<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>It all happened so fast.  Lyradil tried to pull away, but isn't fast enough, a gasp escaping her lips as the fingers close around her wrist.  Her lithe form twisted as she tried to pull away, but with the effects of the gas, she just wasn't strong enough.  Her blue eyes widened as, before she could stop him, the figure's other hand solidly gripped the front of her robe.  Was he going to...<br/><br/>Yes, it seemed that he was.<br/><br/>"Oh!"  Lyradil gasped in dismay as she was suddenly stripped to the waist, the robe opening in front, and sliding off her narrow shoulders, sending her vibrant red hair spilling down her bare back.  Her breasts bounced once as her robe opened, suddenly freed from their confinement.  They were impressive in size, each more than a generous handful, perfectly rounded firm and high on her chest, standing out all the more against her slender body.  Her nipples were a lovely rosy red, delicate, hardening almost instantly in the air of the room.  Lyradil hesitated a moment, looking down at herself, before her lips parted to offer more objections.<br/><br/>Instead, the second man's hands slid around her, squeezing her breasts.  Her lips, which had parted for words, suddenly lost them, a soft moan escaping, her lovely features contorting gently.  Her lovely orbs were firm, but yielded easily to the man's touch, and his fingers sent powerful tingles through her body.  She moaned again as his teasing intensified.  The feeling of lips on her neck made her arch her back, which pressed her perfect breasts more firmly into his hands, which caused her to gasp again.<br/><br/>Dimly, Lyradil felt the arms of the robe slip over her hands.  Her eyes, which had gone half-lidded, opened suddenly.  "Wait."  She gasped, her voice a whisper.  But it was too late.  The robe slid off the curve of her hips, falling to the floor.  Her modesty was preserved only by a pair of white panties, but this left most of her bare.  Her shapely ivory thighs, the feminine curve of her hips, her tightly rounded backside.  The giggling of the nymphs drew her attention, reddening her cheeks.  Desperately, Lyradil twisted, her narrow waist bending, but she couldn't muster the strength, leaving her writhing gently in the grasp of the two men.