs kicking helplessly.

Then, finally, the strain was too much for Helartha's woven shirt. It split down the back, staying in the orcs hand while Helartha fell to the ground, for the third time landing flat on her backside.

The orcs exploded into laughter. Helartha looked up at them. Then, seeing her shirt still in one orc's hand, she gasped. She looked down, knowing what she'd see, but still dreading it. Sure enough, there was her bare breasts. Her heaving large orbs, pale white with pink nipples, round and perky, jutting out excitedly. She was topless! Naked but for panties, sprawled out helplessly before orcs!

"AHH!" She squealed, cupping her breasts one in each hand. The orcs laughed at her blushing shame as Helartha stared up, jaw dropped and eyes wide.