Enslaved by barbarians

Caroline's sword sliced through the vines like a raging inferno, decimating them in her wake. An adrenaline surge ran through her veins, and she felt sweat run down her face like a roaring river. Her golden locks stuck to her skin like glowing embers of molten steel, and with each thrust of her expertly trained blade, her leather skirt clung to her toned muscles like a second skin.

The air filled with fury as she lashed out at the vines sprouting from the ground. With each swing of her blade more obstacles magically grew, only to be met by a flurry of strikes that ignited the debris into a blazing mound around her feet. Her violent swings brought forth curses like bullets and each word echoed with rage throughout the landscape.

The High Sorceress Isabelle pierced her with a cold stare as she slowly reached up and grabbed hold of her gargantuan bare breasts, the enormousness of her bosom revealing just how much magical power was stored inside them. With a loud clatter of metal, Isabelle rang the bells on her nipple rings - an intimidating warning that these distasteful words would not be tolerated in the presence of her esteemed holiness.

Johanna's entourage moved with haste, the sacred carriage pushed by four devoted maidens who had sworn to protect her. The wheels squealed against the harsh terrain, winding their way towards the shrine of the goddess. Her highness was determined to receive a blessing from the gods before another year would pass.

As the stunning temple loomed before them, a ferocious roar ripped through the air like a savage beast. Their archenemies, the barbaric warriors, surged forth from the shadows with murderous intent in their eyes, brandishing spears that glinted in the moonlight.