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“Ah, Rowena. You’ve come back to us. And your loyal troops, who love you so much,” Fiona said in a sarcastic tone.

Selena smiled at her, then waved her hand and chanted under her breath. The ropes tying Rowena’s wrists instantly fell to a loose pile on the ground, allowing her to move her sore shoulders into a natural position for the first time in hours. Rowena started to speak, but Fiona interrupted her before she could even get an entire syllable out of her mouth. “Remember when you were last at this inn? I said I had something for the loser of the contest, that winning was prefe...

“What’s this?” said Fiona, as she stepped out. Selena followed with a knowing grin on her face. Rowena had been hoping that this meeting would happen indoors, out of the eyes of her troops. The sorceresses, though, seemed to have other ideas.

Astrid stepped aside and saluted, as did the nearby troops. Fiona waved to the army, tossed a few coins to the mercenary, and dismissed her. Under normal circumstances, Rowena would have been glad to see any mercenary go. But now the sisters focused their attention on the matter at hand—her.

The tension was palpable as the door creaked open. The army had rarely seen the sisters since they had occupied this camp. And they had rarely seen them in general, as they tended to travel by closed carriage. Some of the soldiers had never caught a glimpse of them.

Everyone dropped what they were doing and watched as the mercenaries helped Rowena dismount from the horse, and approached the inn.

Her pride hurt, Rowena snarled, “Hands off, you mercenary bitch. I could kill you without another thought.” The mercenary, looking down at Rowena’s tied hands, called her bluff. “Do you think the sisters wouldn’t find you?” Rowena bowed her head, resigned. She already knew she had to go through with this, as the mercenary knocked on the inn door. Rowena took a deep breath as she waited for the response.

Some dried up something or other besmirched her face and hair, and her ample backside was red as an apple. Her eyes were glassy, and the kohl she wore around them ran in streaks down her face—she had been crying.

The soldiers looked up in shock as they saw their commander. She was entirely nude, her hands tied behind her back. While Rowena’s heft was widely known, and unmistakable, even in armor, the soft, flabby contours of her torso surprised them.

Rocky ground, scores and scores of military tents. The tiny, steep-peaked houses of the village nearby, and the inn, unusually large for such a hamlet, that had been commandeered as the command center.

Meanwhile, Rowena sat backward astride a horse for the first time in her life. She gritted her teeth as the motion of the horse agitated her already well-spanked backside.

Unsuccessfully she attempted to hold back tears. She could not be seen crying by her troops.  She had already thought of escaping. The mercenaries leading her would barely provide a challenge, even nude and unarmed as she was, but the magical sisters would be a different story. There was no escaping them. She’d have to face them.

After a few hours’ travel beyond the river through increasingly mountainous and barren terrain, a landscape that she had led her ar...

Then Eliana followed suit with Helena and Private Broussard.

Maeve did the same to Clarabelle.

Gretchen plastered the first across Yvette’s face.

“The soldiers told me she’s the one that started them using the peppered pies to blind them,” one of the mercenaries added.

“We found a cache of those, still unused,” another chimed in. “Bring them here!” Eliana ordered, looking to Maeve for confirmation, “I was hit with those and I want revenge.” Maeve nodded in agreement.

“Gretchen!” Maeve said, “Your sisters told me you ran off on your own.”

“Don’t be fooled by her size,” Gretchen replied, “This one is exceptionally nasty. She designed traps that were especially…um, painful make her hurt the way her traps hurt me, I implore you.”

Unexpectedly, the spankings stopped. Clarabelle lifted her head up to see, as best as she could from her position, what the commotion was.

 Two mud-covered figures were walking across the square toward them, one with her hands bound behind her back. She sighed in disappointment when she realized that that figure was Yvette.   "I have another!" the captor shouted as they mounted the scaffold.

. It wasn’t very long before her backside was red with lines where the flat of Maeve’s sword had slapped against it. She tried her best to keep her composure, and not let her enemy have power over her mind—just her body.

Lady Helena did not escape the punishment, either.

while Maeve tanned Clarabelle’s hide.

Eliana was smacking Broussard’s backside with the flat of her sword,

That’s when the floggings started.

It wasn’t long before she was locked in the stocks alongside them.

Maeve was just starting to taunt Clarabelle when a mercenary named Eliana showed up, with a tall, nude brunette prisoner. Helena was disappointed to see that Private Broussard had been defeated.

A few minutes later, the mercenaries had gathered up those who had provided the greatest resistance. Some were tied and led off to the same basements the mercenaries were freeing Rowena’s soldiers from, but Clarabelle and Helena were transported to the stocks in the town square, where Maeve could gloat over their defeat.

“I’ll have a security detail deliver you to the sisters as you are.”

“But you can’t! The camp is full of soldiers under my command!” “You couldn’t get the job done, and this town is under my command. It will be as I say.”

With that, Maeve opened the stocks and let first Lorraine, then Rowena free.

“Troops, get this farmgirl some clothes and send her on her way.” “What about my reward? From Vittoria? They took it when they captured me.” “What reward?” Maeve said, “Now take the clothes and get out of here, before I change my mind.”

Rubbing her sore behind, Rowena looked at Maeve. “Anything you want to say?” Maeve said, hand on the hilt of her sword. “Thank you for rescuing me. May I have my armor now?”

A few minutes later, Rowena was in tears. She simply wanted it all to stop. “Alright! I admit it. You won, I lost.” “And?” “Ow! You are the better warrior.”

The knight usually had a high pain tolerance, but the townspeople had already put her hindquarters through their paces over the time she was in the stocks. Each slap brought out a little whine.

 “Admit it!” Maeve said, “You couldn’t hold the city. I win the bet, and I’m the better warrior.” “Never!” 

Maeve walked behind her and smiled. “I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson, yet. I’ll let you go when you are properly contrite.”

With that, she started punishing Rowena’s ample backside with her bare hand. “My, look at it jiggle!”

“You bitch, let me out of here!” Rowena spat.

 “Now, now, is that any way to talk to your savior?” 

As she approached Rowena, she smiled. “My, my…I heard about it, but I almost couldn’t believe it. Perhaps I should order the milkmaid here to get a bucket and milk you,” she said, gesturing to Lorraine.

“Well,” Maeve mused, “Nothing to see here, from your performance OR your looks. Disappointing like this whole disgusting little cow-town.”

They picked up Helena’s unconscious body and piled it on Clarabelle’s. Then, Maeve made her way to the town square and its scaffold.