A Temporary Headquaters

The city temple has served you as a very comfortable headquaters for three days. The magic barrier of course works wonders, only naked women may pass through, so the lengthy queue of nubiles has to stand naked in the streets before being permitted entrance. The priestesses you converted on your first day have become an effective helping team, running up and down the line, checking everyone is suitably denuded upon arrival. Their main function of course is spreading the word about which important female figure is currently in the queue and needs ogling by the male peasants. Just yesterday, seven of them ran across the whole city, naked as the day they were born, shouting "Lady Eltizat has joined the queue! Hurry before you miss your chance to laugh at her tiny titties!"

The highest honour is awarded to the abbesses who distinguish themselves by good service to the cause of female nudity; the honour is, of course, being shrunk down to a little lantern, which you and Daisy shine over the bare bodies of the female dark elf populace to illuminate the mark of the princess of destiny. You could make more torches and have more abbesses inspect the conscripted women as well, but that would make the whole process more efficient, so there wouldn't be such a big queue outside of naked lovelies being pointed at by the public. Besides, you and Daisy must have scrutinised over a thousand dark elves each already by now. No luck so far, but you're nothing if not persistent.

As the priestesses promised, the statue in the centre of the temple has been replaced with a giant depiction of you stripping the spider goddess. The sculptors obviously have a twisted sense of humour, for the scene shows a beautiful woman with sharp cheekbones trapped in her own web wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Panties which a stone sculpture of you has firmly in his grip. You were so delighted with it, you rewarded the contributing artists with a dozen spanks each. The statue; however, is not the only addition to the masonry of the temple you have commissioned. You also requested a balcony be added to the outside wall facing the rest of the city, which is where you find yourself now with Daisy and two of your most devoted new converts to the naked female religion.

After three days of non stop stripping, you have earned a break, so both you and Daisy are receiving massages from Tillizan and Galatiax. Tillizan was the first priestess you spanked in the spider temple, Galatiax was the high priestess you stripped in front of her entire congregation just three days prior. Now they performed traditional Dark Elf massages on both you and Daisy completely in the nude... it's amazing how far they'd come in such a short time. Neither of them had actually put clothes on since their initial strippings at your hand. Your stamp on their buttocks was still a bright shining red which contrasted boldly with their pitch black skin.

The traditional Dark Elf massages were Daisy's idea, apparently, a treatment often reserved for royalty and the exceedingly rich was to have an incredibly busty girl massage your entire body using only her naked breasts, you had to admit, you hadn't felt this relaxed in ages. Daisy also informed you that you were probably the first man in history to be given this type of massage from a dark elf, what with men being considered lesser beings here, and only a handful of women had honkers huge enough for it anyway.

"That is such a shame." You say, as you feel the soft titties of Tillizan push into your back. "You know, Tax is about to promoted to Colonel, as a reward he should certainly get one, maybe he should get his own private masseuse to administer one whenever he needs?"

"Please, master Raider, can I be Tax's private masseuse, I would love for this opportunity to use my body to bring pleasure to a man!" begs Tillizan.

"No, Sir. I am older, higher ranked and I have a bigger bust, it would be far more debasing for myself and women-kind everywhere if I were to be the personal masseuse of a man." Galatiax insists.

"That's enough you two, just do the job you were told to do." You instruct.

You turn your head to look at Daisy. Her own massage table was custom made, it had a large oval shaped hole in the chest area so her boobs could hang free beneath while she lay comfortably on her front. A must have for all big busted babes seeking a relaxing massage. Daisy herself was almost in a trance as she enjoyed the thorough ministrations of Galatiax's hefty bosom on her back.

You look out over the city again. The queue of naked nubiles shyly waiting for inspection seems even longer than usual. It's your day off so you wonder what they're queuing for.

"Oh no, I completely forgot." You say to Daisy, suddenly.

"What is it?"

"Well I'm not inspecting anyone today. But I forgot to tell the Tax and his soldiers that, so they're still rounding up and stripping Dark Elf beauties for the inspection."

"Should we tell them they can all go home, sir?" Asks Galatiax.

You take a long look at the line of women, trying to cover their tiny naked pussies and shivering with humiliation while dozens of men and boys jeer at them.

"No."