A Royal Battle...Zoraida and Makurro vs Zaleria and Seline.

Zaleria made her way to the announcer’s pavilion near Syndra’s own private box.  A pair of elite Enferian guards crossed their spears when she came near, but Syndra nodded to them to allow her entry.  This was all very unusual, and Aloysius looked at Syndra, confused.  Syndra merely smiled.  She either knew what was about to happen, or was curious to let it play out.

Zaleria walked over to the device that projected Aloysius’s voice.  Aloysius looked at Syndra yet again, pausing for a moment, as in disbelief.  But Syndra really seemed to want the crowd to hear what this interesting-looking young woman had to say.  From her clothes, she was obviously rich, and obviously eccentric, he thought, but there was no way she could have been a day over 20.

Walking up to the voice projector, the young woman pulled out a scroll.  “I call to challenge her majesty Zoraida, Queen of Nysia, according to the Charter of the Kingdom of Nysia.”

In her private pavilion, Zoraida flipped her lid.  “Look!  It’s my sister!  Here….how?”
“Zoraida, Enferia is watching,” warned the voice projecting through the arena.  Zoraida got up from her seat, and with her retinue, made her way to the announcer’s box.   Zaleria spoke up again, “I have challenged you.  How do you respond?”

“First of all, where did you get that?  I keep it in my tow--” Zoraida said, grabbing at the scroll in her hand.   Zaleria pulled it back.  “I have my ways,” Zaleria responded, the raven on her shoulder crowing back in response.  Turning back to the crowd, she spoke again to the assembled masses.  

“This is the charter of Nysia.  It states that anyone with a claim on the throne at least equal to that of the current monarch can challenge.”   “Darling, that charter is old and rarely invoked,” Zoraida said.  Zaleria smiled, “I’m using it right now, in front of all of Enferia.”  “I’m not going to kill my own sister in a duel.”  Zaleria smiled, “That’s why I came here to do it…lots of witnesses, and nobody gets hurt.”  “Oh, how thoughtful of you,” Zoraida said sarcastically, “I put forth the Ebon Whisper as my champion.”  Zaleria grinned, “I put forth Seline the mage as my champion.”

The spy smiled menacingly at Seline.  Zoraida wasn’t satisfied.  “I will add her new apprentice, Wanda.”  At this, Syndra’s face, devoid of emotion up to this point, raised an eyebrow.  Zaleria quickly responded, “I think you know Eleanor.”  Zoraida seemed crestfallen at the mention of Eleanor.  “And to that, I add Hilevi, the Warbringer.”  “She will be matched by Miryala, the Elven Avenger.”  “Hilevi will bring her mercenaries.”  Zaleria paused, as if thinking, “and Miryala is bringing…um…two tavern maids?”  Zaleria seemed worried.  Miryala, still outside the box, stepped into earshot.  “My cousin, the healer, will join me.””  Syndra nodded in consent, then stood up, walking over to the Queen of Nysia.

“This could go on all day, I see, without a royal intervention.  You will have your challenge here, tomorrow, at the main event.  It will be a group melee, according to the customary rules of the arena—forfeits included.  But I have one important stipulation for the claimants to the throne.”  She paused dramatically, while Zaleria and Zoraida looked on in anticipation.

“You, yourselves, will fight. Both of you.  Your champions may help you or hinder you as they see fit.  Let us hope you chose loyal people.  But you will fight, and be subject to the same rules of my arena as anywhere else.  Including…” she paused again, smiling, “the forfeits.”

“I object.  This is a Nysian matter, you have no authorit-“ Syndra interrupted stormily, “THIS IS MY ARENA.  If you use it, you follow MY rules.  If not, enjoy fighting your sister without my magic wards.”

Zoraida looked down at the ground, clearly not happy that her sister had managed to issue a challenge, legal by the charter of her kingdom, to take her crown.  She’d have to win, no matter what it took.  Zaleria bit her lip.  This had been her plan for some time now, but now that the moment was upon her, she feared what might happen if she lost.  Everything was on the line.

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The following day, the contestants gathered at the arena.

Aloysius, sounding more excited than usual, introduced the fight.  "We have something very special for you, today, ladies and gentlemen.  It's a melee that will decide the fate of the Kingdom of Nysia.  We have Zoraida, Queen of Nysia on one side, and the challenger, her sister Zaleria on the other.  Combat will start with two champions from each team.  Shortly after, four more champions will enter from each team.  Then, the claimants themselves will be let into the arena.  The games continue until one whole side has been stripped of everything but their shoes.  Stripped competitors can still participate, unless their opponents figure out a means to neutralize them.  Anyone can attack anyone, and, as our gracious Queen has stipulated, the same goes for the forfeit round.  Anyone from the winning team can put anyone from the losing team through their paces.  You might see a barmaid lording over a queen, or a mercenary over a princess!"

Aloysius cleared his throat.  "First, we have The Ebon Whisper, and Wanda, the Red Rose, against Seline the Spatial Mage, and Eleanor, the artist."

((Don't worry too much about the sheer number of combatants...attack who you like and the others will play it out, unless Seline attacks them or for some reason they attack her. Also feel free to have Lillith make a bet, this one isn't entirely up to chance.))

Seline entered the battlefield. Her experience with the Ebon Whisperer told her to be careful. So, she hung back. Using her illusion abilities she made herself appear five feet to the right of where she actually was. That way if anyone attacked her they'd hit there and she'd have the jump on them!

Eleanor looked terrified. She had never wanted to set foot in this arena, and her first experience had been painful and humiliating. There were still specks of green paint in her hair, and red streaks on her legs and backside. She held her brush with both hands, terrified of what might happen should she lose this time.

The Ebon whisper surveyed the field. She knew Seline was a force to be reckoned with, and Eleanor not so much. "Get the painter," she hissed to Wanda, thinking that if they stripped the easier or the two opponents quickly, they would have a distinct advantage.

Wanda charged straight at Eleanor, while the Ebon Whisper took a more indirect route. Eleanor looked on, terrified, and raised her brush toward Wanda. Wanda stopped in her tracks, and looked, almost mesmerized, at the air in front of her. She took off a glove, then scooped up something only she could see, putting it in her mouth. Smiling, she unbuckled her belt and let it drop to the ground as she reached for another imaginary pastry.

Eleanor was pleased with her success, until a blade from behind cut straight down the seam of her dress. Makurro pulled the fabric up over her head, and picked the brush out of her hand, before kicking her in the backside, sending her sprawling into the sand in her bra and panties.

The Ebon whisper then walked up to Wanda and slapped her. "Quit fooling around, we have work to do." With Eleanor's concentration broken, and her brush taken from her, there was no way to keep Wanda in her spell. The redhead ran to where Eleanor was lying int he sand, and, hooking her fingers int he sides of her panties, pulled them down to her thighs. Eleanor grabbed Wanda's pants and tried to tug them down, as Wanda pulled on the panties until her legs were in the air.

The Ebon Whisper now targeted Seline, with a shuriken attack.

As Seline hoped, Ebon Whisperer's shuriken flew to her illusionary image. The Ebon raised an eyebrow, confused. It was Seline's moment to strike! She had an urge to defend her partner, who was failing miserably, but decided the Ebon whisperer was too dangerous to leave to her own devices.

So, Seline focused her mind, intent on teleporting away the whisperer's top!

"Maaaage!" Makurro said threateningly, as the image before her disappeared and she felt her top bieng whisked away, leaving a pink bra underneath.

At that moment, the arena gates opened up, and Hilevi confidently stode onto the sands, a team of three mercenaries behind her. On the other side, an uncertain-looking elf with a painted face led a ragtag team of another elf, and two barmaids onto the field. Hilevi made straight for Niniane, and her mercenaries likewise ignored the other opponents in favor of the barmaid and elf who had sent them to jail in the first place.

Meanwhile, Wanda removed Eleanor's panties before a well-placed kick from the artist caused her to bend over in pain.

Seline was locked onto Makurro. She was attempting another teleportation, this time on the bra! Some real nudity would probably embarrass her, make her drop her guard!

The only problem was, repeated teleportations were difficult to pull off. It meant dropping her illusionary shield, her true location being revealed...

This one was for all the marbles. As Zoraida's personal spy and enforcer, Makurro needed her side to win this battle. The other side had produced almost no one of consequence, by her estimation. Zoraida's pathetic ex-lover. Some whacky elf with a painted face, and another elf, who she recognized as the healer-slave Zoraida had, who had recently disappeared. Two barmaids from the local tavern. None of these opponents were worthy of her.

Then there was Seline. Seline had nearly beat her in the arena last time. Makurro smiled when she remembered how humiliatingly she had tied up her opponent last time, and the shameful place she had left her wand. But this was no time to be stuck in her own head. Her top had disappeared, and now she felt the same thing happening to her bra. She didn't just plan on winning, she hoped to be dressed when she did!

Then, she saw her. She locked eyes with Seline, and charged her, leaping into an aerial somersault while grabbing her robe.

Meanwhile, Eleanor waved her brush again, creating an illusion that caused Wanda to shed her pants and boots in terror, as she tried to back away from her assailant.

A quick slash from Hilevi's glaive tore Niniane's skirt off, as the three mercenaries surrounded the elf known as Miryala. Belle stood by helpless, as the second elf, Manda, tried to engage one of them, receiving a quick punch in the face for herefforts that left her sprawled on the ground. "You're the ones that put us away..." Giuliana said to Miryala, "and now you're gonna pay." At that moment, Miryala swung her sword at Giuliana's corset, tearing it open. The viewing sphere darted over to show the flesh popping back to its uncompressed state, exposing a large belly and saggy breasts. Giuliana frowned and gestured to the other two mercenaries. Sarasia swept Miryala's leg out from under her, and knocked her weapon away from her. This didn't look good.

Seline attempted to teleport Makurro's bra, but the woman flew into action. It was much holder to teleport a moving object, so Seline stopped. Makurro flew at her, somersaulting then grasping Seline's robe. As she passed Seline grasped at the back of her bra, intending to grab it and yank it off. Both women grabbed each other's garments and yanked...

"And there they are again!" One could almost hear Aloysius smiling as he spoke.  "It's those perky Ebon Whisper breasts.  That's two garments off her, and Seline seems to have lost her robes, leaving her in her underdress!"

Makurro looked as if she had tasted first blood, then threw herself at Seline, with the intent of headbutting her in the stomach or groin, and tearing at her dress as she did.

"Oh, Wanda?" came the voice of the dagger.  "Wanda, you're stripping yourself...."  Her face turned almost as red as her hair when she realized she had voluntarily torn off her pants.  "But they were..."  "Hush now, and win this fight," the dagger advised her.  Realizing how she was tricked by an illusion, she went after Eleanor with everything she had, running at her opponent, dagger out.  But when she arrived, Eleanor wasn't really there.

Niniane had already lost her skirt to Hilevi's glaive, which now slashed her corset open.  She had to act, and had to use her best move.  Pulling a pie from her satchel, she tossed it at Hilevi.  "Not this ag-"  The pie hit the mercenary in her face mid-sentence, muffling her last syllable into an unintelligible gurgle.  Taking one hand off the shaft of her glaive to wipe her eyes, she created the opening Niniane needed so desparately.  The barmaid grabbed the glaive with two hands, and tore it away from her.  Niniane had no skill with such a polearm, but she did know how to use a staff.  With the blunt end, she swept Hilevi's leg from under her, then tossed the weapon aside as she knelt over her opponent, tearing off her arm- and chest-armor.

Miryala wasn't faring half so well.  As Manda was knocked out, and Belle was cowering a few feet away, she was lying in the sand, unarmed.  Giuliana, knleeing over her, peeled away her breastplate with ease, as Pamelyn noticed Hilevi's changing fortune and charged toward Niniane.

Booming throughout the arena, the voice of an enthused Aloysius was heard: "In just a few more minutes, ladies and gentlemen of Enferia, this Battle Royale will get its dose of 'Royale' blood as the Queen and Princess of Nysia will join their champions in the arena.  I can't wait!"

Seline let out a gasp of air as she was rammed in her large, cushy middle by Makurro. She fell backwards, landing on her also well cushioned butt. As she stumbled back Makurro caught her rob, ripping it off. By the time Seline hit the ground she was wearing her bloomers, bra and jewlery. Stomach, arms and legs for the most part bare.

Though instant shame started to burn in her, Seline repressed it. No cowering and covering today. Today she'd win! So, suprising even herself she lunged from her sitting postion, getting a grip on the Ebon Whisperer's pants and yanking down with all her might!

The Ebon Whisper was too slow for once, as she felt her leather trousers being pulled to her ankles. She would need to get rid of them to keep her mobility, so she kicked off her boots and trousers. She was down to her pink fundoshi, with a modesty panel at the front. The viewing sphere zoomed in on her eyes, outraged, for a moment, as she went for Seline's bloomers.

"The Ebon Whisper has lost almost all her clothes!" Aloysius announced. "If this were a normal match, he continued, she'd be out then, but in this, she can keep in the match until one whole team is nude!"

Elsewhere in the arena, Eleanor, wearing just her panties, managed to strip Wanda, who was still coming for her. Hilevi had lost all but her shirt, bra, and panties before Pamelyn stripped Niniane.

"The match seems to be going well for Zoraida," Aloysius noted.

Miryala was helpless to defend herself from Giuliana and Serasia, who stripped her completely. Manda, trying to help was able to get back on her feet, and threw a small bag of dust at the mercenaries. This bag exploded, coating them, and to a lesser extent, Miryala. What it was, no one could tell, but Giuliana did not ignore Manda's attempt to protect Miryala, and ran after her, tackling her to the ground. Serasia left Miryala lying in the sand, and went after Belle.

"It's time!" Aloysius announced, and the gates opened again. "I present Zoraida, the queen of Nysia, and the challenger, her sister Zaleria."

Zoraida entered and stopped just past the arena gate and started casting a spell. Zaleria's raven left her shoulder and flew directly at Zoraida, as she produced a wand and started a casting of her own.

Seline overheard the announcer while she was in combat. He said that Even if she stripped the Ebon Whisperer the fighter would still be allowed in the match! That changed things. Seline's rush in, ignore her own stripping to strip her enemy strategy wouldn't work. She had to disappear. She cast her illusionary power to make her location unknown. She tried to scramble back from her enemy, crab walking away in her underwear. The whisper was lunging at her at the same time though. She prayed her illusions would throw her off!

Makkuro ((forgive the prior spelling inconsistencies)), still clad in her fundoshi, found herself without an opponent. Seline had diappeared. No matter now, she turned her attention toward other opponents. Stealthily coming up behind Eleanor, she grabbed the back of her panties and yanked up so hard, it picked poor eleanor off the ground. Eventually, the fabric gave out, dropping her face down in the sand. Makkuro grabbed her paintbrush, to make certain that opponent wouldn't be a threat. Wanda dropped to her knees and started smacking Eleanor's backside, wanting revenge for her own strpping, but Makkuro grabbed her arm and dragged her away. "You can do that after we win," she said.

"Well," said Aloysius, "for Zerlina's side, that's Eleanor, Niniane, and Miryala who have been stripped, as opposed to just Wanda for Zoraida's side."

Giuliana, sitting on top of her victim, removed Manda's dress, leaving her in white, bikini-shaped underwear, panties tied at teh sides, adn bra tied in the back. Manda, in turn, grabbed her opponent's left nipple, and pulled hard, hoping to keep her from being able to grab the ties on the sides of the panties. It worked for the moment, but wasn't a viable long-term solution.

Serasia cornered Belle at the arena wall, and managed, with a deft swing, to cut enough of her skirt that it fell to the ground. Belle cringed, terrified and helpless, until something odd happened.

Serasia, Giuliana, and Pamelyn stopped what they were doing, and started scratching. Serasia took off her own corset, boots, and skirt. Pamelyn removed her skirt and shoes, and Giuliana soon had her own skirt off. "Essence of Poison Oak," Manda laughed, "beware the healer." She looked to her cousin and saw that she, too, was scratching uncontrollably. Miryala had not only been stripped, but due to friendly fire when the dust packet was thrown, wouldn't be much help for the rest of the fight.

Everyone in the arena could sense incredible magical power building up. A green light emanated from Zoraida, and spread across the arena floor, until it clashed witht eh purple light emanating from Zerlina. It was currently unclear what this magic would do if unleashed, but both mages had put an incredible amount of energy into a large spell, and seemed to be locked in each other's opposing magics.

Makkuro pulled wanda toward her, and pointed to Zerlina. "We get that one," she instructed with a sinister whisper.

Seline was happy to have been momentarily forgotten. Makkuro moved on to other targets. Though, with the Whisperer's help, the other side was quickly gaining ground. Seline saw Makkuro pull Wanda towards her, then point towards Zerlina.

Seline had all her stakes riding on Zerlina. There was no point in hiding until she was hopelessly outnumbered and outmatched. She had to help. Besides, she still wanted revenge on Makkuro for that rather intense shaming she'd received! So, dropping her illusions she cast a teleportation on Makkuro's panties, intending to drop them on Wanda's head and distract them both!

As the pair moved for the mage, Seline cast her spell.  Moments later, Wanda tripped over her own feet, blinded by the modesty panel of Makkuro's panties.

Makkuro was about to turn and berate her clumsy apprentice for falling, when she felt a cool breeze blow through her pubic hair.  Looking down, she shrieked.  "No!!!!" she said, in a voice that sounding nothing like her intimidating whisper and everything like a bratty teenager.  She immediately froze, one hand covering her most private area, the other her mouth.  Long ago, she had decided no one would hear that voice--how could she become a spy and assassin of legendary proportions if she had a voice like an immature teenager?  Revealing her pussy had been bad enough, but revealing her real voice at the same time made it that much worse.  This had to be Seline's doing, and she vowed to make her pay for it.

Eleanor pulled herself up from the sands and ran toward Wanda, who had fallen down, blinded by the panties.  She thought she could perhaps pin her in place, or at least slow her down.

Manda saw to it that the mercenaries, itching uncontrollably, lost every article of clothing.  When Giuliana didn't seem to want to remove her panties, she came up behind her and tugged them first up as hard as she could, and then down.  Giuliana didn't even fight back she was so intent on scratching her itchy skin, although no rash was visible.  That was, until Manda pulled her panties down.  Her whole backside was covered in a series of red bumps.  Manda looked at it, confused.  Belle, coming to help, saw Manda's confusion, and explained, "She had a run-in with my boss's honeybees the other day."  Manda nodded.

It was then that Hilevi came up behind Belle, and finished the job of stripping her.  Manda tried to reach for another packet of itching powder, but Hilevi used the nude Belle to knock her over into the sand, and the packet fell a few inches from her hand.  Normally, having a buxom nude woman on top of her was something Manda wouldn't have objected to, but she was being crushed, and had no mobility with which to defend herself from the mercenary.

Zoraida and Zaleria remained fully clothed, still locked in a magic battle of epic proportions.  One got the sense that whoever lost their concentration first would give their opponent a huge disadvantage.

((Sorry pictures aren't coming yet, it's a busy time for me.  I might do some highlights when it's all over.))

Seline had done her task. She'd fully stripped her enemy. In the chaos of the match she could probably hide for quite a while... but then what? Unless her side won she'd doubtlessly be stripped no matter what she did, then subjected to some new horrible humiliation. No, she had to help win!

Where to help though? Her team seemed to mostly be bumbling around. None of them were worth much. Except for Zaleria. Her power could obviously turn the tide, if freed from her battle. So, Seline knew she had to help her. That meant dropping her illusion on herself, but so be it!

Set in her course, Seline allowed herself to be seen. Then turning on Zoraida, the cause of much of her troubles recently, Seline focused her skills. She'd teleport off Zoraida's robe. Hopefully that would distract her enough that Zaleria could take advantage. Hopefully that her magics would work on such a powerful mage as well...

The Ebon Whisper tried to concentrate on the match.  She was completely nude, and peopl had heard the voice she'd hid for so long, but things would only get worse if her side lost.  The looked to Zaleria, but then her eyes made contact with Seline and narrowed in anger.  She chose revenge.  She would take those bloomers come hell or high water.  She charged at Seline, planning a special combo attack.

Trapped under Eleanor, Wanda was unable to attack Zaleria.  But she did manage to rip off Eleanor's panties, the hard way, by pulling them up until they split at the seam of the gusset.  Eleanor moaned pathetically, and Wanda rolled her over until she was on top.

Zoraida's jaw dropped as she felt her robe teleport away, leaving her bacl underdress and underclothes.  This was enough to break her concentration for half a second, but that was enough time for Zaleria's spell to finish without her sister blocking it.

From Zaleria's hands, a great whirlwind formed.  It darted across the arena to Hilevi, whose shirt it removed, leaving her in just her panties.  From there, it hovered over Zoraida, removing her underdress.  Zoraida's underwear were an interesting mismatch.  A black corset of exotic cut pushed up her breasts and held back her girth, while below, she wore a pair of childish pink ruffled panties.  With a wave of the dark queen's hand, the whirlwind subsided.  "Oooohhh!  I'll get you for that!" she growled.

"Whoa!  An interesting turn of events, ladies and gentlemen.  We get to see what the Queen of Nysia wears under those black robes!  I didn't expect hot pink.  And is that a tattoo on her backside?"  The viewing sphere zoomed in on a heart with an infinity symbol in it.  It bore the letters E Z.  "Always Easy, is that the message?" Aloysius continued.  "Wait, I'm being told that it stands for 'Eleanor and Zoraida, Love Forever.'  From the teams in today's arena match, I'm going to guess that didn't work out that way."

Zaleria managed to break a slight smile.  Things had been going poorly for her side, Seline had created a distraction that allowed her to get the upper hand on her sister.  She looked at Zoraida, clad in her ridiculous underwear, and wondered what to do next.  As such, she missed that Hilevi had given up fighting the otehrs, and was coming up behind her.

Hilevi tackled Zaleria to the ground, and with massive force, tore off her purple dress, revealing a black bra, and a black thong with a skull on the front.  Zaleria, unable to cast while being beat by a mercenary, grabbed at Hilevi's panties and pulled them up as hard as she could, the pain causing her to stop her onslaught, if only for a moment.

Meanwhile Zoraida started casting another spell on her sister.  This time, she chose something quicker and less powerful than what she'd planned earlier.

((Gonna be away for a few days..taking my laptop, but I may or may not manage to post, depending on circumstances.))

(No worries, taking a trip soon too. Post whenever you get the time and are feeling it. You didn't specify Makurro's special attack so I'm going to just wing it, hope that's cool)

Seline grit her teeth, now sweating. It was nearly impossible to get her spells locked on to Zorianda. The woman's magic shields were layered and complicated. It took all her focus to get a lock. She was trying to teleport off her undress. She was just about there, when something flew at her.

It was the now nude Ebon Whisperer, leaping through the air at Seline. Seline desperatly tried to finish her spell. She had no good defense against Makurro. The woman was a better fighter then her, and now that she was nude she had nothing to loose. Seline just tried to get her spell off in time.

Makurro tackled Seline, both women landing prone. Makurro kept her momentum, causing them to roll like a wheel. When Makurro was positioned with her back on the ground she kicked upwards, launching Seline and sending the woman flying. At the same time she locked her hand's around Seline's bra, keeping it in place as Seline was pushed clear. Seline landed, totally winded in an ungraceful pile. She was now topless, bare breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Realizing what had happened Seline threw her wand clutching hand over her chest to hide her sizable mounds. She prayed her her spell had completed and Zorianda had been stripped of her underdress, or else Seline was in deep trouble!

((No worries, I intentionally left her special attack vague so you could decide what it was and if it succeeded. And Zoraida is already in her underwear, as Zaleria is.))

Zoraida managed to execute her spell against her sister, whose bra turned to dust. Zaleria, her breasts hanging free, was still unable to cast while Hilevi was grappling her. For now, keeping the mercenary in a painful wedgie was the best defense she could muster.

At the same time, Seline cast her spell at Zoraida's corset. Unfortunately, due to her own clothing loss and Makkuro's attack, she'd only been able to cast most of the spell. The result was that Zoraida's bra was split down the middle, threatening to reveal her breasts, but hanging on by a few threads.

Makkuro did not give up, she needed to take those bloomers. Her side had to win; she would not endure punishment from the cow of a mage who she had humiliated so handily before. That would be too shameful. With Seline's hands covering her breasts, now was the time to strike at the bloomers.

"It's coming down to the wire, folks!" Aloysius called out, "This is one of the closest matches I've ever seen with more than one contestant, let alone fourteen! It looks like both members of the royal family still have some underwear on, and Hilevi the mercenary and Seline the spatial mage do, as well!"

Zoraida aimed her staff at her sister's skull panties and concentrated. With any luck, she'd disintegrate them. Unnoticed by the queen, Niniane reached into her satchel, and pulled out a pie. She started a running attack at Zoraida. Hopefully she'd make it before the spell was cast. Then, she'd tear the corset off her the rest of the way.

Miryala and the three mercenaries were still rolling in the sand, scratching their itchy skin, although no redness or rash seemed present to any observers. The itching looked like it was growing less intense, and all four of them looked about to climb to their feet. Manda, still stuck under the unconscious Belle, understood how this would complicate things. She had to get free and help! She tried rolling Belle off of her, but the buxom girl was too heavy for her to move.

Seline abandoned the offensive. Her last spell had failed, and she was down to a single garment. Most of her allies were fully stripped. Her best hope to help her team was to simply stayed dress. So, dropping her wand, she abandoned covering her breasts. Letting them swing out She used both hands to clutch at her bloomers, holding them on with all her might. With her legs she kicked wildly at Makurro, trying to keep her opponent off her and keep her bloomers on...

The Ebon Whisper, who could hardly live up to her name anymore due to having revealed her immature-sounding voice, pulled as hard as she could on Seline's bloomers. Seline, for her part, was holding on to the garment and kicking wildly. Makkuro pulled so hard, Seline was pulled upside down as the garment slid up her legs, and the spy took a very painful kick to her right breast. But, after a struggle, she was stronger than Seline and managed to get them off.

"And there go Seline's huge bloomers!" Aloysius said, "This is an exciting match for sure!"

Zoraida was in the process of casting her spell when her world went white. Niniane had run up to her, and splattered a cream pie in her face. Blinded and muffled, she raised her hands to her face. Niniane followed through and easily removed her damaged corset, exposing her breasts and chubby abdomen.

Unfortunately for Zaleria, the pie had come a little too late. Her panties turned to dust as well. Hilevi, seeing the job done, tried to push her away, but it turned out to be too much for the wedgie Zaleria was applying to her. Zaleria, now nude, ended up with Hilevi's panties in her hands as the two rolled away from each other.

"Is it over?" Aloysius announced, "Seline and Zaleria are nude, I guess that makes Zoraida's team the win-wait, what's that?"

Manda had been trying to climb out from under Belle for some time now, but the large, unconscious woman was too heavy for the elf to budge. She now had given Belle's sizeable bottom a sharp pinch, causing the nude barmaid's eyes to spring open. In no time, Belle was on her feet, rubbing her backside, as Manda stood up, still in her bra and panties.

"False alarm, ladies and gentlemen, both sides are still in this!" said the announcer.

Miryala and Belle surrounded Manda, as the three mercenaries closed in.

Zaleria climbed to her feet to cast a spell. Hilevi, who had thought her job was done when Zaleria was nude, turned back toward her and rushed her.

Seline, now forgotten by the Ebon Whisperer as everyone rushed towards the remaining clothed fighters, scrambled to grasp her wand. Gripping it, she swung it towards Zoradia. The last remaining clothed enemy. If she could just disrobe her she'd still save herself a humiliating forfeit, plus avenge prior humiliations. Her heart pumping, chest heaving, she tried one last time to teleport...

Giuliana lunged for Manda, hoping to get a handful of the panties.  Instead, she ended up being pushed back by a swing of Miryala's hips.  Pamelyn likewise was repelled by Belle, who hit her with a knee in the groin, dropping her to her hands and knees.  Serasia, however, managed to come up behind Manda, and pull her panties off.  Manda grabbed her bra cups with both hands to keep from losing more.  Serasia was on her knees, and didn't have a good angle to take her bra yet.

"Well, this is close, ladies and gentlemen, one garment vs one garment!" Aloysius laughed.

Zaleria was in the middle of casting a spell when Hilevi punched her hard in her soft midsection.  Her concentration was lost, and she slumped to her knees.

Seline had no such opposition.  With full concentration, she aimed at Zoraida's frilly panties.  Remembering the flair of the trick before, she teleported them to just over the mage's head.

Zoraida had nearly finished casting her spell to finish disrobing Manda, when the pink frilly garment fell onto her face.  She spat, and the force of her breath knocked the panties to the ground.  She knew what that meant, and dropped her staff as her hands went to cover her bushy crotch.  It was hard to tell if her face was red from embarrassment or from the anger at losing her crown.

"There it is, people of Enferia, and I guess, of Nysia!  Zaleria is now the true Queen of Nysia, according to their ancient charter.  But I bet you folks want to see what comes next.  Our beloved queen has demanded full forfeits for this contest.  And there are so many that need to pay a forfeit!"

Zaleria climbed to her feet, still a little winded, and walked over to Seline.  Patting her gently on the backside, she said, "I'm definitely going to have to punish my big sister.  Revenge for all those humiliations and spankings over the years to remind me that she was the queen and I was not.  But, she's put you through a lot.  Feel free to do whatever you have in mind, to her, to Makkuro (that's the name of that 'Ebon Whisper' agent), and to any of their mercenaries or henches.  I think there are a number of us that will be joining in; since you won this for us, Nysia and I owe you our gratitude.  Plus, I want to give you the honor of going first."

Zoraida's eyes widened as she heard this. "Now, now...take it easy. You wouldn't want to make a powerful enemy, would you?" she said to Seline, clearly very nervous. Makkuro was standing behind her former queen, as if hoping to escape notice.

Seline knew who to go after first. Zoraida may be the mastermind, but Makkuro was the one who'd stripped and punished her so brutally. But truly, they were both to blame. So, moving forward, aggressively, she grasped Zoraida and Makkuro by their arms.

"I need rope!" Seline called out. The crowd roared, excited for the forfeit. An attendant came out, giving Seline rope. Seline pushed the two women together, slamming their bare breasts and bodys and they were pressed face to face. Makurro looked almost like she was going to strike back, but a shamed look of surrender crossed her face and she bowed her head. Zoraida refused to accept her situation however.

"Unhand me you wench!" She demanded. Seline just ignored her. Working quickly she wrapped the rope around both women, pinning their arms at their elbows and binding them together, pressed face to face. She then wrapped the rope higher, locking their shoulder's together. Then, running the rope low she ran it between both their sets of legs, causing both women to squeal and whisper as the rough rope bit into their buttcracks and privates, their most sensitive areas.

Seline was not done yet. While the two struggled to stay standing, rubbing against each other in their efforts. Seline went and retrieved her wand. Makurro, getting a clue as to what was coming next, started trying to back away. Without Zoraida's cooperation though all she managed to do was wiggle against her bare boss's soft body.

Seline came up, holding the wand up ceremoniously. The crowd cheered the naked mage on. Grinning, she reached between Makkuro's legs and thrust the wand between the rope and their bodies. This left the wand tightly pressed to both women's crotches. Both women squealed at the sudden object being introduced against their lady parts, though Makkuro's high pitch yelp drew far more laughter. She blushed in shame and at the stimulation of what was happening between her legs.

Seline still wasn't done. With the two bound together, wand pressed between both their legs Seline reached back, then unleashed a mighty spank. Makurro was pushed against Zoraida, causing both women to press against the wand even more so. Zoraida's eyes went wide as her minion thrust against her, stimulating everything on her bare body. Makkuro let out another childish squeal, this one an obvious mix of pain and pleasure.

Seline kept smacking. Both women kept squealing, stumbling about, causing even greater stimulation and humilatilon. The whole crowd could hear that both women were nearing climax. Makkuro was particularly obvious. She was now bucking against the wand, letting loose a series of high pitch yelps that were beyond comical. But then, right as Makkuro was about to reach her point of pleasure, Seline stopped. Smirking at the bound and squirming pair she returned to Zaleria.

"Your turn." Seline said.