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Down to her shirt, corset, and panties against her nude opponent, Yvette fought back and climbed to her knees. The two women struggled.

But, filled with rage as she was, Gretchen wasn’t going to collapse so easily.

After a hard strike to the crotch, she pulled Yvettes’ leg until she slammed down onto her back. Gretchen climbed atop her, and started stripping her. First a boot. Then the other. Then her pants.

Yvette made it to her feet faster than Gretchen, and grabbed her by the hair, pulling out her pigtails and generally making a mess of it as she fumbled to get a better hold on her.

Yvette, gasping for air, landed a booted kick on her opponent’s backside, already much abused by the trap she had designed.

Gretchen fell to the ground with a thud. It was now anyone’s fight.

Yvette landed on her back at the very edge of the muddy section, and Gretchen immediately placed a foot on her throat.

 “You little bitch. I told you I’d get you for what you put me through. I told you NO ONE humiliates me!” 

Gretchen ran with all her might toward the smaller figure, who was running to ring the alarm bell.

  She was uncertain if she could catch her before it was too late, but it was a risk she was willing to take. As they turned the corner, her quarry screaming for help, she could see a wellhead and bell attached to a porch behind it. A strange choice of location for the village’s alarm bell, she thought. It looked like her enemy might get to the bell before she could stop her. But then, a miracle happened. The cobblestones with which the village had been so carefully paved, had bee...

Gretchen’s eyes narrowed. “You run, get the target to safety. I’ll take care of this!”

 “But sister, this place will be swarmed with guards of she can get their attention fast enough,” Carlotta objected. “At least take my sword!” Martina demanded. But Gretchen was already running to catch the person that had spotted them. The other sisters took Vittoria and made for the gate. “Serves you right! I hope they catch all of you!” Rowena shouted.

“I’m going to follow orders,” she said, freeing Vittoria, who immediately stretched out her arms and her back after so many hours bent over in the stocks.

“Let me go, too!” Lorraine said. Martina ignored the request and freed her two sisters.  "We've been spotted, run!" Carlotta said.

Walking to the front, she said, “Lady Vittoria, I am here to rescue you. I’ll get you out of those, but can you run?”

Walking to the front, she said, “Lady Vittoria, I am here to rescue you. I’ll get you out of those, but can you run?” “Finally!” Rowena groaned, “I didn’t think they’d send anyone.” “I’m sorry, but my orders are to leave you right where you are, Lady Rowena.” “Let me out, or I’ll catch up with you and make you pay.”

Sticking to the shadows as long as she could, she worked her way around behind the guard.

Sticking to the shadows as long as she could, she worked her way around behind the guard. Climbing the scaffold as silently as possible she positioned herself right behind Patrice, and hit her with the pommel of her sword, knocking her out.

As her vision came back into focus, she saw a courtyard with a scaffold. On it, she recognized her target, her sisters, and Rowena.

 Usually such a sign would have amused peasants throwing rotten fruit, but most of these figures seemed to have been on that scaffold a while, and the crowd had moved on to other things, leaving the prisoners guarded by a slender, ponytailed woman in town guard armor. 

Climbing up, Martina found herself in a sort of wooden chest.

Then, she looked up and saw the round hole, and realized where she was. She had to gag to keep her lunch down. Nevertheless, this was the way out she was looking for, and she squeezed herself out through the hole into what seemed to be an upper-class home. She looked around for something to wear, but heard footsteps approaching. She slipped down some stairs, and out through a door.

Blinded by the light, Martina was nude, slimy, angry, and unsure of where she was. It w...

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But she was covered in its slime, and worse, escaping dumped her into brown liquid on the ground that she hoped was mud.

 She looked down. Even her boots were gone, and she was covered in foul-smelling muck. She considered going back the way she came in. But now, she was much, much closer to the light ahead that must have indicated an opening she could emerge from. 

To her surprise, her clothes started to dissolve right off of her body.

She tried to get out, but the walls of the cube kept her trapped, although she could move inside it. Her pants, then her vest, then her blouse were gone, and soon it had dissolved her underwear, too.  Her hands shot up to her head and she was pleased to realize that it didn’t seem to harm her hair. Yet. Her boots were taking longer to dissolve as well. 

 Fumbling for her sword, she finally tried slicing her way out. She could swing it freely, until it...

She realized too late that she should have run.

As the thrust with her sword, the jiggly surface in front of her made a terrible squelching noise. It not only accepted the sword, it pulled it into itself, and did the same with Martina’s arm, then her entire body! Soon, she was swimming in the confines of some kind of cube, whose substance wasn’t quite liquid, nor was it solid!

She hadn’t been inside too long, when she heard a curious slurping noise.

She stopped walking. Nope, it wasn’t her boots. Narrowing her eyes, she peeped into the darkness down the sewage-pipe-turned-corridor. She could see the environment ahead shimmering. She had no idea why. She held her weapon at the ready.

After ducking through the pipe, the tunnel opened up. To her surprise, it was high enough for her to stand in.

She had no torch, so it was convenient that there was enough ambient light from the occasional holes in the tunnel’s ceiling. The disgusting slime made of various solids and liquids whose origins she didn’t want to contemplate luckily wasn’t even over the top of her leather boots. But the stench, there was no escaping that. In spite of this, she tried to keep her wits about her, and move forward stealthily.

Outside the walls, Martina, unaware of the failures of her sisters, was examining the fortifications for a weakness to exploit. She rubbed her sore bottom, and pulled an uncomfortable holly leaf out the back of her panties.

Then, her eyes fixed on the stream that ran under the walls of the village. On the gate side, there were heavy bars and no space that would allow entry, even for a child. But, walking around to the other end of the walls, she found that the stream came out from under the town in what seemed to be a kind of large drainage pipe. Looking down at it, she pinched her nose. “More like a sewer. But it’s a way in,” she muttered to herself. She took her sword and tried to pry ...

She was led to the town center, where she saw her mission objective, Vittoria, in the stocks, along with Rowena and others.

Seeing a powerful warrior like Rowena in this state made her shiver with fear—her enemies were more competent, perhaps, than she’d imagined. And her heart dropped as she saw Carlotta led into the town square at spearpoint moments later.  A defeated look on her face, she had her hands tied behind her back, and she was stripped to her underwear. Her face and neck were filthy for some reason, but her body was clean. The mission was lost, and they were captives—unles...

Gretchen was almost insulted that the archer and townswoman who led her away didn’t bother to tie her up. In reality, however, any threat she might have posed was mitigated by the cactus needles in her rear that made her whine with each step.

Yvette pointed and laughed. “Empirical evidence says otherwise.”

“When my sisters come to my rescue, I am going to make you pay. With every fiber of your being. No one humiliates me!”

Gretchen, who had just undergone the slow and painful process of being extricated from the cactus by the townswomen, glared at her.

“It worked!” she said, cheerfully, to no one in particular.

“I mean, I knew it would work. The engineering was precise, as I learned from the gnomes. But what I’m surprised about was someone was actually dumb enough to climb a rope that offered such convenient access to the town. I mean, only an idiot wouldn’t know it was a trap, am I right? Of course I am!”

Moments later, she was surrounded by spear-wielding townswomen. And a petite, begoggled woman in striped pants and a leather corset was starting at her, arms crossed, with a huge smile on her face.

The silence broken, and her apprehension inevitable, Gretchen let out a series of expletives and threats directed at the hypothetical creator of the trap that had systematically stripped her, spanked her, hit her with a pie in the face, and landed her ass-first on a cactus.

Of course, her attempts at silence were also moot, as whoever had decided to place a cactus there, presumably the person who placed the rope above the quicksand, spilled the oil, and installed the flagpole and plank, had thought enough in advance to install a bell, attached by a short piece of wood, into the cactus.

 It had clanged in alarm the moment her burning backside had been pierced with spiny cactus needles. 

(You can see the bell in the last pic, to the right of the cactus, sorry you can't see it here, but, given the view, I think you may forgive me.)

Even though she was on a stealth mission, she couldn’t help but let out a short, high-pitched squeal as her well-spanked cheeks made contact with the spiny plant.

If she HAD looked down, she would have seen the ground down below, and the giant potted cactus that had been carefully placed below the plank, flagpole, oil puddle, and climbing rope.