But the revenge was already underway. As Clarabelle continued to wail on Rowena’s wobbling bottom with the flat of her own dark steel greatsword, Corinna grabbed the back of Vittoria’s panties and pulled them into a painful wedgie.
“People of Dacqoise, gather around!” Auriane said, “These are the women who occupied your town, the foreigner who funded them, and the traitor who let them in! They humiliated our leaders, subjugated us, and would make us slave away producing food for the enemy army. Will we take that?”
Clarabelle had been embarrassed by being stripped, but her anger had grown beyond that emotion. She picked up Rowena’s sword and examined it, then tested it by smacking the knight’s ample backside
“For now,” Helena continued, we have to harden our defenses against another attack. Yvette, you and I will see to that.”
Broussard put away her arrow and slung her bow casually over her shoulders. “The other prisoners were taken to the basement of one of the larger bakeries, where they have locked up some of the enemy soldiers.”
“Well, well…putting you at the gate was an inspired strategy,” Helena said, smiling, “did anyone get away?”
“Or somebodies,” as Broussard said, proudly, leading a half-nude Vittoria and a still fully-clothed Lorraine into the square.
It was then Yvette reported to the scaffold. “We’ve successfully taken back every quarter of the town, and your friend has Broussard has something that might interest you.”
Clarabelle fastened Rowena into the stocks, nude as she now was, and Helena gave her a few smacks on the backside with the flat of her sword.
Just before reaching the stocks, Clarabelle, clearly taking pleasure in torturing those who did the same to her, gave a vicious tug, and the white lacey panties tore clean off Rowena’s body, the pain of the pressure on her nethers eliciting a tiny shriek from the fearsome woman.
“My eyes!” Rowena was forced to drop her sword for the second time today. In fact, for the second time since she was a child.
But unbeknownst to them, Rowena had jettisoned her boots and panties, and, now wearing nothing by some lacy panties that seemed wedged uncomfortably into her ample backside, had retrieved her sword.
With Rowena and Vittoria distracted by the bees, Helena made her way up the scaffold and started to free the townswomen from the stocks, one by one.
Unable to see while she descended, she fell to her hands and knees in front of the scaffold. Yvette smiled as she cranked her tiny catapult back and changed the payload.
She barely had time to process the sound, when her vision suddenly went white. Her henin and veil had been knocked loose, her eyes were burning, and her face was covered in cream.
In short order, she started furiously doffing her armor. First the pauldrons, then the gorget, then her breastplate and harness.
The next catapult shot landed a beehive, just feet from Rowena. A bone-shaking BZZZZZZZ came from the angry insects.
“I like you, little ginger,” Rowena said, still parrying every move Helena made, “that’s why I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to humiliate you…slowly…and enjoy every minute of it.”
“Perhaps I should find a more suitable location while you deal with this,” Vittoria said, her voice cracking with cowardice.
She hadn’t been gone long, when Rowena and Vittoria were interrupted by an unexpected voice from the square below:
“I’ll return to my cottage, I have to prepare to move somewhere better,” Lorraine said, fondling the purse of coins Vittoria had recently handed her.
The town square was nearly empty, aside from the pillories on the scaffold, in which Corinna, Eleanor, Clarabelle, and Patrice were locked, and the three women relaxing and enjoying occasionally tormenting them.
“Selma, tied them up,” the blonde with the sword said to the blonde with the mace. Selma did as told, but tied Marcia’s hands behind her back, the other two in front.
“Hurry up!” said the brunette with the spear. In a short while, May was entirely nude, her large breasts hanging down. Marcia was trying to delay removing her panties, her last article of clothing.
Marcia nodded, and quickly pulled off her mail hauberk and the tunic underneath, leaving her breasts and torso exposed. May was more circumspect, removing her boots and pants first, but trying to keep her top on.
“I suggest you quiet down,” said the brunette townswoman, waving Brittany’s spear. “Now, take off that armor and put it on the ground between you. Quickly!” ordered the blonde who had taken the sword.
“That’s the plan,” a sassy brunette in a linen dress and corset said, as the three approached the guards.
“If you came to bring us lunch, we don’t have to tell anyone you were outside,” Brittany translated, “give us those pies and go quickly, before we change our minds.”