[Myds]

Having suffered all nature of indignity from amused and vindictive townsfolk and peasants along the route to the border with Glantri, Adrienne and Anwen are dropped off at the crossing where there was little in sight but a long road, and a humble farm. “We need to find some clothes,” Adrienne sighed, “if we return like this Archmaga Karana will be livid.” “And we need to clean up!” added Anwen. “Let’s clean up at that well.”

After a few minutes, the women had cleaned up, and, although slightly cold, were pleased at least to be clean of the food thrown at them in the court of Kerameikos, and the smell of eggs and overripe vegetables thrown by peasants as the wagon carrying them in the stocks drove through towns and fields to get to the border. For a moment, they nearly relaxed. They sat down with their backs to the well, and rested for a few moments. “We can try that farmhouse for clothes. Maybe they’ll give us something,” Anwen suggested. “No one is giving two nude women who arrived in stocks in a wagon anything. We’ll have to steal some clothes.” “But we’re high-ranking officials of their government.” “Even if they somehow believed us, that isn’t something we should be telling country folk. Not all of them like the Magocracy.” “If you say so, Adrienne.” “I do, now let’s see if anyone’s home.”

Both sat and watched the house for a few minutes, then Anwen got close enough to peek in the windows. “I think it’s clear.” “Let’s go,” Adrienne responded, walking up to the door. “Locked.” “What kind of country folks lock their doors?” Adrienne frowned, “The kind that don’t trust their government…or mages. Do you know how to pick locks?” Adrienne rattled the door and used her shoulder to try to force it. She made no headway, but a good deal of noise.

“Back away from our house!” came a voice behind them. Adrienne turned to see two peasant girls standing behind her. She couldn’t believe their luck. One was heavy-set, one more svelte. Their clothes would fit perfectly. “I don’t know what you’re doin here,” the heavier peasant continued, “but you’d best be on your way.” “I’ve heard of something called a cat burglar, Maisie” laughed the svelte peasant, pointing at the two naked women, “but these are the first ‘bare’ burglars I’ve ever heard of.” Adrienne approached the peasants slowly, her hands up in what seemed to be a gesture of harmlessness. Anwen, however, spoke up, “Do you have some clothes we could—“ But Adrienne was already weaving a spell. The peasants strained to fight her influence as her magic entered their heads and dominated their will. In only a few moments, they were willingly removing their own clothes and handing them over. The clothes fir perfectly, as Adrienne predicted, and it was the peasants who were now covering their nudity.

“Funny,” Anwen mused, “I was taught that magic couldn’t make you do anything you wouldn’t want to do.” “That’s not entirely true,” Adrienne responded, “it’s very difficult to make someone do something they wouldn’t normally, and it only lasts a short time. There are a few mages out there who specialize in it.” No sooner had she spoken the words than the two peasant girls started to come out of their trance. Adrienne tried to cast a spell, but it fizzled, as the difficult domination spell had used all her magical power for the time being. They turned to run, but the farm girls, more accustomed to exercise, were able to catch and subdue them with ease.

Just as fast as they had put the clothes on, the peasants stripped them again. Adrienne tried to struggle, but the much stronger Masie wrestled her into submission. She sat on a fence and pulled the defeated mage onto her lap. “This is for working your fancy magics on us,” Maisie declared as she started slapping the abundant backside in front of her. The other farmgirl quickly decided that she should follow suit with Anwen. Adrienne was already sobbing as Anwen’s spanking began. When the farmgirls decided that their charges were appropriately red-bottomed, they tossed them over the fence, face-first.

Adrienne hadn’t noticed the pigpen, as most of her attention had been on her throbbing backside up until now. But as she lifted her face from the mud, or what she hoped was mud, she heard the pigs squealing in indignation at the two pink-bottomed ladies that were sharing their stye.