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Chapter 7 by grandeweasel grandeweasel

What's next?

You get stripped

You take your blade and lash out at him. He responds by catching your wrist and tumbling you over until you're ass-up across his knee. He then sets about trying to remove your clothing.

"Don't be nervous," he tells you, patting you encouragingly on the butt. "This is a great group. Very supportive."

"You won't make me talk!" you say, squirming futilely against his grip. "My armor is completely impene--"

"What's there to talk about?" says Raider. "Except for the fact that I smell big boobs on you, but don't see any such thing. That means..."

You feel him finding a spot between your shoulder blades and giving it a sharp rapping with one knuckle. Apparently he hit something just right, because the bindings you secured around your breasts come undone like a broken watch spring. Suddenly there's a great pressure against your breastplate that sets off a chain reaction of popping bolts, dropping pins, and stitches ripping open with great fanfare. In seconds your armor has fallen away, leaving you in a flimsy spider-silk shift.

Raider relieves you of this garment, and you're lying over his lap in nothing but your lucky daisy panties.

"Pretty nice, huh?" says Raider, standing you up with your hands behind your back. "I sure hope all dark elf chicks are this big!"

It takes a second for it to really hit you. You stand there stunned, the cool air bringing the goose-pimples out on your nipples and drying the sweat between your cleavage. Finally your brain accepts that a human boy just took off your clothes and showed your naked breasts to his classmates. You scream.

"Take her panties off!" shouts someone in the back.

"In a minute!" says Raider. "Right now I just want to appreciate the aesthetic: We tend to think of dark elves as super-scary, but here we have one wearing nothing but an adorable pair of daisy-print panties! How great is that?"

"Release me at once!" you shout, keenly aware of the effect that your frantic struggles are having on your jiggle-factor.

"Relax, Flower," says Raider. "We're building to that..."

Raider spins you around to face him, taking a firm grip on your panties. You're surprised to find yourself captivated by his eyes. You forget for a moment that you're near-naked in the grip of a human, flaunted to all of his friends like a prize-winning peach. Reality stops making sense, and you close your eyes, part your lips, and move in.

Then he yanks your panties down and stamps you on the ass.

The crowd goes wild as you come back to the present. You scream again, grab an armload of boob, and flee.

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