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Ophelia, overconfident, failed to sidestep Rowena’s attack in time, and her dress paid the price. She was reduced to her bra, corset, panties and boots. This couldn’t be happening! There was no way this knight could defeat her!

She lashed out and tore Rowena’s gauntlets from her, one at a time, to show the superiority of her technique. The difference was that Rowena had watched Ophelia fight, and wasn’t expecting this to be easy, so she wasn’t as shaken as Ophelia losing her belt.

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I'm really looking forward to the rest of this story.  These will be the scenes I first envisioned when I thought of doing a prequel.

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Yet another month

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To her surprise, Ophelia missed a parry. She heard a “clank” and her armored belt fell to the ground. She could hardly believe that this black knight was stripping her, even of such an insignificant clothing item.

Reprising her strategy from humiliating the redhead with the rude mouth, she cut away her opponent’s surcoat.

This left Rowena’s black stockings partially exposed, but, as she was wearing plate armor, she was still relatively covered up. Ophelia planned to change that as soon as possible.

Ophelia approached her, now extremely confident after having so easily bested the mercenary. Clearly these warriors were beneath her.

 She raised her blade and charged. 

Important news--Patrons won't be billed for June

Hello and thank you to my wonderful patrons.

Do to a change in my circumstances, there will be no updates in June.  But you also won't be billed, as I put the account on pause.  It's a shame, as I was just getting to my favorite part of the story that I had been looking forward to since the beginning, but chan...

Rowena held her sword behind her head and stretched, “I’d like the chance.”

“Maybe that will teach you a thing or two about speaking up to your betters,” Mariana grinned. “You, knight in black, what do you have to say, do you think you could do better?”

Rowena looked up at her with a smile. “Couldn’t resist trying them, hmmm?” she mocked.

Mariana’s troops picked the thoroughly-beaten mercenary and dragged her to the stocks.

She barely put up any resistance as the locked her in the pillory where she had her enemies only a short time ago. 

The faster she ran, the harder Ophelia hit her, until her backside was practically glowing red.

 Realizing that escape was futile, she collapsed to her knees and curled up in a defensive ball on the ground. 

“I yield, I yield!” the humiliated mercenary captain shouted. But Ophelia had no plans to let her off so easy after being called an ungainly heifer.

As Maeve turned tail, Ophelia ran right behind her, chastising her exposed backside with the flat of her sword, much to the amusement of the spectating crowd.  

She began to lunge, then pulled back into a parry, but it was too late. The expert swordswoman with the long braid hat cut her greaves from her, leaving her in nothing but her boots.

As the breeze blew over her red-haired pubic mound as it blows blades of grass, she stared for a moment in disbelief, not even bothering to hold her weapon defensively. This gave Ophelia the perfect opportunity to disarm her.

But just as Maeve attributed Ophelia’s success to luck, SLASHSLASHCUTSLASH! Maeve’s gambeson was split to ribbons, and blew away in the wind, leaving her topless.

She couldn’t believe the wind on her nipples and had to look down to confirm what Ophelia had just done. The mercenary was regretting agreeing to this challenge, but perhaps she could get the better of Ophelia yet. 

Maeve was surprised at how well the larger woman dodged and parried her attacks. Then, suddenly, with a few judicious strikes, Ophelia cut the surcoat from her opponent.

Concerned, Maeve stopped attacking and started to fight defensively. Someone who could cut her very clothes from her body with such ease could just as easily run her through! But perhaps her opponent had just gotten lucky.

The two women squared off, each cautious of their opponent, trying different guards and feigning attacks to determine how their opponent responded.

Ophelia drew her sword and stepped forward.

“What about me? I reconquered the town!” Maeve said.

Mariana's eyes narrowed.  “I still hadn’t addressed you. But we will deal with you now. You think you are an excellent warrior?  The best of the best?” 

“I’m a veteran of many battles. I always win. You should hire me to command your forces.” Maeve said, with confidence. 

“Are you...

Broussard saluted, which looked odd in her nude state. Helena also made a gesture of fealty.

Clarabelle frowned. “This town needs me now, as much as ever. I am going to have to stay.” Yvette shyly spoke up. “I’m not leaving. My workshop is here.”

Mariana opened a portal to her headquarters and sent Helena and Broussard along for that bath and equipment. Vittoria also used the portal to Mariana's base ...

“Helena here provided the strategy. I led some of the teams that took down the army, and Yvette here…” “My traps and inventions maximized our assets to liberate the town,” Yvette said, proudly.

 Mariana smiled, “Well, judging by the position I found you in, it was all for naught.”

“Then my band of mercenaries arrived, took the town easily, and freed the soldiers and their previous commander from these stocks right here!” Maeve said.

“I didn’t address you, yet, sell-sword,” Mariana resp...

Maeve hesitated, but Mariana was having none of it. “You! Let them out and tell me what they are in there for.”

“This one’s an archer, she helped the denizens of this little cow pasture to defeat the conquering army, along with this knight here,” Maeve said as she was opening the stocks. “The eccentric waif over here is an inventor that was part of the plot, and the cow here heads up the local guard.

“Archer, knight! Wh...

Vittoria, a merchant noble, never passed up an opportunity when one presented itself. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Sorceress-queen. I am Duchess Vittoria Romoli. I have been funding the sisters’ expedition, but your mention of something more grand intrigues me.”

Mariana smiled, “An opportunist with gold. Perhaps you can be a part of my plans. Meet me in my new headquarters, just use the portal I am about to open. We shall speak later. For now, introduce me to all of the people up here I don’t know. Start with the ones in the stocks. Let them out.”

“Sorceresses don’t negotiate with failed apprentices any more than ravens treat with mice.” Selena put a restraining hand on Fiona’s shoulder, but the angry mage shook it off as she stepped forward. “Now you listen--”

“I’ve had enough of this dreadfully boring conversation. I’ll deal with you two later.” Mariana made a few gestures with her hands, and Selena and Fiona found themselves paralyzed. They could see and hear, but they couldn’t move and could almost speak, although only muffled noises came out, as if ...

Now it was Fiona and Selena’s turn to blush. Their retinue watched in silence. Trying to keep her composure, Fiona said, “Wait, WE were going to conquer Plouffe. But perhaps we can reach a compromise.”

“That’s not a very nice way to greet an old acquaintance, now, is it?” Mariana responded. “But I’ll tell you. I conquered Plouffe, and I’m planning something MUCH bigger. I heard that you had invaded this little cow pasture, but I didn’t believe it. I suppose you two always did like your sweets, although it used to show more.”