So Many Panties So Little Time

You stand perched on a high ledge looking out over the city. The luminescent fungi lining the streets and walls creates a beautiful patchwork of light, illuminating the streets below. It's almost as beautiful as the sight of Axallora's tight bottom running away after you stripped and stamped her naked in front of all the Matrons of her line. As she ran away, you were able to place a tracking spell on her using her own panties, they were a particularly powerful pair, so you still had enough magic afterwards to tie up the remaining noble ladies and leave them in Daisy's care.

The tracking spell informs you that Axallora is somewhere to the southwest, she has stopped moving, but she is still outside. Probably hiding in an alleyway, perfect, trapped outside to patiently wait for you while you gather up the panties for the spell.

You check your bag; twelve pairs from the Minrak Matrons, so only two hundred and sixty two to go. You think back to what Daisy said as you entered the city, where would you find a bunch of nubile young elf girls waiting to be stripped when you've already emptied the arcane academy? That's it, the temple of the Spider Goddess! Without wasting a second you run across the rooftops of the underground city to the high gothic spikes of the Dark Elf temple.

You balance on the jagged roof above the temple entrance, silently, you shuffle lower, to hear the conversation between two guards. One of them must be a captain, she carries herself with a sense of smug superiority just begging to be taken down a peg or two. The other is a male soldier and is clearly lower ranked than the woman, who is now lecturing him about some petty detail.

"Eyes up soldier, this is the most sacred ground in the whole Dark Elf Capitol and I will never understand why the Major decided to let a pathetic male corporal stand guard. Weak men like you would never stand a chance against a true enemy of the people."

The male guard just stands silently, it's probably better if he doesn't speak.

"It's almost heretical. You men aren't allowed to know any of the women's rituals of the temple, you're so close you can almost hear them! I suppose it's a good thing there's only one door in and out of this place or we'd have swarms of filthy men like you clawing at the doors trying to get in. One door and no windows is easier to defend from outsiders than some sun elf open air cathedral made entirely of glass."

You chuckle, "One way in and no windows you say?" you whisper to yourself, clearly this entrance was the only way through, better get to business.

You drop down from your hiding place and land right behind the captain, as you descend, you take note of what she's wearing, plate armour on top, but a pair of simple breaches down below, the outfit is finished off nicely with a shiny black helmet, a symbol of rank in the Dark Elf military. Before she has even turned around you have pulled the straps on her armour so her breast plate falls to the floor.

"You filthy human, I'll kill you!" she shrieks.

She lunges at you, sword drawn, you sidestep easily and grab the back of her breaches. With one big heave you lift her by the hem in an uncomfortable wedgie then throw her forward, keeping hold of the breeches and sending her sprawling on the floor. She looks up at you with fury, wearing nothing but a simple set of bra and panties.

She turns to her subordinate guard "You, this is an enemy of the elven women, attack!"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he replies, "I'm just a useless pathetic male, I can't fight foreign invaders."

The captain is still processing his response as you yank off her bra and panties.

Triumphantly you hold the woman firmly with one hand, and raise her panties up like a trophy in the other. With a golden shimmer, they evaporate in your hand as you gesture towards the door that makes up the only entrance to the temple. Satisfied with your work, you use the captains own bra and breeches to tie her up and drop her at the foot of the male guard, who still hasn't said anything since your little skirmish.

"Corporal was it? What's your name, sir?"

"Corporal Tax of the Dark Elf army, fifth division, sir!" He offers a proud salute to you.

"At ease." You command. "I need to know, how many Dark elf women are inside this temple right now."

"Exactly seventy recognised priestesses of the goddess Zinthath, one hundred and ten acolytes of the sisterhood, fifty students in training for priesthood, thirty one abbesses, and of course, the mother superior. Sir!"

"That's exactly two hundred and sixty two women all together, what a brilliant coincidence!"

"What is the coincidence sir?"

"Never you mind. I need to know, can you stand guard here with your captain while I go in?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Can you keep this whole situation as quiet as possible while I get some business sorted out inside?"

"Yes, sir!"

"If people do come along, can you not tell them I just put a spell over the entrance so that only men may pass through the doorway?"

"Yes, sir"

"And while I'm gone, would you give that captain a spanking, she needs reminding that a silly naked chick in front of a man should have some humility?"

"Yes, sir!"

With that you turn and head inside the sacred temple of Arachaine.

Quietly, you slink through the shadows of the old stone walls. Soon you hear the sound of talking and follow it to the source. You find yourself at the back of a large stone hall, right behind at least two hundred beautiful dark elf women, listening closely to the words of a sexy milf of a woman, reading from a pulpit. Just behind her is a roaring fire in an open pit, large enough to illuminate the whole room save for the sheltered areas by the pillars, out of the bright light.

You dive behind a pillar as quickly as possible without being noticed. You listen absentmindedly to the reading while you formulate a plan.

"And so, on that day the Goddess Zinthath did decree, that women must keep their dominion over the men, and that any women who bares her body for the pleasure of a man, must be spanked in public for she is a shameless strumpet. It is the will of Zinthath."

"The will of Zinthath be honoured." The congregation echo's back at the reader.

You peer around your pillar and look at the scene in front of you. The woman reading at the front must be the mother superior, I should start there, let the women know their place. You creep around the edge of the room, as stealthy and unnoticed as a fly on the wall, you could have been a master assassin if girls everywhere weren't in constant need of a stripping.

Finally, you're level with the pulpit. The mother superior is still going with the brilliant flames illuminating her. No point in delaying, you rush over to the woman and in one motion grab her robe and pull it over her head. There is a collective scream of shock and fear from the audience. No time to worry about that now, you yank the women to her feet by her bra, then pull the thing over her head.

The woman screams and throws her hands across her chest, not that they're doing much, her bosom is huge, almost as large as Daisy's, and her thighs and buttocks aren't to shabby either. You toss her robe and bra into the flames beside you and yank her panties down to her ankles as the entire congregation watches, paralysed with shock.

The mother superior scampers off trying to cover her modesty while screaming obscenities that certainly don't befit a high ranking priestess.

"Sisters of the temple of Zinthath," you say formally, "I am the Panty Raider, there is no cause for alarm, I shall be removing all of your panties in due time. If you would like a spanking afterwards, please wait by the pulpit here, once you are naked. Now who's next?"