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“Mariana!” Selena gasped. The redheaded sorceress smiled. “Well, you two are looking…better than when you were tossed out of the Tower of Arcana and into the swamps of the Misty Isles.” “Why are you here?” Fiona asked, trying to seem indignant through her fear.

Rowena and Maeve were shocked, and gripped their swords, ready to spring into action if given the order.

The crowd of townspeople*, and the soldiers who had ushered them into the square all seemed uncertain what to think. Vittoria just seemed surprised. Selena seemed as much concerned as surprised, an...

“None of that will be necessary,” said a commanding voice as two women stepped through a round portal that distorted space around it.

 The speaker was a striking woman in a black dress trimmed with red, her green eyes shining from behind flowing crimson hair. Next to her was a solidly-built woman in white, her blonde hair fa...

In what seemed like very little time, the approaching army arrived and surrounded the walls. The banners were not those of the Kingdom of Plouffe, causing some confusion among the ranks inside the town. A bugle sounded, a clear call for a parley.

“Well, there you have it, the parley” Fiona said to Selena, “How long until she surrenders? She knows we have plenty of reinforcements coming.” Selena nodded, then...

Vittoria looked surprised. “So the queen has decided to move against us. I didn’t think she had it in her.”

“How long until they arrive?” Maeve asked the mercenary. 

“Not long, captain. Maybe an hour at best.”

“Do you think the modest walls of this village will hold?” Maeve s...

“Captain! Captain!” A well-armored mercenary ran into the square and jumped onto the scaffold, almost out of breath from the exertion of running or shouting, or both.

When she met Maeve’s gaze, the captain wordlessly nodded to the group of women standing in front of her. “Your majesties!” the mercenary responded, with a curtsey.

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Fiona grinned at Rowena’s obvious discomfort. Then, she pointed to the stocks behind her. “Well, I’ve given these four, who I consider the least harmless in the town, a thorough working over. But, if it suits the fancies of your majesties to have a go at them, too, be my guest.”

“Bring out the citizens from their shelters. I want them all to see what happens when you oppose the Foxglove sisters!” Fiona said, a spark flying between her fingers.

“Who is the erstwhile ruler of this motley crew?” Selena asked. “Oh, they have a magistrate. My mercs were given orders to locate her and give her an attitude adjustment. But then, my crew probably has adjusted the entire town’s attitude.”

“These simple townsfolk had the nerve to rise up against OUR army? Bring them before us, and we will put them through hell. We’ll torture them in ways they can barely imagine, right, Rowena?”...

Fiona frowned, “So who is this last one?”

“Oh, that’s their local guard captain.” “Constable ,” said Clara. “Right, such a pig sty of a village doesn’t have a ‘guard captain’,” Maeve corrected, “but get this…her nam...

“And that brings us to this muddy little mouse over here. She’s local, apparently an eccentric. Want to explain to their majesties how you defeated Rowena and her army?”

Yvette was silent. “They need to hear this, so their army doesn’t lose that way again.” Yvette stayed silent. Rowena blushed even more. Maeve walked around behind Yvette an...

“The redhead here, is a knight from the capital, apparently. She was able to best Rowena, but not me.” “She had help!” Rowena objected.

“She did,” Maeve responded, “but I was able to beat her anyway. Perhaps because I’m a proper warrior, not some porker squeezed into body-flattering armor.” 

“So, tell me who this lot is,” Fiona said. “This one,” Maeve said, pointing to Broussard, “is an archer from the capital…one of three who arrived and overthrew your vaunted commander, but I was able to bring them to heel.”

And Rowena, you couldn’t stay away, could you? You missed our little fun when we last met here?” Rowena blushed at the suggestion.

For the first time, the sorcerous sisters witnessed Dacqoise, and its town square, with its scaffold of pillories, currently hosting Helena, Private Broussard, Clarabelle, and Yvette.

“Your highnesses!” Maeve said, bowing, “It’s good to see you. And Duchess Vittoria, thank you for coming.  

Having arrived at Dacqoise, they found the gates open and a welcoming party of Maeve’s mercenaries, who led the soldiers to supplies and reunited them with the units that had been captured while under Rowena’s command. Another mercenary led Rowena, the sisters, and Vittoria to the town square.

The next day, the sisters marched for Dacqoise with their large army, Rowena on horseback leading the column.

Rowena had been comfortable on horseback since the first time she had mounted one. Her trip back to headquarters from Dacqoise had been the only time she was ever uncomfortable sitting on a steed, ...

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Rowena closed her eyes and tried in vain to imagine she was somewhere else. But each jeer, each smack of the paddle, brought her right back to reality. In her mind, the paddling seemed to last forever.

But in reality, it lasted just under an hour. By that point, the soldiers, who had been amused at first, were starting to feel very uncomfortable. This, of course, is what the so...

Suspended in the air with her arms magically pulled up over her head, there was little Rowena could do but take the paddling. The magical paddle moved at Selena’s will, punishing both cheeks. “Look at that flab jiggle!” Fiona said, as loudly as possible.

“I bet you didn’t know she looked like that under all that armor” Selena said to the surrounding soldiers. “Darathea?” Fiona called, “Capture this moment.” Darathea was the expedition...

Rowena was becoming concerned, as she hadn’t felt the effects of the new spell, even though the magical lightning lingered, causing her the occasional shock. But Fiona could see a paddle appearing in the air, right behind the warrior woman.

“Good show,” said a smiling Selena, “quite a nice job you did with your tiny little wand there. I, myself, prefer something with a little more heft and girth,” she said, waving her notably longer and thicker wand. Fiona glared angrily at her as she waved it and cast a spell.

The army watched their disgraced commander jiggling with each shock, her hair rising up and becoming messy, her cheeks as red as could be.

Rowena screamed as the sparks tortured her already-sore posterior.

She pointed her palm at Rowena, and, instantly, bolts of electricity engulfed the still-levitating knight’s voluptuous backside.

“I see where you’re going with this, and I like it,” Fiona mused. “Would you like to do the honors, then?” Selena asked chummily. “But of course!”

 With a chant, and the wave of her wand, blue lightning started to form in her other hand.  

With a wave, Rowena started to levitate. She writhed about, but there was nothing she could do to fight it.

 Selena smiled as she muttered some chant that forced the knight’s arms up over her head, and caused her to spin around slowly and continuously, showing her front and then her back alternate...

“Why, sister, I think you just answered your own question!” Selena said, instantly producing a wand as if from thin air.

“You will armor up, and travel with the army,” Selena said. Rowena nearly breathed a sigh of relief. “BUT,” Fiona added, “And that’s one BIG BUTT you hide under that armor,” she continued, getting a chorus of hearty guffaws from the army assembled behind Rowena, whose view allowed them to appreciate the joke, “We need to do something about your failure first, but what?”

“It was a hard spanking, I’ll admit, but hardly tort-“ “STOP,” Fiona growled, “you aren’t making your case any better. We’ll know soon if Maeve was able to do what you couldn’t. At dawn, we’re moving the entire army to Dacqoise.”

A cheer went up from the nearby army, and spread through those that were too far away to hear as the news was passed back. The assault was starting, and the first conquest ensured good food for the...

Selena took over before Fiona presented a monologue. “You said you could win with troops. And you did. But the deal was to hold the village for a day. You couldn’t hold that puny little village with its pathetic, dumpy, pastry-fattened townsfolk. What kind of precedent do you think that sets?”

“But—“ Rowena started to defend herself. “That was a rhetorical question,” Selena interrupted, “meaning it needs no answer from you. It sets a very bad precedent. What’s more, you got...