<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2uorvhc.jpg)</div>Althea Bellamont (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OZ4JZc8dUtsDDzvje7cu4iKLXCccyiYPLcGb0D9RO2M/edit)<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth, Althea does her best to escape from the grasp of the orcish brawler, but he is just too strong.  He quickly secures one of her wrists, and, moments later, the other, pinning both together behind her back, her rapier dangling uselessly from her hand.  Althea struggles, bending at her narrow waist her lithe body twisting this way and that, her black hair swirling about her, but she fails to get free, or even stop his hand from rubbing at her front.  Grimly, she resigns herself to losing her rapier, expecting that to be the grappler's next move.  Instead, his hand slips down, gripping the hem of her halter top, fingers sliding underneath.  Althea can feel the muscles of the grappler's arm flex; her eyes widen in sudden realization.<br/><br/>"Oh!"  Althea gasps as, with a mighty heave, the grappler tears the top from her body, leaving her suddenly bare except for her tiny panties.  She looks down with a shocked expression as her generous breasts bounce free of their confinement.  They are perfectly formed, each just a bit more than a handful inside, round and full, yet possessing the highness and firmness of youth, capped with delicate rosey nipples, soft and pink.  Althea flushes red in embarrassment at the sudden exposure, and only notices too late that her hands are secured by the orc's rope belt.<br/><br/>"Mmm!"  Althea gasps again as the orc paws at her again, her lips parting, as his rough hands now touch bare flesh.  Even as unscientific as his groping is, Althea feels a sudden shock of pleasure shooting through her, the bare skin of her impressive breasts seemingly very sensitive to touch.  She bites her lip, trying to resist the sensation.<br/><br/>Even with her embarrassment, and the distracting touches on her sensitive bare breasts, there is no ignoring the gong, nor the strange object that the kobolds bring out.  Althea's green eyes go wide, her own plight briefly forgotten, as she watches Lia get locked into the pillory.  "What... what are you doing?"  She gasps out, breathless with a mixture of rage and... and something.