Helena turned around and pointed her own sword at her. (Patreon)

When her eyes stopped burning from the pepper in the pie, she saw something she hadn’t seen before: she was soundly defeated. She looked to her sword, but realized she had no time to reach it. She was a prisoner, at least for now. “You cheating coward! I’ll make you pay!”

 Helena smiled in response. “What was that you said about humiliating me slowly? I think the tables have turned. Ah-ah, don’t move now.” Gesturing to Clarabelle, Helena ordered, “Let’s get her in the stocks.” Clarabelle didn’t usually enjoy taking orders, especially from strangers, but this time was different. “My pleasure!” she said as she approached the defeated knight from behind. Grabbing her arm in one hand and the waist of her panties in the other, she pulled Rowena into a painful wedgie, keeping the knight nearly on her tiptoes as she walked her up the scaffold steps.