To Helenaâs surprise, Maeveâs sword handling was the best she had ever seen. Precise microcutsâa strap here, a seam there, and her breastplate and tunic had been removed.
âWell,â said Maeve, âI DO hope YOUâRE a challenge. I wonder how this pathetic town defeated poor Rowena.â
Clara let out a small shriek as Maeve smacked her generous backside with the flat of her sword three times, before knocking her out with a blow from the pommel.
With lightning speed, the Mercenary knocked the sword from her hand, kicked it away, ran behind the shocked constable, and tugged her panties up into her nethers.
Clara was shocked and dismayed as her armor and clothing slowly clattered to the ground or blew away in the breeze.
Clara tried not to be goaded into exchanging insults with her opponent. The blows they were exchanging were slowly stripping away her armor!
The constable was confident as the action started. She parried several times, but was unable to get past the mercenariesâ defenses.
As Clarabelle disarmed her opponent, one of the townswomen added insult to injury by hurling a well-aimed pie.
Until finally, Gretchen had the inventor in a painful hold she had studied during her mercenary training.
A knee in the crotch here, a leglock there, the two women struggled on the soft earth around the well, getting filthy in the process.
Down to her shirt, corset, and panties against her nude opponent, Yvette fought back and climbed to her knees. The two women struggled.
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 opponentâs backside, already much abused by the trap she had designed.
Yvette landed on her back at the very edge of the muddy section, and Gretchen immediately placed a foot on her throat.
âIâm going to follow orders,â she said, freeing Vittoria, who immediately stretched out her arms and her back after so many hours bent over in the stocks.
Walking to the front, she said, âLady Vittoria, I am here to rescue you. Iâll get you out of those, but can you run?â
As her vision came back into focus, she saw a courtyard with a scaffold. On it, she recognized her target, her sisters, and Rowena.
But she was covered in its slime, and worse, escaping dumped her into brown liquid on the ground that she hoped was mud.
After ducking through the pipe, the tunnel opened up. To her surprise, it was high enough for her to stand in.
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.
She was led to the town center, where she saw her mission objective, Vittoria, in the stocks, along with Rowena and others.