Morgana ordered us all to get a full nights sleep.
"We strike tomorrow at noon!" she said, "all who stand firm with me will be granted one boon from me once I am
Queen... No, Empress of Molossia!"
The four hardy soldiers cheered like men of war at that, obviously confident about their chances after seeing
Morgana in action. The other ex-soldiers, now counted as nine comely wenches after our last visit to Molossia,
cheered too. Though their cheer sounded more like the adoring commoner women that would surround my brother
and his guard when he rode through town. They too seemed genuinely confident or perhaps it was the boons
Morgana promised them? If they'd all been of clearer mind I'd have no doubt they'd all ask to be restored to
manhood but as it happened they all seemed to be rather lascivious and especially dim which the four remaining
males seemed to be happy to take advantage of. More than once I had heard lewd noises from the half finished
expansion where they slept and it seemed tonight would be no different as I overheard their conversations as
we went off to bed.
"Come on? We go to war tomorrow, tonight could be our last night on earth! why not enjoy it?" a male coaxed
knowing full well this was extremely unlikely.
"B-but I wasn't always a gal," "It's embarrassing!" "How could I look you in the eye if I get changed back?"
came the replies of the fetching females. All their protests were half-hearted or simply for show it would
turn out as the ruckus and ecstatic moans I heard that night were the loudest and longest by far!
"What a bunch of horny toads!" Maedel smirked as we lay awake trying to sleep, "almost makes you want to join
in doesn't it?"
I knew the comment was directed at me in jest but Andrew, my brother... well,.. Arn, my sister unthinkingly
answered "Mmm hmm."
She was clearly flustered and I was stunned at such improper behavior from my younger sibling! How could he
even consider joining in especially now he's a woman? He's supposed to be a Prince he shouldn't be considering
spreading his legs wide for some oversexed, muscular soldier... Perhaps I was a little flustered too.
Day dawned and we had our usual breakfast of pancakes around the large table in the kitchen. The table now
stood a few feet longer to accommodate our five newest arrivals. They and the other soldiers turned wenches
seemed positively glowing despite their ruffled bed hair and the smell of sex on them. Clearly, they'd enjoyed
their night romp. Much to Maedel's apparrent jealousy.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm! These pancakes taste so good. Better than sex! Wouldn't you say so ladies?" Maedel asked the
wenches, causing all 9 of them to blush in unison.
"Well, eat up because we leave for war soon!" said Morgana, smiling so much it was hard to think she was
taking this war seriously. Then again she rarely takes anything seriously.
"And don't mind Maedel girls, I'm sure your, ahem talents will come in very useful today," Morgana finished
saying as she finished her drink. Their talents certainly would prove useful as well.
We teleported into the Molossia high street once again but this time their were no crowds running away from.
Only a small army waiting. A very small army of only 21 men. Some more like boys than men and others much too
old to be working let alone fighting. Their greater numbers proved useless though. At the snap of Morgana's
fingers the 9 wenches grew two bust sizes each accentuated by the clothes Morgana had given them as "battle
dress." They were each dressed differently. One as a Bar Maid, her black corset raising her ample bosom, a
long brown skirt hid her curvy bottom. She carried many tankards over to the dumbfounded soldiers who took
them though were still wary of drinking. The barmaid spilt the last tankard a little over her white top, her
bosoms showing through the wetness. "Oh no!" She feigned surprise, "Could you be a dear and suck some of this
booze up for me, hun? I'd be really, really grateful," she winked and soon had a soldiers face in her chest.
The youngest girl, a Milk Maid dressed in a short blue skirt and apron with her hair in blonde pigtails
sauntered over beside a youth and shyly swayed her bucket back and forth while coyly looking up and down at
him smiling. The youngster smiled back and she offered him her hand. They skipped off to sit in the grass and
she gave him a peck on the cheek.
Another girl wore the bonnet, apron and pink dress of a shepherdess. She used her crook to pull a soldier
toward her by his neck. Bo Peep caught him in an embrace and they were soon locked at the lips. Bo Peeps eye
crept open and soon she hooked another dumbfounded soldier and pulled him over having him take a position
behind her and feeling up her breasts. Before long she had a third and was caressing his crotch.
The wench with the biggest bust appeared to be a wet nurse. Her loose fitting and low hemmed dress allowing
ease of access to her breasts it seemed as she slid it down and beckoned two soldiers to drain her aching
bosom, promising to take care of them in turn.
A french maid wore a black, frilled skirt so short it did little to hide her shapely behind. "Oh zis mess will
not do. We will 'af to get you three out of zose dirty clothes zis instant" the maid said before leaning in
and whispering in one soldiers ear, "and per'aps I can polish your cock while I am at it?"
One girl wore just her undergarments though they looked magnificent - Stockings and garterbelt with lacy black
panties and corset. She ordered 3 of the soldiers to strip and get on all fours, cracking a whip between them.
I wondered at such a strange sight. I was unused to seeing men dominated by a woman besides Morgana.
A red headed girl with green eyes danced and skipped about playfully singing as she weaved between men
stopping to whisper to some "If you catch me you can fuck me." Before dancing off giggling. Soon she had 4 men
chasing her.
Another girl, nude except for a collar and ball gag walked up to an older man. She was red faced and her eyes
watered unable to look him in the eye as she handed him her leash and a paddle with a note reading - I've been
a bad girl and must be punished. She was soon bent over his knee with a very sore bottom.
The final woman was dressed in an elegant white dress with flowers in her hands. A wedding dress, I thought.
With another snap of her fingers the most handsome of soldiers was in the finest uniform I'd seen at any royal
function and quickly whisked her off to the church across the street.