D&D: Stand your ground and try to withstand the tackle

From Create Your Own Story

While stronger than you look, you're without match to the much larger human, finding great difficulty keeping any semblance of balance. He grabs a meaty hand around your weapon arm's wrist, the other hand taking your leg; your free hand curls a fist and jabs into his nose to cause a bleed, but aside from his wince you have done little to stop him raising your body off of the ground. The terrible rush of cold adrenaline signals your sudden descent as he slams you into the center of the ring, causing you to lose much of your breath as well as experience a flash of jagged light warp your vision for the strike your head has just made on the rough terrain.

The man's hand releases your wrist only to give you a strong backhand across the face followed by a heavy weight pressing into your stomach. He has his knee pressed below your ribcage, restricting recovery, and though he should claim victory here and now, the large hand rips away your deerskin, leather straps being your only modesty at the torso. You shudder at the sheer strength it must have taken to rip your enhanced leather armor with such little effort. At this, there's a sudden voice of whispers among the spectators, especially by the warriors in waiting.

"What are you doing?" Andin speaks in concerned accusation, Hansel ignores him and tears away at the leather straps over your chest, you see through blurry vision Andin standing into the ring "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!"

A few others stand, the half-orc's hand taking Andin's shoulder "No rules being broken."

Andin is hardly deterred, trying to push out of the grip and stand closer, only managing to reach one step which the Half-orc takes with him in order to better position himself. A quick scuffle ensues, but Andin is ultimately subdued by both the Half-Orc himself and the social pressure from several disapproving looks that he gained while trying to interrupt the spectacle.

Meanwhile, your chest has been exposed. He quickly manages to grapple with you until you are flipped over onto your front, and now he is forcefully pulling the leather down your legs and revealing your undergarments. Hansel quickly rips your waistband in a similar fashion as he did to your armor, making use of the loose band to jerk the pants down over your flared hips and toned rear, only stopping when your pants slip past your feet. He reaches around between your legs and underneath your panties, and your hidden arousal is immediately exposed to him as he possessively gropes your mound, manhandling in front of the entire crowd, causing you to shriek in outrage and fear. Those shrieks soon turn into muffled yelps as he begins to molest your pinned and helpless body.

His fingers change their tactics from the rough groping from before, no longer simply content with cupping your mound and grinding his palm into your clit. He begins to slide his fingers up and down your labia, massaging your outer mons and stroking your inner lips, forcing you to stifle a moan. He slowly strokes down to tease your hole, only to work his way back up to work on the sides of your clitoral hood. Hansel slowly works his fingers around your clit, and when he finally pulls back your clitoral hood to massage your clit directly, you can no longer bite back the moans, letting a loud shuddering gasp out as you moan like a 3 copper whore.

His other hand snakes around to your breasts, tweaking your sensitive nipples, and squeezing you almost uncomfortably hard as he pins you with the weight of his chest on your back and his leg wrapped around your thigh.

The message is clear "You aren't an arena fighter, you nothing more than my toy"

He chuckles in your ear

"You're aching for this aren't you slut? We'll just have to scratch that itch of yours together" He growls into your pointed ear, too quiet for the crowd to hear

With a mighty roar he grabs your bra and panties in each hand, and tears them from you. You yelp in pain at the snapping of the garments, and despair as you hear a similar roar from the excited crowd. There will be no help from the bloodthirsty masses today.

Hansel places his hands over yours, gripping them into one hand and reaching down to take hold of his leggings...

D&D: You still have plenty of strength, raise your knee to slam his crotch against his knuckles

D&D: You decide you're in no position to retaliate just yet, regardless of what's about to happen

D&D: You call out to the other fighters for help in a "Special circumstance"