Amazons attack!

"What's that?" says Daisy, looking down over the balcony where the two of you are having a mid-morning snack. "Somebody's down there."

"Amazons, probably."

"Why Amazons?"

Instead of answering, you pat Xanthe's bottom. The pair of naked warrior women are on their hands and knees between you and Daisy, supporting your delicious meal of waffles, icecream and maple syrup on their silky-smooth backs. "Xanthe, aren't you happy? Your friends are coming to save you?"

You hear Xanthe mutter something rude, and give her round, well-toned backside a firm slap, reminding her not to be disrespectful. She's in the power of a Dark Lord, after all. Daisy giggles and pours more syrup into Cleona's hair as you take your turn to glance down at the drawbridge far below, over the moat of clothes-dissolving acid. A whole army of Amazons, in leather armour and steel breastplates, is gathered at the door of your gigantic mountainous castle, preparing to lay siege to the place. "Come out!" you distantly hear one of them shout.

You snap your fingers, and the castle door swings open, inviting them inside.

The lead Amazon, an ebony-skinned and full-breasted woman you happen to know is named Eudoxia, brandishes her sword and charges in through the front door. A freckled and ginger-curled Amazon named Meibhe seems to be shouting a warning, but Eudoxia has ignored her completely. Perhaps she's unaware that your castle is full of thousands of ingenious traps.

You hear a twanging sound.

Eudoxia, stripped to nothing but her panties, is propelled backwards out of the castle door. She flies in a high arc through the air, soaring over the heads of the astonished Amazons, limbs flailing and boobs jiggling in an interesting way. At the apex of her arc, before she can start to descend, she's caught in an invisible flying net held by a squadron of tame pixies and carried off.

Soon, she's hanging in the air before your balcony, dishevelled and sweaty, wrists pinned above her head by the fibres of a translucent web. You shake your head disapprovingly, enjoying her astonished expression. "There's always one. Daisy, would you care to do the honours?"

"Oh, no, Raider. The privilege is all yours."

"If you insist," you say, reaching out and taking hold of Eudoxia's fetching crimson silk panties with gold embroidery. She gasps, and kicks her legs against the sticky threads, but there's no preventing you from sliding the undergarment down her curvaceous hips and over her strong thighs. You pluck her panties off her toes, and smile, looking her up and down.

"How dare you! Let me go at once!"

"What a silly thing to say. You attacked my castle and now you're complaining that I defend myself."

"This isn't... I mean..." Eudoxia, stark naked with her legs spread before a man she utterly despises, full breasts jiggling, dark round nipples and tender coffee-coloured pussy lips on full display, is at a loss for words. "You started it!"

"And I'm going to finish it. Pixies, take her below. The goblin drama club, I think. She can play the lead role in that production of Spamlet they keep talking about."

"What? No! Not the goblins! Not again! Nooo!"