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. (Patreon)

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 army through just the other day, they arrived at the encampment.