You inform the amazons how they'll be working for you.

A darker-skinned amazon with her hair done in thick braids turns to the others and smiles. "Hey, come on you fools. Don't look so down about it. There'll be quite some honor in returning to tell that we were recognized for our skill and valor by the enemy ruler herself, and spared on account of our heroic efforts!" she speaks as if you weren't there.

"Easy for you to say, Paloma!" Another tall and especially well-endowed amazon warrior with curly blonde hair says. "You can count on your rich mother to ransom you. What good are stories of valor to the landless among us who will be toiling in some frozen Frostpeaks copper mine 'til Lady **** claims us?"

More murmurs of concern ripple through their ranks as many of the amazons discard their weapons and put their hands forward to be tied. The depraved sexual meaning of your taunt seems to have gone over their heads, or is at least not being remarked on. Many of the ones hearing the blonde's words start complaining, and a few throw recriminations at one another.

"Ah, allow me to put your minds at ease, my nubile savage guests," you shout to them so all can hear. "We do not practice slavery here in Itheria. None of you are going to any kind of mine, plantation, mill, latifundium, or anything of that nature."

"Whot's that?!" A short and girlish amazon with brown pigtails and freckles squeals. "Then what about all those **** magician girls you've always got trailin' along behind you?"

The young and short-yet-curvaceous blue-haired witch Rima laughs bitterly. "YEAH! What ABOUT us, Zoe?! You hypocritical bitch!"

You keep smiling towards the amazons but turn and speak out of the side of your mouth. "Shut up, Rima, unless you want to spend the next week servicing the Gaelicans in a maid costume." You turn to the amazons and continue. "Those women behind you are witches. They are prisoners of my family serving a commutated **** sentence for crimes against the natural order. The silver shackles are to stop them from summoning demons or killing everyone. In any case they don't do any physical labor more arduous than washing clothes."

"Well," Marzena smirks at Rima and gives her a friendly punch in the shoulder, "she's got us there, aye? I never even wash clothes, including my own. Let the old maids who can't draw customers take care of that. Sucking and bending over for dicks is much easier."

A different amazon you can't see breaks into the conversation. "What about those awful dead things you sent to attack the walls, Countess? Ain't those slaves?"

"ZOMBIES DON'T COUNT EITHER!" You shout, getting heated. "Stop complaining! I'm trying to tell you that those who don't have a ransom coming from your mothers and fathers..."

Once again a heckling warrior-woman, the same unseen one as before, interrupts. "Fathers?! Hah! What a queer place this land is, where men are allowed to manage money! Bet they spend it all on fancy pants and rich food!" Several of the nearby amazons grumble at her for making light of such a grim situation.

Pouting, you put your hands on your hips. "As if there's something wrong with spending money on the finer things in life? You stupid brutes, how has spending your wealth on weapons and armor so you can play at being men worked out for you? You see this sword on my belt here?" You thrust out your hip, causing the short hem of your dress to flutter in the breeze. "Never used! And yet here I am, the victor!" Lady Rella takes offense to that and steps forward, holding out her hands to be tied up. "By callously sacrificing the lives of others while you watch from safety!"

"As is only proper for a noblewoman!" you make a sweeping haughty gesture and rest your hand upon your chest.

Unsurprisingly Marzena sees the opportunity to jest and boast. "Ooooh, but Zoe! How about me? Am I a stupid brute? I've killed two-score men or thereabouts and I'm only 21, but I can't swing a sword and I'm plenty soft and pliant when I need to be. Where do I fit into this gendered schema of yours? D'you have a rubric?"

"You fit in the barn with the rest of the livestock, you jenny-ass!" you shrill back at her. "I swear, the next sorcererous slattern who interrupts me will get a lashing! A-ahem! Now listen, you amazons!" you say. "All of these men just chanced **** to storm this castle, and part of their reward for winning that bloody lottery is ravishing a woman or two. Magnanimous ruler that I am, I've ordered that the commoner women of this town be spared any forcible defilement, so long as enough of them are reasonable about providing hospitality to their new garrison in the coming days. However, you madwomen who stubbornly persisted in trying to help topple the only matrilineal domain in Itheria merit less of my sympathy. 'Til the sun rises tomorrow morn, it's going to be open season on the lot of you."

Whereas if a typical group of young maidens... or even the typical female knights ("typical" meaning "not fuming sluts like Tula") were to be told such a thing they might be fainting and weeping in disbelief, the amazons let out a collective groan of discontentment, like soldiers who've just been given an order to march through the night. Even in spite of that obvious distaste, a few are smirking and blushing.

The heckler speaks up again from somewhere in their midst. "Any chance we can take only the good-looking ones?" That draws a lot of laughter from the amazons who have just been tied up.

Another dark-haired, tan-skinned amazon, flowing hair kept out of her eyes with a leather headband, speaks up, crossing her hands over her chest. "Wait? Surely you'll let us keep our armor, at least?" she looks more distraught than any of the others and tears are beading up in her eyes. "P-please, my lady... I'm young, from a poor mother, and this is my first campaign. I had to go deep into debt to afford my panoply. And I know there are others like me. We are doomed to slavery, even if not by your hand, if you let those mercenaries loot us! Please have mercy!" A chorus of other voices with similar complaints and pleas kicks in.

You tilt your head to the side, striking a winsome pose, and smile, still speaking loud so most can hear, and the rest have your words passed along in a chain of whispers. "Well, I should like a suit of that marvelous armor of yours for myself, but I shall be gracious and take only what can be recovered from the amazons who did not survive. For the rest of you, we'll tack it on to your ransom." Many of the women sigh in relief.

Turning around, you take Marzena's hands and give them a wink. Marzena looks at you quizzically, then smiles, guessing it's a private joke. "Ooooh," Marzena says softly, "you just got one over on 'em because who would even be able to sell scores and scores of armor pieces that are only fitted for women?"

"Nope! Wrong!" you say with a smirk. "Outside of Undrek and other cities, every little hamlet has a tomboy peasant girl or three who'd like to try playing hero and would take a loan or two to buy such a thing. I'm smiling because now I can take their kit hostage to stop them running off and they'll consider it good-will on my part."

Speaking to the amazons again, you make sultry gestures with your hands. "Well, I shall give those of you with no ransom coming a chance to buy your own freedom. You see, I'm going to be staying here for a while, and renovating the town a bit. There will be two things I prioritize there. Training a new, expanded militia loyal to me... and bringing in a steady stream of trade and income to pay for repairs. You all should be more than qualified to do both of those at the same time. We are sure to get plenty of eager recruits when we advertise that our newly raised soldiers will be receiving hands-on training from skilled, beautiful amazons... whose feminine charms they can also enjoy for a nominal fee."

The amazon with braided hair who spoke before tilts her head. "'Feminine charms'? I'm not sure I take her meaning." the shorter girl next to her leans in and whispers to her. "Ohhhhh." The one with braided hair blushes.

You clap your hands twice. "Alright then! Let's get you mighty warriors to the town's major inns. By my decree they shall be combined and rebuilt into a combination barracks, training hall and bordello. Let's go ahead and get you girls moved in. Alas, you'll receive no payment for anything that happens today. I shall consider that to be... training."

Lady Rella sighs. "How shameful. Well, I suppose I can ask for no more mercy than that. For my soldiers, I mean. I have no illusions that my life or my freedom will necessarily be spared. I ask only that you give me a brief few minutes to use my authority as 2nd princess to seal some oaths before you take me to my fate." She turns to the others and raises her voice. "Listen, all of you! You must do as the Countess says, not for the sake of your lives, but because honorable surrender demands it. With that in mind, those of you with betrothals, go to one another now. For those who don't, now may be a good time to make one. A sister-in-arms hastily chosen out of expediency may be better than none."

Many of the amazons start talking to one another. Although dozens of your troops are surrounding them and no doubt eager to haul the beautiful warriors off to some bedchambers and get to know them better, the men watching seem curious as the amazons start discussing things you don't understand. Rella comes to the first couple, the tall blonde who spoke out before and a shorter red-haired girl with braids. The two amazon warriors exchange brass rings, and Rella touches them both on the shoulder and says something in a language you don't understand.

"Oh, what's this, now?" Marzena asks. "I'm almost worried they're doing magic, but I've never heard of an amazon magician."

"Hmmm. I am curious as well. Say, Hannah!" you shout to the pretty auburn-haired witch near the back. "Go and fetch Johari. She knows something of these folk's funny customs."