Strip the beautiful guard girls

You get your hook between the lead guard's cleavage to yank her off-balance and into your arms. She really is a beautiful girl, with big eyes, pouty lips, and a flowing cascade of hair in tight, bouncy ringlets. Holding her close, you use your off-hand khopesh to lift up the back of her skirt and give your audience a preview of a round pair of mahogany buns half-covered in a practical pair of grey panties.

"Okay, we're going to vote," you tell the audience. "Thumbs up to let this lovely lady leave here with her panties on. Thumbs down to strip her bare. Would you like to make your case to keep your panties, miss?"

"You are not going to take my pa--"

"No, they're not convinced," you say, counting the thumbs of the boys in attendance. "Sorry!"

Her skirt goes first, tearing away easily on the edge of your blade. You then spin her about, chopping off her breastplate, a thin undershit, and her bra. Her hourglass body, tall, toned, and glistening with sweat, gets a big round of applause from the audience. She screams and tries to run. You slip a khopesh hook between her ass crack and yank up the back of her panties, stopping her dead in her tracks.

"You're doing great," you whisper. "I can totally buy that you're humiliated right now."

She gives you a bewildered look right before you bring your off-hand khopesh down on her butt, spanking her soundly for a good five strokes. The last one sends her tumbling right out of her panties to land, butt-up, amid the gathered youths. They cheer at the sight of her bare ass and pristine pussy.

You stamp her hakunda, and turn to the rest of the guard girls.

The guard with the shaved head comes at you. You hook her by the belt and tip her forward onto the ground. Her skirt flies up, and you get a hook into her red thong.

"Get ready to vote!" you say. "Ma'am, would you care to make a statement?"

"No, don't!" she screams.

"That's a thumbs-down, I'm afraid. Now everyone gets to see your vagina!"

You pull up on her panties until they slip all the way up her legs and let her hang upside-down by the feet, using your spare khopesh to shred the rest of her clothing. You then stamp her butt, pluck her thong, and let her tumble to the ground in her birthday suit.

The last two make you chase them. You nab the cute one with the dreadlocks by the back of her belt and catch the last one, a slender girl with a beaded faux-hawk, by her armor straps. Soon you have them both up under your arms, their butts pointing to your audience.

"Now, if my lovely assistants would help me out with their skirts..." you say.

Daisy skips happily to your side to hike up the skirt of the cute dreadlocked girl, presenting her white-pantied butt like a presenter on a game show. Ibi follows her lead to reluctantly lift the skirt of the slender faux-hawked girl, exposing a leopard-print brief on a (relative to this group) modest-sized ass. The girls are both kicking and screaming before you even prompt them to make their case.

"Please don't strip us! We'll be nicer! I swear!"

"What do we think, fellas?" you ask your audience.