Finding Axallora

Finally, you stamp the butt of the last elf in the temple, you spank her a few times to celebrate, she squeals in protest, but you ignore her over the sound of clapping from about fifteen of your followers: a small group of girls who realised that they like being stripped naked, especially by a strong, powerful and capable man in a public place.

You can feel your tracking spell is coming to the end of its life. You know that she is still outside, not far to the west of you now, but this spell will only hold for another half an hour. More than enough time, but still, it is worth being conscious of.

"Ladies, it has been a pleasure." You announce to the gathering crowd around you, "sadly my duties call me elsewhere, but don't worry, the stamp on each of your bottoms will last for a long time to come."

There is an approving murmur from the crowd, as many elves glance down at the red lettered stamp on their backside.

"Of course the ink is enchanted, it will allow you to pass through the barrier I placed over the door, if it doesn't work for some reason, try going through naked."

"Thank you, Raider!"

"We love you, Raider!"

"I love you, Raider!"

You can't be certain, but you're sure that one of those voices was Tillizan.

"Perhaps one day, I will spank all of your naked bottoms again, hopefully somewhere public!" With that you bow and take off into the darkness, listening to the applause behind you. It brings a tear to your eye, you may have started a new nudist religion today, and isn't making the world a better place like that, what you're all about?

Your sentimental musings are cut short when you step outside and are met by six angry-looking dark elf soldiers.

One of them you recognise, it's the haughty captain you stripped earlier. She's still naked, clearly her sisters didn't feel it right to cover up such beauty so soon. She is unbound however and awkwardly trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands.

The highest ranked elf in front of you steps forward draws her sword,

"You, human, stand charged with attacking a Dark Elf soldier, desecrating our most sacred temple, and inspiring mutiny within our army. As the general of the Dark Elf Military, I sentence you to die. Do you wish to say any last words before your execution?"

You are about to let out a quick one liner of unimaginable wit that only someone as intelligent, quick, suave and sexy as you could come up with, but before you can open your mouth, something rushes past your vision and in a flash of steal, the generals breast plate falls to the ground. You turn your attention to the figure standing beside the gobsmacked general, but as you do, her breaches fall to her ankles.

The general screams and drops her sword. "Don't look at me! I'm naked!" She slowly backs away, eyes wide.

"Not yet you're not!" The figure advances forward, in one swipe they cut the general's bra down the middle, it falls cleanly to the ground. The figure takes another step forward, pushing against the general with one hand on her chest, the other on her panties, the general falls and the figure lifts the panties up and off her legs.

"Tax!" You cry, "There's a good soldier, stepping in to defend your commander. Now let's get the rest of the enemy!"

"Yes, Sir!"

Between the two of you, you make quick work of the four clothed elves, you dodge and weave around your opponents, yanking at strings, pulling clothes until you have stripped three women yourself. They manage to run away, but not before you stamp them properly. Tax is skilled with a sword and slowly picks his opponent item by item until she finally stands before the two of you in nothing but her purple frilly panties.

"Please, let me go, I won't tell anyone it was you, just let me leave with my panties!" She begs, when she realises she can't beat you and Tax together.

"Why can't you run home naked, everyone else has?" You point out helpfully.

"But then everyone will see my vagina!"

"They'll probably be too distracted by your round and juicy bum." You say. Tax recognises his cue, and lunges forward, catching her by the panties and pulling them to her feet. She squeals and flies away providing a nice view of her backside as she runs.

"Good work soldier." You say, turning to Tax, "As a reward for intuition, innovation, and coming to your commander's aid, I hereby promote you to an officer rank worthy of your skills. I congratulate you, Captain Tax." The two of you salute each other and go your separate ways.

You personally stripped three soldiers, so three more pairs of magical panties just in case; they come in useful.

You focus your mind on the tracking spell. "Where is Axallora?" you think. The spell tells you to go South West, so you follow it. Through twisted alleys and dark corners, she must be close, you can feel it. The path splits, you take the left fork a few paces more and you stop, you're in an alley behind some shops, the street is cramped with bins and old boxes of things that smell rotten. There is; however, another scent in the air, you sniff carefully. That's definitely a woman, definitely an embarrassed woman. She's got her tits out, and she's right here! You lift up a large crate to your left and fin Axallora cowering beneath it.

"Be gone, you foul human! I am The Matron of the Minrak house, you do not deserve to see my body, you-"

"But I can see your body, it's right there." You point at her left nipple. "There's your left titty, there's your right titty and look, there's your little elven pussy!"

"How dare you! You'll pay for this!"

You decide it's time to go. A pair of panties evaporates in your hand and suddenly Axallora is bound in front of you. A large ball-gag in her mouth prevents her from making too much noise, an elegant network of rope ties her hands behind her back and neatly slots around her breasts, making them look fuller and rounder. The outfit is rather well completed by a collar and lead which you pick up and begin pulling her through the city.