The large orc, Gronk, enjoyed the blood lust of combat, but rarely had he been so aroused by the higher pitched feminine yelp that slipped from Clara's lips as the pain in her hand became more than she could take.  Normally it would be a killing stroke applied to the vulnerable throat but not with this one.  He could feel the surge of resistance in her fight as she realized it was not a quick death that awaited her or even a stunning blow, he wanted her to feel what was to come next.<br/><br/>It was not a defect in her armor that allowed her to feel the thick bulge of the Horc's arousal.  Most armor did not anticipate it's wearer to be bent over a table such as Clara was now positioned, her firm ass vulnerable with only her clothing protecting her.  Though the smith who had the rather enviable task of fitting Clara with her armor, had often imagined her in this very position, he did not deem it fitting to armor her ass.<br/><br/>Clara may have had a plan, but if she had noticed the well practiced ease with which her hands were bound, she might have reconsidered.  This was not Gronk's first time subduing a feisty female. Her kick was strong enough to have put him down but he had anticipated it so instead she connected with his thigh.  It hurt like hell, he grunted in pain.  "You'll pay for that."  He told her.  His thick hand found the top of her breeches and tugged them downward, exposing her cheeks to the other patrons, a cheer coming up from the dwarfs who had the best view.  A rough hand caressed the smooth perfect flesh for a moment before lifting and smacking her flesh with a loud crack.  The pale flesh jiggling briefly before taking on a perfect pink outline of horc hand.