Two Against WAR

Jennifer watched in horror as women in various states of undress ran wildly before her, their tattered clothing falling like confetti in the air. If she could, she would try to help them, maybe scold the miscreant responsible, or, if she felt particularly brave, try and challenge them with magic. Unfortunately for her, this was not possible as she had been tied very securely to the speaker's podium in such a way that her tiny pussy and, somehow tinier, breasts were on full display to the crowd. She couldn't even say anything about it; her panties and bra had been bundled together and turned into a gag preventing any such negative comments.

Every blush of her comrades, every pink pussy exposed against its will, all seemed to move in slow motion. That, of course, was because her attackers had enchanted her to experience the passage of time at a fraction of a normal speed. She struggled against her bonds with all her might, but in vain, her fate was sealed. She hung her head, so as not to see the humiliation of her sex.

Far removed from Jennifer's predicament, you see the world go past at super-speed, well, actually it's you going at super-speed, but relativity and all that...

You don't have the luxury to think about it, your mind and body race through a whirlwind of panties and screaming girls. You hands move almost of their own accord as you stamp ass after ass after ass, out of the corner of your eye you clock Tom leaving a trail of stamped boobies in her wake. A quick count of the jiggling tits in the room and you realise Tom is only one naked girl behind you. You redouble your efforts on a huddle of elven WAR girls you just managed to corner; unfortunately, Tom seems to have noticed and has picked up speed with a pair of orcs, a dwarf, and a cat-girl running up the stairs to the viewing gallery.

You turn back to your elves and rip away their panties, but you still hear the unmistakable yowl of a cat-girl losing here clothing and dignity very much against her will.

The chasing, the stripping and the squealing continues until every last member of war, and almost half the other girls in the academy have been sent back to their dorms with only their hands to protect their modesty, or are left dangling in a creative but humiliating position from the gymnasium ceiling. Just as you're finishing up writing "WAR girls have tiny tits" on the ironing board chest of a very angry sun elf, Daisy and Stacy come crashing through the doors.

"I can't believe you did all this without us!" exclaims Daisy in betrayal.

"I can't believe you missed it, where were you two?" asked Tom, while scribbling "Pinch my nipples for ten points!" on the back of a quarter-demon bombshell.

"Well, we were on our way to find you, but then we noticed the men's basta-ball team was playing an important match against the knight's guild from the East mountains." replies Stacy.

"So we decided to go streaking right through the playing field." Daisy continues.

"The crowd was loving it, but the referee was some uptight girl who tried to send me off. So I pantsed her in front of everyone. Our escape was going well until I got stuck climbing the fence, so I was immobilised five feet off the ground with my naked ass sticking out." Stacy recounts.

"The referee wanted **** for the pantsing, so she instructed everyone to form a line and give her exposed arse five spanks each." Daisy says eagerly.

"Look at what they did to me!" Stacy spun around to reveal an impressive dark purple colour palette adorning her tight and perky cheeks. "It was alright mostly, but the last person to spank me was really painful, I couldn't see who it was, but they were really into it."

"Oh, that was actually me."

"Well it sounds like you girls had fun." you interrupt, "I just had Tom help me with this last project before I say goodbye to The Academy for good. It's a pity, I wanted write a farewell note to the Raiders Girls across the boobies of all the girls in WAR. We stripped them well enough, but, their titties are all so itty and bitty that even all of them put together don't have all the space I need."

"Why don't you use mine?" Stacy volunteered, proudly thrusting her jiggly goods forward "I'm no Daisy, but I've got some writing space on me."

"Maybe..." you ponder.

"Come on Raider, you could write three lengthy messages and only use lefty here." Daisy coyly offers her massive left mammary as if daring you to do it.

"No, no, that won't do, you too just wouldn't have the right impact. Wait, I know the perfect girl to complete my writing paper stash. She's been a bit full of herself recently so I think the humiliation will do her some good."

"I'm excited already, who is it?" asks Tom, beaming with excitement.

Two hours later Raider's Girls pose for a group photo in front of Raider's farewell letter. They're all wearing the RG dress uniform as it is a special occasion - that's a thong that shows their recent "STRIPPED BY THE PANTY RAIDER" stamp, and tight t-shirts with two holes cut out for the breasts.

"I knew he was a charmer, but I never knew he could write so beautifully," said Lazlia, a black-haired human with juicy D-cups hanging proudly out of her t-shirt holes.

"I know what you mean," replied a lithe elven girl with long legs that went for miles, "The second paragraph where he just ends with 'WAR girls have tiny tits,' it feels incomplete, but final, as if he's leaving, not because his job is done, but because it is his time."

"I think the true mastery is in the final line," chimes in Robyn, the head of the living poets club and member of the high committee of Raider's Girls. "So simple, but so powerful."

The girls walk over to where the last line is written "Your naked future awaits with open legs." on the petite bosom of a particularly furious mage, and the only one not technically associated with WAR to be included in the collage.

The angry sorceress wriggles and squirms as much as she can, but Raider tied her up too well for it to mean anything. She would try and beg for help if it weren't for the gag made of her own panties, but for now she had no option other than to just dangle where she was, with her legs **** wide apart by rope, giving the Raider's Girls an excellent view of her smooth pussy.

Robyn, ever encouraging, leans in to the angry girl and and tries to console her, "Don't worry, Bra-Buster, I'm sure next time it will be you tying us up with our pussies on display."