Yield, knowing you'll face the consequences of a lost battle.
From Create Your Own Story
Status: LARP costume: skirt, thong, and bustier
"I yield," your voice not much more than a hoarse whisper.
"Hah, Moktar wins again, your weapons and your armor now, elven cunt."
You let go of your staff and Moktar kicks it away. Then you sigh, and slowly start unlacing your bustier. You look up and you can see Moktar's eyes, but his face is hidden behind the mask. He laughs that wicked laugh again and you shudder while thinking about the bra you left at home. The laces drop down and as your bustier opens, your large breasts spring free as you shrug out of your armor. Moktar grabs the bustier and hooks it on to his belt.
"Stand up, elf cunt" he demands. You do so and he pulls a leather rope strip from his pack. He spins you around and pulls your wrists behind you and loops the rope over them, quickly knotting your hands in place. He walks around in front of you and leers at your proud tits that are thrust forward. He places another strap around your head and tightens a gag into your mouth.
"Can't have the elf cunt yelling for help now," he chuckles. "Walk back into the woods, it's time for you to pay."
