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The evening after the three way match...

Zaleria was enjoying her third cup of free mead at the Ripped Bodice. Everyone had seen what she'd done to Brandywine and that mysterious stranger, and were eager to hear her version of the tale. It was shocking and brazen that Zaleria was drinking at Brandywine's bar after stripping her.

"Bah! I fear no halfing bartender!" Zaleria laughed. "Her kind are all the same! Once they're secrets and shames are revealed they loose all false pride and learn their place. She wouldn't dare challenge me again!"

The gathered crowd laughed at her bold remarks. Another mead was placed before her. Zaleria, already a little tipsy, picked up the mead and drink half of it in one drought.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." A voice said. Zaleria looked over the brim of her glass. Standing there was Brandywine and Lillith. Both women had cold glares of rage aimed at her. Zaleria set down her glass and rose, smiling.

"Ah, back for more?" Zaleria asked. "You must have really loved those spankings if your here to beg for another!"

The crowd snickered. Then, seeing the angry gaze of Brandywine and The terrifying fiery eyes of Lillith, they went quiet.

"You made a mistake coming here." Brandywine said. "You should have fled while you had a chance."

"Fled?! From you two?" Zaleria scoffed. I'm the most powerful mage in the land!" Except for Syndra, and maybe a few others, she thought to herself. "What would i fear from you two?"

"In the arena I must hide my truth powers. Lillith said, raising her hands. Her shadow stretched longer. All the lanterns in the room seemed to dim. The brightest light came from her glowing red eyes. "Here, I am free to show you my true power. And, believe me, my dark energies are far greater then the power of any mortal sorceress!"

"Oh.. oh yeah?!" Zaleria threw back rather lamely. She could feel the dark power radiating off of Lillith though. Still, she could hold her own against any spell caster!

"Oh, by the way..." Brandywine smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Did you enjoy the last mead?"

"What do you.... ohhh!" Zaleria gasped as the room suddenly started spinning. She fell back, catching herself against the table. That last mead! It must have been drugged!

"Wh.. what did you do..." Zaleria moaned.

"It looks like someone can't hold their liquor..." Brandywine laughed.

Zaleria was quickly fading, but she saw a small army of tavern maids surround her...she recognized one or two of them from the arena, and...was that an orc standing behind them in a tavern maid uniform?  This was weird.

"Get her over to the stocks, this haughty mage bitch."  The tavern maids complied.

It was then that Eleanor, who had been supposed to meet Zaleria here later, burst into the center of the circle, trying to see what everyone was looking at.  When she realized how vulnerable Zaleria was, she forgot about her own safety, and ran over to Lillith.  "Stop, you can't do this, she's the queen of a powerful country!"

"Silence!" Lillith hissed. "You dare to order me?"

"You must stop!" Eleanor said frantically. Lillith glared in disgust. Suddenly, the shadows of the room swung and encircled Eleanor. She screamed as the living darkness enveloped her, covering her from sight. Then, just as quickly the shadows pulled away from her body. Eleanor looked down in shock. Those shadows had stolen her clothes! She was naked!

The crowd in the tavern, at least those that hadn't been scared away by the display of magic, had been silent as the shadows worked Lillith's will.  Then, when they dissipated, the silence remained for a moment.  Then, the sound of someone chortling, somewhere in the back of the crowd, a few giggles, and then the crowd exploded in laughter.  "She's as hairy as a dog!"  Another voice said, "And as flabby as a cow."  Eleanor looked down at her body; when her clothes were stripped away, the illusions she cast on her body disappeared as well.  She was hairy.  Her crotch, her armpits, her legs, even a bit on her pudgy belly.  It wasn't anything unnatural, but illusion had made it so she had never bothered to shave anything, and there had been time for everything to regrow after her last arena forfeit.

But her self-pity was momentary.  She ran to the stocks to try to release Zaleria.  Standing nearby, Niniane responded, "I wouldn't do that if I were you...our boss wants her there, and there are...greater forces at work, as you've seen."  Zaleria couldn't turn around to see Eleanor, but she moaned at her touch.

"So, should do you want to strip her?" Brandywine asked Lillith. "Or should I? Or perhaps we could let the patrons of the bar partake!" The gathered crowd cheered at that.

"I have an idea." Lillith said, smiling at the nude Eleanor. "Since her out of shape little friend is so eager to be helpful perhaps she can have the honor."

With that Lillith looked straight into Eleanor's eyes. Eleanor couldn't look away from their haunting red gaze. Then, she found herself moving towards Zaleria, bound in the stocks. Her hands grasped the top of Zaleria's dress.

"Eleanor, what are you doing?!" Zaleria screamed, unable to look back at her servant. "I command you to stop!

"Mistress, I can't!" Eleanor screamed. "Something has taken control of my body!"

With agonizing slowness Eleanor's hands began pulling the dress down. The crowd cheered as the undergarments were revealed...

As Eleanor slowly pulled back the dress, viewers were treated to the sight of Zaleria's breasts, large for her frame, contained in a plain black bra. But what was even more surprising were the tattoos that decorated her skin. A pair of wings on her shoulder blades, a raven resting on a skull on her left arm, a sinister-looking angelic design across her chest, and an angry-looking raven in flight on her right shoulder. From the look of her body, Zaleria was clearly obsessed with the corvids.

As the dress came further down, there was a feather on her hip, melding into a flock of crows going up her torso. Then, a black and red thong, with a skull-and-crossbones on the front came into view.

"Ooh, someone's a naughty girl!" Brandywine laughed. "First the tattoos, then that thong!" She laughed, patting Zaleria on the back. Zaleria flinched at the touch, shaking in the stocks. Being hunched over in the stocks she couldn't help but thrust at her thong clad rear end. Even though she couldn't see behind her she knew her breasts were hanging down, barely contained by her bra. Her athletic legs were flexed to reach the ground. It was quite the provocative pose!

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Brandywine said. "Have the chubby artist strip her bare!"

"One moment." Lillith said. "I realized that, if I control the artist I control her powers! I think I'll have her change these tattoos around..."

With that Eleanor felt her power's activate against her will. As everyone watched the tattoos changed. The dark and sensual lines became cartoony and colorful. Soon, the illusion was cast. In place of ravens and birds Eleanor was covered in cartoon unicorns and porcelain dolls. Her dark and mysterious look had suddenly turned silly and childish!

"What's going on?!" Zaleria called out as the crowd started laughing. "What's been done to me?!" She wished she could look back and see but her head was locked forward.

"Eleanor?  What are they doing to me?"

"I don't think you're going to like this," Eleanor said, ruefully.

"You bitches!  I'm a powerful queen.  My magics are terrifying, my army fearsome!  Whatever you do to me I'll get you back a hundredfold!"

Brandywine seemed unimpressed.  "To do what you did to me after all the help I supplied against your wicked sister...now I wonder who the wicked one really is....Niniane, this pig keeps squealing...shut her up, would you?"

Niniane had mixed feelings about this, but knew what side her bread was buttered on.  Reaching into  her bag, she produced one of the magic pies, and splattered it all over Zaleria's face.  The patrons of the inn had been laughing at the tattoo change, but they went insane with laughter at this.

"It might be harder to talk with your mouth full," Brandy laughed.  OK, Lilith, let's have her girlfriend strip her a little more.

"Wait," the demon queen responded, "I have another brilliantly diabolical idea.  With these powers, I can not only control the illusion of her skin, but use the illusion to change her shape as well."

With a wiggle of her nose, Lillith accessed the powers that made Zaleria's breasts shrink.  Then, she expanded her hips and butt.  The clothing seemed to react to the illusion as if the body had really changed, and of course, the flesh would feel solid to the touch.  The bra was now hanging loose, the thong deeply embedded in her backside as her panties threatened to snap.

"Of course, I can make her any shape I want.  These are good for removing the rest of her clothes...Eleanor, is it?  Get to work."

Against her own will, Eleanor grabbed the back of the panties, and pulled until they came right off.  Zaleria's face was an image of pain as the thong cut her.  As a flourish, Lillith had Eleanor crumple the stretched-out panties and shove them in Zaleria's mouth.  With her breasts deinflated to the point they were, removing the bra was easy.  Her once large breasts were now mere pimples on her chest.

"Just in case you were wondering," Brandywine whispered, getting close to Zaleria's pie covered face. The panties still gagged her mouth. "We used your friend to cast an illusion. Everyone is seeing your tight little booty as flabby and fat as your little friends!"

Zaleria's eyes widened in shock.

"That's not all." Brandywine smiled wickedly. "They also see your nice big old titties as tiny little lumps!"

Brandywine laughed at the look of horror in Zaleria's face. Now, not only was she stripped at a lowly bar, dozens viewing, but they had taken away her womanhood, her perfect body! She wanted to scream out that she didn't really look like that. But who would believe her? Besides, she couldn't speak. The crowd laughed and hollered at the Queen's rather pathetic figure.

"What next?" Lillith asked Brandywine.

"Well," said Lillith, "do you remember that magical paddling?  I sure do."  She rubbed her backside for emphasis.  "Turnabout is fair play, not that I care what's fair...but, with her body in her current state of appearance, it should be all the more entertaining."  She snapped her fingers, and a paddle appeared.  With a wave, she animated the paddle and put it to work.  Zaleria's eyes teared up as her backside became as red as her face.  But she could feel the flesh jiggle as the paddle hit; an unfamiliar feeling for her.

That's when the only thing that could make this much worse for her happened.  Zoraida walked in, with her entourage.  Zoraida was overtaken with glee when she saw the situation Zaleria was in.  Her henchies were likewise amused.  Niniane gave a sharp stare at Hilevi, due to her history at the bar, but she knew Zoraida was no friend to her, either.  "I was told I might find you here sister, but I really had no idea..."

Zaleria tried to talk through the panties, but all she could get out was "mmmph, mrrrph."  "So, dear sister, do you enjoy being queen?  Does it satisfy you?"  "Ffffmmmm, Mmmmfffffrrrr."  

"Oh, and Eleanor, I almost didn't notice you there, you traitorous slut."  "Back off Zoraida, we don't need you here making this worse.  In fact--"

"Worse?  How could I possibly make it worse than this?  Although your backside isn't showing hues of pink or red, perhaps that should be remedied."

Lillith took little interest as Wanda pulled up a bench for Zoraida in full view of Zaleria, who seemed more distressed than ever as Hilevi forced Eleanor over her mistress' knee.  Her revenge was on Zaleria, and Zoraida's presence seemed to make her victim more uncomfortable.  Delicious.  So, still having Eleanor in control, she saw to it that Eleanor didn't put up a fight.

Zoraida's spanking of Eleanor seemed to be trying to compete with the magical spanking of Zaleria, except it hadn't been going on for as long.  Eleanor was whining loudly, and although Lillith didn't notice, Brandy ordered Niniane to quiet her down.  When the pie splattered on Eleanor's face, pieces of it sprayed onto Zoraida's dress.  She gave Niniane a cross look, and continued with the spanking.  Eleanor's cries had turned to whimpering, and Zaleria, as self-centered as she was, didn't like seeing her girlfriend this way.  Zoraida, however, was enjoying putting her ex-girlfriend through this.

Niniane wanted to free Eleanor, she didn't really deserve this, except for her tendency to fall in love with the wrong kind of women.  But to do so would cost her job, and the wrath of several powerful mages, so she watched as the two sisters were spanked an uncomfortably long time.  

Zaleria's magically expanded backside was red and swollen to an even bigger size.  When Zaleria got tired of spanking Eleanor, she dropped her on the floor, where she landed hard on her derriere.  She climbed to her feet, sobbing.

The crowd at the tavern was enjoying this.  Brandywine noted that she had sold more drinks than ever before, and she felt a lustful tingle between her legs.  She needed to have fun like this more often.  But she looked at the two degraded women, and suggested, "maybe we should let them go home...in the state they are in, of course?  We can 'escort' them and make sure the illusion magic remains.  Perhaps a small parade...wake up the city, maybe some signs on them. Anything else you want to do before that?"

"I feel that we've only gotten even: Not a true revenge." Lillith explained. "We have to punish them far more then we ever were. Therefore, I have one more idea."

With that she gestured at the ground. There materialized a bucket of tar, and a bucket of feathers next to it.

"NO!" Zaleria tried to scream. But her cry was muffled by the panties in her mouth.

"I don't know..." Brandywine said. "After all the trouble we've been through altering her appearance, do you really want to hide it all under dark tar?"

"Hmm, fair point." Lillith said. She picked up the bubbling bucket. "Well, let's just put it.... here for now." Lillith placed the bucket on the small of Zaleria's back. Zaleria, feeling the wait on her back. Locked her legs and tried to hold deadly still, or else the bucket would tip on her. Unfortunately she'd been in the stocks for quite some time. Her legs were already tired.

The crowd knew instantly how to react. They started trying to get Zaleria to flinch and spill the tar. The threw crumbled napkins at her, yelled to startle her. Sweat ran down her body as her knees shook. Finally Brandywine drew a fether from the bucket. Reaching under Zaleria she found a small nipple and began tickling it with the feather.

That did it. Zaleria erupted in a shaking, thrashing freak out at the stimulating touch. This tipped the bucket back, causing it to spill on her backside. Zaleria squealed in discomfort as the hot black tar ran down her butt, pouring down her legs. It streamed down her crack, running to her lips below. She felt the hot, stick invasive goo cover her most sensitive areas.

Brandywine tossed on the feathers. She threw them over her, coating her blackened fat butt with silly down feathers.

"You know what the best part is?" Lillith said. "She won't be able to wear anything over her bottom for at least a week after this! Or sit! She'll have to lay fat ass exposed!"

Both women laughed uproariously.

"Now, you may take her on parade." Lillith said. The stocks were released from their stand. They still held Zaleria's head and arms together, but she could know walk, though only hunched over awkwardly under the weight of her massive wooden weight around her neck.

Brandywine ordered Belle to fetch some thing boards, some paint, and some rope, to make signs, and Niniane was told to fetch some older pots, spoons, and any unimportant chunk of metal from the kitchen.

In no time, Brandywine had made a sign that read, "Zaleria, disgraced queen of Nysia," but looking over the stocks surrounding her head, she couldn't figure out where to put the rope to hold it in place. So instead, she pusked Zaleria upright a bit, and painted "Zaleria" and "Queenie" sloppily on her stomach.

Eleanor wasn't so encumbered, so she had Niniane hold her while she painted "Eleanor" and "Piggie" on her belly and "Fatass" in two lines on her lower back and butt. "That should do," she said.

Niniane and belle distributed the pieces of metal throughout the crowd, and picked volunteer "Heralds" to run ahead, clank spoons on pots to wake up the city, and shout, "Make way, for Zaleria, the queen of Nysia!"

Zoraida and her crew made a point to leave before things got any crazier. As much as she was enjoying watching her sister squirm, this was also disgracing a country she hoped to rule again someday.

Brandywine picked up a broom handle, and gave the paddle to Buxom Belle. As they paraded as a great throng down the street, windows opened, and citizens angry at being awakened were amused at what they saw, some even throwing trash from their windows onto the hapless guests of honor.

For her part, Brandy walked behind Zaleria, poking her in the backside with the broomstick if she stopped or walked too slowly. Belle incentivized Eleanor with the paddle likewise.

The procession made it all the way to the plaza in front of the mansion that served as the Nysian Embassy and Zaleria's (and formerly) Zoraida's place of residence when they were in Enferia. The Nysian guards couldn't believe what they were seeing, and immediately went on alert, but didn't act rashly because of the sizeable crowd collected, and the vulnerability of their queen.

"You know," said Brandywine, "we might owe a bit of this to the sorceress Selene as well...perhaps not as much, but she was very gleeful to have us...well, you know what we had to do..."

"She will face her fate... as will you." Lillith said, turning to Brandywine. "I have not forgotten what you did to me. This was merely a task we had to do together. And now that it's done I remind you that I owe you a humiliation: perhaps the greatest one yet."

With that Lillith disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Brandywine coughed, waving away the smell of Brimstone. Then she took stock of her situation. She was in front of an Embassy surrounded by armed guards. The powerful magic user who had been with her had just left. She had a Queen and her partner, bound, nude and filthy.

This situation might not be as sweet as she had previously been thinking...

(thought the story could use a turn

((Glad you didn’t forget Brandy))

Zaleria was distraught.  She’d been humiliated like never before,  and that was saying a great deal.  Worse, her sister had gotten to stop by and enjoy it.  She was a little sad for having dragged Eleanor into this mess.  What’s more, she had won that bet fair and square, and her current ordeal was due to nothing but sour grapes.

When Lillith disappeared, she saw a glimmer of hope.  The “parade” that brought her here was a little less formidable now, made up of Brandywine, three of her barmaids, and tavern patrons who were slowly starting to back off.

Her guards were emboldened by this.  One with a red ponytail came running up to her, looking confused at the shape of her body.  “My queen?  Is that you?”  She unlocked the stocks and let the wood fall to the ground.  Waving to her underlings the guard called out, “Get them something to wear.”

Brandwine and her employees turned to leave when a clanging portcullis separated them from the rest of the “paraders.”  “Arrest them!” Zaleria ordered.  “Shall we call the city guard? The ponytailed sergeant asked.  “No, lets keep them on embassy grounds.”  Zaleria, wrapping herself in the towel she had been provided, turned and smiled.  “You miscalculated.  When you stepped into this courtyard, you entered Nysian territory.  Here, my word is law.  But, as you live in Enferia, I don’t want you to be homesick….when we’ve had our fun, you can decorate the front gate for the rest of today…and the sun will be up in a few hours, people getting up, going about their business on this rather main street…”

Brandywine, glad she had dressed practically today, produced a small blade from her sleeve.  “I’ll take care of the guards,  Niniane, open the gate!”  The Halfling charged the ponytailed guard, jumped and kicked her in the stomach.  The kick was innefectual given the armor, but the guard was surprised to find it merely a prelude.  Keeping her upward momentum, Brandy ran up the guard, landing a kick in her chin, before grabbing the ponytail with one hand as she slid down the guard’s back, cutting at the armor straps as she went.  It turned out that Nysian Queensguard armor was nicely padded inside, so the guard was left in a lacy red bra and panties.  “Get her!” she yelled to the other guards.

Niniane, meanwhile, ran toward the corner where the gate lever was.  Although Brandy had the attention of most of the guards, one was still guarding the gate.  Niniane reached into her bag and pulled out the last pie of the day.  Splattering it in the blonde guard’s face, she pushed her out of the way and reached the lever.

Suddenly, she was pulled backward by a powerful force, and soon found herself pinned against the portcullis.  “It seems we have a volunteer to go first,” Zaleria said, holding her in place with magic while Eleanor approached, grabbing her ankle and removing one shoe, then the other.  Now that Niniane’s kicks were less threatening, she peeled off her skirt, and started to put it on, leaving Niniane in her top, corset, and white panties with bright flowers on them.

One of the brown-haired guards charged at Brandywine.  She deftly dodged out of the way, causing her to collide with another, in a pile of limbs and armor that the Halfling jumped atop, slicing straps here and there, and then vaulted off of, only to jump and kick the crotch of the ponytailed guard who felt it this time, as she was protected by nothing but lace panties.

Meanwhile, Belle, trying to help, tackled Eleanor before she could get Niniane’s skirt on.  This had little strategic value, but Belle was, after all, a barmaid, not a warrior, and acted mainly to protect her coworker.

The blonde guard had wiped enough pie from her face by now to see, and she saw Brandy headed directly at her, since she stood in the way of the gate lever.   The ponytailed guard and one of the brunettes were in hot pursuit.  Brandywine jumped into the flying kick she had used to leap over her opponent before, but this time, something went wrong.  The blonde guard caught her ankle as it made contact with the breastplate, and soon, Brandywine was being held upside-down by her ankle, where she was easily disarmed.

Belle was still scuffling with Eleanor, although she was getting the worst of it.  Soon, Eleanor was sitting triumphantly on top of the prone barmaid, butt in her face, the barmaid’s clothes scattered around.  

Zaleria had been using her magic to hold Niniane, as she was the second largest threat after the diminutive Brandywine.  With a series of gestures, she had burst her corset open, and torn off her top and bra.  Her panties were slid ignominiously around her knees, revealing her thick, brown bush.

The guards produced ropes, and fastened the three of them to the portcullis, hands tied above their heads.  Zaleria ordered Brandywine be stripped of her leather armor, under which she was wearing improbably frilly underwear. “Are you alright, darling?” Zaleria asked Eleanor.  Eleanor nodded and said, “I want revenge.”  “Oh, you’ll have it…do me a favor…”  She then whispered in Eleanor’s ear.  The artist disappeared inside the mansion.

“Well, well…what are we going to do with you….” Zaleria said.  “I have a few ideas.  But we have a few hours until morning.  I think I’ll make you watch, as I humiliate your lackeys first…and wonder what I have in store for you.  Turn them around!”

The guards turned the women to face the portcullis their hands were tied to, as Zaleria picked up the broomstick Brandywine had prodded her with during the “parade.”  It had a clump of tar on the end that had been prodding her tar-covered backside.  Holding it like a bat, she approached Belle, giving her 15 hard lashes on her nude backside.  Belle whined  unintelligibly.  

Approaching Niniane, she gave her twenty-five lashes.  The bruise threatened to bleed, but it didn’t.  That’s when Eleanor returned, followed by a few of the house servants.  

“Turn them back around.  Don’t worry, Brandy, you haven’t escaped anything.”  The three women were facing their oppressors again.  “Well, Eleanor, what do you have for me?”
“The master builder heated this tar for me, but I didn’t have time to locate feathers.”  “Give it to whom you wish, but the Halfling is mine.”  

Eleanor approached Belle, who had attacked her most recently, and upended the bucket of tar over her head.  Belle moaned, as the tar was very hot, but not hot enough to create medically serious burns,  Eleanor plopped the empty bucket directly on Belle’s head and left it there.

The crowd on the other side of the gate laughed as the muck covered the town's favorite tavern maid.  Some of them had been part of the parade.  Some were neighbors who heard the commotion and woke to see what was going on.  When Eleanor was satisfied torturing Belle, she removed the bucket from her head, not a few pieces of her lovely hair coming off as they were stuck to the tar in the bucket.  

Then, a plump woman in white with a chef’s hat stepped forward.  “On your orders, madam…I made a pie out of all the smelliest things in the kitchen.  Old cream, rotten eggs whipped into meringue, some smelly cheese, and plenty of molasses to hold it together.  Zaleria smiled.  “I’ll take that.”  She approached Niniane and held the smelly  pie under her face.  Ninane gagged a bit at the smell.  Then, slowly and deliberately, she smushed the pie into Niniane’s face.  “Suck on that, you pie-throwing fatass.”  Zaleria backed away, as Niniane spit some of the gross substance away from her lips.  It seemed as if Niniane might vomit.  

“Oh, Brandywine, I didn’t forget about you at all,” said Zaleria,  “It’s your turn, now!”

(since my character is gone I kind of feel like the rest of the story is all you. I'll write up an epilogue for Lillith and maybe start a match with our new characters tonight)

((I kind of left it all on the page there, I'll have to take a while and think what she does to Brandywine...if there was something you wanted to see when she lost, feel free to add it, but I'll keep thinking otherwise.))

(We can also just call this one and start again in the next arena match or something)

((I'll wrap it up at a later date. In case we use the same sponsors, suffice it to say it was horrible! lol. I'm not actually this sadistic IRL, but, if fictional characters want do this stuff to each other, I'll totally watch. I disapprove their behavior, but what can I do about it? I wasn't there, lol.))

Brandywine was let down from the fence, where the guards forced her onto all fours. One produced a whip, and handed it to Zaleria. Zaleria cracked the whip, then started hitting Brandy's exposed derriere. One, then two strokes. The halfling's eyes welled up with tears. Three, four...she bit her tongue to not give her enemy the satisfaction of calling out. But Zaleria hadn't tired of this.

The two women entered in a contest of wills. Zaleria kept whipping, and Brandy didn't scream. Thirty strokes later, Zaleria was bored of this. Get her up, and get me some paint...something I can use as a sign.

The crying Brandy, the nauseatingly goop-covered Niniane, and the tar-coated Belle were attached to the portcullis, facing the street. Luckily, the portcullis had a regular-size horizontally-swinging door, allowing it to be used as an entrance without lifting it. Niniane and Brandy were at ground level, their hands attached above their heads in such a way that their feet slightly touched the ground. Brandy, though, being as small and light as she was, was attached higher up, so her head was at the same sate as the two larger women, her ankles being tied spread out below her on the portcullis. A sign over her head read, "Brandywine Bogkins. Thief. Cheat. Proprietor of the Ripped Bodice." The others had no signs.

As it was still before dawn, Zaleria went out into the street preceded by a guard, and followed by a servant carrying a barrel. "Let the games begin," she said, opening the barrel. The barrel was full of eggs. Brandy knew when the first one hit her that they were rotten. "Why do you keep a barrel of rotten eggs around?" Brandywine asked, trying to seem unimpressed at Zaleria's attempts at torturing her.

"Oh, dear...they weren't rotten before...but I'm a mage."

After plastering Brandy's hair, face, and body thoroughly with rotten eggs, Zaleria returned to her mansion to wash up, leaving the guard to offer rotten eggs to the passersby. It was dawn now, and people would be up and going about their business. Many of them would find mirth, or perhaps a surprise break in their daily routine, in tossing eggs at the three, filthy, naked women. On the orders of Zaleria's guards, they dangled from that portcullis until near sunset, when the majority of Enferians filled the streets to make their way home. Then they were released, to find their way home in the state they were in.

Worst of all, for Brandywine, her identity was now known. That was Zaleria's cruelest trick. One that would motivate her as she plotted against the queen of Nysia she had helped put on the throne.

Lillith arrived in her demonic realm, in her private quarters. She had made enemies of mortal women today. So what? The only threat to her in all of Enferia was Queen Syndra, who's magics were possibly greater then hers. Okay, definintly greater. But, if Syndra knew who she was, Lillith doubted that she would risk going to war with Lillith's armies of demons!

She had been humiliated though. Such was the burden of being human. She shed her human form, becoming a feminine demon with haunched legs, a tail and wings. Her clothes shredded, but in demon form she no longer felt humility. It was only as a human woman that she felt such things.

She hoped that the demons never found out what had happened to her. That she'd been stripped. For, even though she was a Queen, demon's only respected power. If they found out she'd been humiliated they may loose their fear of her and turn against her. Brooding, she took her black throne. Absentminded, she put her hand between her legs. Thinking about the day she began to stimulate herself, though with no human passion, only cold love of humiliation powering her masturbation...

Little did Lillith know, the demons did know what had happened. Karth, her little Imp who she was very unhappy with, had snuck into the arena with several other demons, all disguised as humans. They'd seen her humiliations in the arena. Karth was spreading dissent in the demon realm...

Lots of images here. No time to link them individually.

http://myds6.deviantart.com/gallery/61683421/Enferia-31-Revenge-at-teh-Ripped-Bodice

Nice! Good stuff.

Probably our messiest story. Tar, eggs, some girls getting really filthy.

Yeah, that's my favorite kind of thing. Keeps me interested!