The Last of the Dark Elves

"Well no mark up here." you call to Daisy with an air of disappointment.

"Sadly, there isn't one up here either!" Daisy answers back from far below.

As you had been getting through the last of the female Dark Elves, Daisy had gotten very worried that you had completely missed the Princess of Destiny. You were about to tell her, that you had known she was the princess of destiny for almost a week now, but then Daisy came up with a new brilliant idea to scrutinize the naked elves in an even more humiliating manner and... well... it just slipped your mind.

Using a few of the thousands of Dark elf panties you had harvested, you had created a portal at waist-height above a raised platform on the street just outside of your girl-stripping head quarters, to the balcony hanging high overhead. Any girl being inspected would stand on the platform with her butt and pussy at just above eye level to any passing crowd, while her head and boobies would be displayed nicely from the balcony above. This gave plenty of extra space, for Daisy and a few naked acolytes to inspect the girl's upper half for a star-shaped mark, while you and any local citizens fancying a fun show, could analyse her lower half. It was a beautiful system really.

"Oh well, let's catch up with the booby-inspector in chief." You cheerily say to the very angry elf as you push her up through the portal, fully onto the balcony with Daisy. You follow behind at just the right distance to watch her pert bottom wiggle it's way in front of you.

"Can you please fetch me some clothes? I don't see why I should have to run home naked?" She pleads vainly as you jump to your feet.

"It's actually really fun." A naked acolyte informs her, "I was scared my first time too, but when everyone starts clapping and cheering when you show them your ass, you get such a thrill!"

"But I don't want a thrill, I just want my clothes."

"You shouldn't knock it 'til you try it. Here, I'll help you." You immediately push her over the balcony edge, where she falls into the gathered crowd below. What looks like a group of college age boys catch her (perfectly unharmed) and eagerly deliver a few quick slaps to the bottom as she wriggles out of their grip. Immediately they chase after her into the city.

"She'll be fine," the acolyte assures you, "we have scouts all over the city. She'll get home unhurt."

"Excellent work!" You turn to the young acolyte, she is blessed with a firm and full pair of c-cups, quite the endowment for a dark elf, she also has a long braid down her back of striking silver hair. Apparently that's rare for dark elves, who normally have white or black tresses, combed into practical styles.

"Well you see, Sir, that was the last one."

"Nonsense, there's no way that was the last clothed-lady in the city, there's got to be a couple more, I can smell them."

"But look, Sir, there's no queue. My naked sisters rounded up every archaic, clothed woman in the city, we checked their names off the census report. Look here!"

"She hands you a single sheet of parchment covered in dark elf script."

You furrow your brow; with all the girls that needed denuding, you hadn't really had time to master the Dark elf language, but you were sure you picked something up during your time here...

"Are you sure this is everyone? Even with your bizarre language, this doesn't look like a big enough list."

"You're holding it upside down, Sir."

You turn the paper around and suddenly the volume of writing appears significantly larger.

"How in the-"

"You see, we've inspected everyone except Matron Villesti and her daughter, Vixella." The acolyte interrupts before you can finish your sentence.

"I thought you just said we stripped everyone in the city? That can't be true if one of the four great Matrons still hasn't shown her pussy to the peasantry."

"No one's seen those two since the day you arrived. We all thought they fled the city. They're infamous for having such tiny boobs, so they probably wanted to run before you could expose their secrets."

"No, they're still here, I can sense it." You mutter, determinedly, looking out over the dimly lit streets of the Dark-Elf Capitol. "Imagine what the other Panty Raiders would say if I told them there were only two ladies left in the whole city to strip and I just let them go? I'd be laughed at!"

"Of course, Sir. I didn't know that there were more of you." Your acolyte replies inquisitively.

"There aren't, but I can be very harsh on myself where naked nobles are involved."

Changing the subject, you turn to your assistant.

"Daisy, we have a new mission."

"Right away!" Daisy salutes with such enthusiasm, her of pitch-black boobies noticeably jiggle in front of her.

"Villesti and Vixella possess the only sets of elven boobies in in this kingdom we haven't inspected, I just can't let that stand."

"I think I met Vixella once at the academy. She was in her final year, and I was starting my first, but when she saw how big my tits were getting despite the fact I was so young, she got jealous. She insisted I was stuffing my bra then ripped my clothes off in the middle of the cafeteria to "prove to everyone" I was stuffing. I was exposed to the whole school which was humiliating, but after seeing how much bigger than hers my breasts really were, she never came near me again."

"Such fond memories we all have of our childhood friends..." you lament. "Anyway, we better get going before our quarries escape to the surface. The garrison I put at the main entrance hasn't reported anything, so I presume they ran off a different way."

"There's a network of tunnels to the West, not many people know about it, but House Tazron used to bring in contraband that way and sell it for a very large mark-up," pipes up the acolyte helpfully.

"That's a fantastic place to start, remined me to give you a spanking later for being so helpful."

"Thank you, Sir." The acolyte, gives a little bow with a smile.

"What was your name again?"

"Viyexta, Sir."

"Well, Viyexta, since you already know so much about the tunnels, why don't you lead the way? Oh, and stop calling me Sir."