1705 Revenge, Oh Sweet Revenge!
"Victory is ours!"
Peetage raised his sword high, rushing with red blood eyes towards the heartless women ahead.
~Gallop. Gallop. Gallop!
His men were eight bodies, roaring their thunderous bellows in support.
By his immediate left and right sides were 2 of his most trusted aides, Nicko and Eric.
"Yahhhhh!" They exclaimed slashing and dicing the enemies' necks and bodies at every turn.
Dammit!
One of the quick-thinking women rolled underneath Eric's horse, tearing its stomach, causing him to fly off.
Bam!
The horse fell but Eric wasn't hurt, as he rolled away for safety before stopping on one knee, taking 2 long daggers from his back sheaths and forming a cross against his face.
Sling!
He just blocked a fierce attack from another woman with a sword.
"Yahhhh!"
Bam!
The woman was pushed back in a frenzy but did not give up, attacking Eric again and again until he finally sliced her throat clean.
"Witches... how I hate them all." The man looked at the body in disgust and continued running forth to deal with the other women.
Looking at the tower ahead, everyone smirked mercilessly. They had surrounded the entire hidden stronghold, attaching it from all corners.
Yes, there might be hidden underground passageways for some enemies to flee.
That's why they also had men strategically placed within the far stretch of forest regions, planning to catch any escapees from caves, tunnels and so on.
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Heh.
Everyone sneered.
Don't think escaping them who planned this for a long, long, long f**king time now.
The entire stronghold was covered in red, and even the current rains couldn't wasn't them clean easily.
Bang!
Thunder sounded and lightning filled the air too, but the many men did not care, rushing forth with blades, spears, daggers and weapons of all kinds, pointing them at the supposed witches.
In the few buildings not yet intruded several witches cursed loudly, wondering what sort of ill-fate their organization had for enemies to invade when a majority of witches have long left for Pyno.
What the hell?
"Mother Superior isn't here! The only ones here are Elder Misa, Elder Jill, and Elder Lydia." One of the girls pointed out, wondering if they should rush to the other building to meet the elders.
Many still hesitated as that building was somewhat off-bounce and seen as a Holy place for only the most superior in rank to steal in.
Many sneered in disgust and rage, feeling that men were just too grateful and cowardly to attack them when they were unprepared.
"Hmph! Sure enough, Mother Superior was right! Men are just a bunch of wicked beings! How dare they come over to attack a bunch of women? Don't they have any shame?"
"Exactly! Men are all the same! I think if we lower their guard by dressing down seductively and awaiting them like caged prisoners they will not kill us easily. And then, it will be our time to strike!"
"Yeah!" Many agreed.
In the past, this has worked against men who caught them during missions.
All they had to do was pretend to be scared and pitiful, arousing the man's desire to either want them as playthings or enjoy the pleasure of seeing them in pain.
It will amaze many how many men changed their minds no longer wanting to kill their enemy women but choosing to imprison them and force them through all sorts of sexual pleasures.
The group thought that with their skills, they would escape during the journey.
After all, although they spoke of rushing to the other building to see their superiors, the enemy might be the one to reach their elders faster than they, so it's best to focus on saving their necks now.
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Everyone swallowed their disgust for men, quickly taking off their clothes, biting their lips, and running their hands through their hair for maximum volume effect.
They felt that no man could be able to withstand so many naked beauties shyly looking at them invitingly.
Be honest... who can resist?
(^v^)
In the end, it should be a f**king easy, they won't even need to lift a finger, no?
It wasn't just them thinking so, as many superiors in the Mighty Tower building at the center, also did the same.
Of course, the Witch Elders who were above 45, went on their knees behind the bunch of younger naked witches.
The naked ones were those between ages 33~38.
Even though they were 'old,' their bodies were still young, youthful and their bodies still vibrant.
Bottom line, they were still very desirable.
Everyone was looking forward to their arrival, too bad they miscalculated because Peetage wasn't Your everyday typical man.
~Bang!
The large double-sided doors slammed open, as Peetage and his men.
They were drenched from head to toe, and the sounds of heavy rain and thunder flooded the scene.
Peetage's men quickly checked the entrance hallway, rushing forward to occupy every little hallway and path while Peetage slowly advanced, taking off his soaked gloves.
"Search from top to bottom. Leave no corner unturned. I want them rounded up in no more than 3 hours !"
Peetage was in no rush, sitting comfortably and awaiting his men to gather them all.
His men in other buildings should also be rounding up any captives they find too.
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Time trickled down like falling grains of sand, as his men worked swiftly, rounding up any women they met.
Tsk.
It was amazing how these women had already given up and rounded themselves up too.
They were so bold, always feeling they could never lose no matter what direction the winds blew.
Whether victory or defeat, they felt their chances of survival were extremely high, especially in this era when enemy women were mostly captured while enemy men were typically slayed on the spot.
Had they been men, their fates would have been determined.
But now, even in their moments of defeat, they could use what their Goddess of witchcraft and beauty had given them, enticing the enemy like fools that they are.
Hmph!
Even as they were escorted forward in full nudity, they still wore arrogant and calm faces to meet Peetage.
They perked their chests high, letting their bosoms stand afloat with heightened pleasure thanks to the cold weather.
Peetage swept his eyes across the group and sneered. "On your knees!"
What? Do you still want them to kneel after they have lowered their dignity so much by standing in full nude as a gift before a man?
If they were out on a mission, yeah sure, they could swallow it a bit. But this was their home, their lands and their territory.
They felt more than insulted to do so.
More importantly, what's with the face? Most men would have looked at them awfully at this point. So why was the leader still stern-faced?
Could it be that he was too blind to appreciate their beauty?
Many felt like complaining but dared not say a word, at least not until the enemy leader spoke his mind.
For now, they had to keep their act of pretending to be frightened chickens who couldn't even kill a fly.
Of course, the elders who were still fully clothed dared not act like demons in such a precarious situation.
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Obediently, all women went down on their knees, shaking like leaves falling off a tree.
One of the younger-looking ones at the forefront but their pink plump lips at Peetage.
"What... what do you want to do with us?" Her actions alone, coupled with her voice and body, could make a man's little thing stand erect. But sadly, she got no response at all.
Dammit!
'What's up with the leader? What's up with these men in this room? It should've worked by now. Their leader should have been tempted to stand and lift my chin lustfully. At least that would've been a good sign. So why hasn't anything happened yet?'
Confusion filled the air alongside silence.
They just couldn't understand why Peetageand his men were proving difficult. Or could it be all of them like only men?
Impossible!
Only 2 out of 10 men in every group are fully committed to being with men.
5 out of 10 are bi, able to enjoy both men and women, while another 3 out of 10 are only fully committed to women.
What? Do you think when men stay out in war for months in desolate areas and on the seas they don't get down with each other?
Please, be serious!
At least 50%of men are bi, marrying men or women of their choice.
Of course, marrying a woman was a must since they had to birth an heir to carry their lineage.
It doesn't matter if you marry a man later, but the first must be a woman!
Whether you treat that woman right or not is all up to you.
Look! Even the royal family of the Laboon Empire has a male consort as one of the monarch's wives.
Bottom line, it was impossible for all men here to like just women. So why weren't they responding to their advances?
(?~?)
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The corners of Peetage's mouth raised wickedly, after seeing how anxious they were growing.
He wore a mask which only covered bhis eyes and nose, leaving his mouth and chin exposed.
With a simple nod, his men did not hesitate to raise their bows at the bunch of stunning naked women.
"Why, you ask? Because you all touched my woman!"
What?
The women all turned grim, not expecting things to turn out this way!
Who was this man?
