An Extremely Personal War Between the Tribes -- Part 2

by RRff

The Syren plot of conquest enters it's second phase




"Enter," ordered Chief Warizon Etynal Naelida in response to the request buzzer.
"Commander," acknowledged Eytnal's aide as she saluted.  "As you requested, I am passing on secruity's report of a returning patrol," stated her aide as she approached the commander's desk.  
"Have the officer in charge report to me at once -- "
"Please forgive me interrupting, Commander, but there are only five warizons in the patrol.  And they do not have their unit officer with them," the aide continued as she stood nervously facing the chief warizon.  "The guards reported that the members of the unit were on their own when they were spotted.  And that was confirmed when they approached the entrance checkpoint.  By now -- "
"Mobilize the royal guard!!  Immediately!!" Etynal ordered as she sprang from her chair.  Then as she hurriedly moved around to the front of her desk, she continued urgently, "Have that patrol detained un -- "
"Don't panic, Commander Etynal Naelida."  The chief warizon stopped, looked past the aide to the door, and stared in disbelief.  Standing there was Senior Training Officer Twibe Tenk with two warizons behind her.  The officer pointed at the aide, looked over her shoulder and ordered, "Take her.  Put her with the others."  They quickly stepped around their leader, roughly grapped the dumbfounded aide's arms, and despite her struggles, violently dragged her out through the outer office into the hall.
Fury building inside, Etynal glared at the auburn-haired turncoat officer.  "Well, that explains how the Syrens constantly were able to ambush our patrols."
"Good," responded Twibe as she casually sauntered up to the chief warizon.  "You always were quick.  Which brings us to the issue of -- "
"Why you have decided to side with our most bitter enemy." 
"Straight to the point," the training officer laughed.  "So I will give you a straightforward answer.  The Boetias should be the rightful rulers of our tri -- "
"And no doubt they have promised to reward you handsomely for this betrayal," snapped the commander.  "Chief warizon, perhaps?"
"That is not important at the moment.  What is, is that my position has provided me with the opportunity to prepare for this day.  Now, our time of victory is at hand."
"So what you and the Boetias could not achieve by honourable combat, you are attempting to take through deceit and lies.  You disgust me," snarled Etynal.  When the officer only smirked in response, the indignant commander continued, "As long as I am standing, I will not allow your plans to succeed."
"I was hoping you'd say that."  Twibe's last word was accompanied by her right leg snapping up and her foot drilling into the blonde's solar plexus, doubling Etynal over with an explosive grunt.  Slipping to her left, she drove a right uppercut to the commander's right breast, which knocked her back into the wall.  With the blonde slightly stunned and out of breath, it was easy for the traitor officer to rip open the commander's jacket and tunic, exposing a bra that was straining to contain Etynal's majestic mounds.
The sight of the commanding officer in such an undignified position spurred on Twibe.  Pushing on the commander's right shoulder with her left hand, the traitor drove five ramrod punches into the blonde's belly.  Already short of breath, the remaining air was driven from her lungs with loud grunts.  When Twibe released her hold with her left hand, the chief warizon slid down the wall, arms wrapped around 
her aching abs, looking up in a pain-filled haze at the auburn-haired traitor towering over her.
"Since you're no longer going to be chief warizon, you no longer get to wear the accoutrements of the office," declared Twibe as she reached down and grabbed the shoulders of the commander's jacket.  Powered by rage from the thought that someone would try to forcibly remove her uniform, the blonde gathered her legs under herself, and pushed forward to drive her shoulder into the senior officer's unprotected midsection.  But Twibe was able to protect herself by twisting away and tossing the chief warizon across the room.  In the process, the jacket and tunic were torn from Etynal's body as she tumbled to the floor.
As the blonde scrambled to her feet, Twibe moved in to press her advantage, but her left-right combination to the breasts was blocked.  The furious chief warizon responded with her own combination to the officer's midsection, doubling her over and backing her up.  The traitor straightened herself up quickly and advanced on the commander.  That initiated an exchange of blows to abs, breasts and obliques, which set the office ringing with the smack of fists, feet and knees against bodies, and grunts and groans of complaint.  Simultaneous rights to the other's left breast backed the combatants away from each other.
"I defeated you when I became chief warizon, and I will defeat you now," proclaimed Etynal as the two fighters circled each other.
"You don't get it," sneered Twibe.  "After I defeated you all those other times, didn't you find it strange that you won the most important fight of all?"
"I won my share of matches against you," protested the commander.
"Yes," responded the brunette.  "But none of the important ones.  I let you win that last match."
Enraged, Etynal leapt at her adversary.  Kicks, knees, punches, chops, and three-finger stabs battered Twibe's body until her back was forced against the wall that the blonde had hit previously.  As the commander approached her foe to finish her off, she suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and began to turn to look back over her right shoulder.  Before she could prepare herself, a leg whipped beneath her right arm and snapped into her right obliques.  Bent over and stiff with pain, Etynal was unable to defend against a knee flattening her right breast against her ribcage.
The brief glimpse the commander caught of her new attacker was enough to tell her that it was Smilow Chasa, a member of the royal guard.  Knowing that the conspiracy went this deep, and was this close to the royal family deepened the anguish Etynal already was feeling.  Further physical and mental pain came from another blow that insulted her left kidney.  Realizing that she was caught between two foes, the chief warizon used all her skills to try and keep them off balance, but her efforts were in vain.  Even though the chief warizon occasionally answered back with a strikes to her opponents' bellies or breasts, her rapidly weakening condition was taking the power from her shots allowing her attackers to press their advantage.  Following a series of thumps to her body that she was unable to answer, the blonde's legs gave way, and she dropped to her hands and knees, loud groans spaced by desparate gasps to refill her lungs with air.
During the next couple of moments on the floor, Etynal wondered why the traitors had paused their attack.  Just as she felt she could at least try to continue the fight, the chief warizon then was surprised further when she felt the zipper on the back of her skirt being pulled down.  Just as she turned to see what was going on, the blonde screamed with new pain as her head was jerked up from her hair being pulled.  Next, as the commander found herself being yanked to her feet, her skirt was pulled down past her boots.  Finally, the commander's arms were twisted into a double hammerlock behind her.  When her hair was released, Etynal's head fell forward, hanging in shame as she tried to come to terms with how all this had happened under her watch as -- .
"Chief warizon!!"  The callout was accompanied by a slap to her face.  Etynal shook her head to get the hair out of her eyes, then focused on the auburn-haired traitor as she stood in front her, hands on her hips and a smug look on her face.  "You can feel sorry for yourself later," Twibe mocked.  "First, I have business to finish."
"You need two of you to accomplish this?" asked the blonde bitterly.  "Only those lacking honour would behave this way."
"Honour?!" scoffed Twibe.  "It is outdated attitudes such as those that we are going to change.  All that matters is who wins."
"And how much they enjoy it," chimed in Smilow.
"That's right," acknowledged the traitorous training officer.  "And what I'm going to enjoy right now is pounding the stuffing out of you and watching you suffer.  Plus, as I'm sure you're aware, I know all your weaknesses."  She punctuated her remarks with a stiff left to the belly.  That was the first in a series of punches from both fists that hammered the blonde's toned midsection.  Etynal was tortured with the spectre of defeat as she worried about the punishment that Officer Stayven, and probably her unit had, and still could be enduring.  And what torment awaited the royal family if the warizons were subdued.  And worst of all, along with the deepening ache in her belly and breasts, her legs shook with that particular two-edged pain whenever a blow landed directly on her now stiff, extended nipples, or hit that certain spot at the top of her navel.




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" . . Once your pompous leader is defeated, her beaten and battered body will be dragged out and displayed in front of the rest of those worthless warizons.  Thus demoralized, we easily will be able to expel your precious Aeolas from their comfy palace."  Serval paused briefly while she sat down on her haunches, grabbed Silver by the chin, and brought the blonde's face up close to hers.  She continued icily, "Then, Xanora will be returned to royal status so that she can see that the 'fair-haired family' gets what they rightly deserve.  The only thing I regret is that you won't be able to witness that because when I'm finished with you here, I'll be taking your weak, pathetic, subjugated body back to the Syrens."  Her taunting smile returned as she released Silver's chin and slowly straightend herself up, shaking her head as she looked down at her long-time foe.  Enjoying the torment evident in Silver's eyes and face, she resumed haughtily, "On the other hand, you eventually will be reunited there with your royal tramp.  The Duchess has promised that I can help with dishing out a suitable punishment on the former 'miss high and mighty'.  Then, I will 'comfort' her for all this misfortune, and see if the blonde's body is really worth all the time you spend admiring and playing with it.  And I definitely will make sure you're awake for that.
Silver's change of expression from agonized frustration to indignant fury was so quick, the brunette thought that what she saw could not have been real.  But the warizon's ear-splitting scream, and the sudden eruption of pain in her midsection told the traitor that the blonde somehow had garnered the strength to attack.  Serval did not know in those moments that it was her own words that had fueled the now livid blonde to spring from the ground and drive her right forearm up into the brunette's ab muscles.  Arms wrapped around very sore core, the traitor gasped loudly as she tried to refill her lungs with air so she could fight back.  Arms wrapped around her very sore core, the traitor gasped loudly as she desperately tried to refill her lungs with air so she could fight back.
Further re-energized by Serval's pain-filled vocalizations, Silver was able to get her arms out in front of her when the brunette suddenly pushed forward to drive a shoulder into her midsection.  Arms and hands then became entangled, and they twisted each around in clumsy circles until they stumbled into the pond.  But the cold water could not dampen the flames of Silver's fury.  Snapping her arms free, she ripped a left uppercut into the brunette's right breast, causing Serval to stagger backwards with a loud cry of complaint.
Upset that her foe seemed to have regained the advantage, Serval kicked up her right foot at the warizon's midsection, then threw a straight left to her left breast and a right back down to the midsection.  Because the blows were telegraphed and not delivered with a great deal of authority, they all were blocked easily.  The blonde responded a with backhanded chop with her right hand that smacked against Serval's chest just above her mounds and knocked her back another couple of steps.  Seeing her nemesis off-balance and wide open to attack, Silver unleashed a ramrod left to the brunette's right breast.  The blow was so powerful that it pushed through the dense, heavy tissue all the way to the ribcage.  The resulting distortion of the full, firm breast flesh caused the leather covering it to shred, freeing the orb.
Serval shrieked as fiery pain engulfed her chest.  She staggered back farther as she struggled desperately to keep her balance.  Not giving the brunette any chance to reset herself or get farther away, Silver drilled a straight left up to Serval's midsection that doubled her over with a vociferous grunt.  The blonde immediately followed that up with a right forearm shiver to her foe's breasts that straightened Serval up with a cry of pain.  Over and over and over and over and over again the blonde repeated the body bashing combination until the traitor was swaying on her feet.
Serval could not remember ever being hit as hard as what she felt from those last series of blows.  But she had no idea that that pain level was about to be surpassed.  Despite the devastating shots Silver had just thrown, her anger was still broiling.  Seeing that the unsteady brunette had her arms down by her sides, Silver loaded up all she could muster and pumped her left up into brunette's solar plexus.  Air exploded from the former warizon with a deafening roar as her body folded around the fist.  It seemed to Serval as if every nerve in her brain and body was needed to deal with the unbelievable amount of pain she was experiencing.  She could not get her chest to move to replenish her lungs that were screaming desperately for air.  Nor was she able get her legs to move her out of danger.  The only other thing she was aware of was that her bodyseemed to be falling back very slowly.  That was confirmed when after what seemed like a limitless period of time, her muscular ass hit the water.  But even the cold, fresh liquid of the spring-fed pond was not enough to revive her.  Instead, on contact with the water, the searing heat of the tremendous pain flaring in her brain produced a flash of steam that overwhelmed her mind with the cloud of unconsciousness. 
Silver looked down with satisfaction at her comatose foe, her indignation finally subsiding.  Deciding that there wasn't time for a victory celebration, she reached down, grabbed Serval's arm, lifted her up, and threw the brunette over her shoulder.  Then she carried the former warizon back to the craft, dumped her inside, and secured her arms and legs.  Not worrying about her ragged state of dress, or more accurately the lack thereof, she powered up the craft and headed back to her tribe at top speed, while urgently trying to raise the commander on the vehicle's communication system.





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The violent removal of Etynal's bra expressed Twibe's high level of frustration.  The plan had called for a quick knockout of Commander Naelida to demoralize the Aurorae, and make the capture of the Aeolas very easy.  But despite the constant pounding that was being dished out, the commander had not yet succumbed.  Fueled by the desire to be the one who rendered the warizon leader unconscious, she had occasionally switched off with Smilow so she would not punch herself out, then switched back whenever she felt Etynal was almost finished.  Each time a series of blows to the belly and breasts fueled by that agitation buckled the blonde's knees, her arms were released and she was allowed to drop to the floor.  But when pulled back up, the chief warizon still clung to a sliver of consciousness, almost as if she was enjoying the constant body barrage and didn't want it to stop.  This seemed to allow Etynal to somehow keep her feet underneath her.
Commander Naelida was not sure how much longer she could hold on.  Her only hope was that her warizons still would have a numerical advantage, and that once the surprise of the situation was overcome, they would rally to the royal family's defence.  While her absence would be upsetting, as long as they didn't see their leader defeated, they would continue to have the will to fight.
But even with those thoughts, it was becoming harder and harder to keep herself upright.  Etynal was unsure how much longer she could draw on the energy from the double-edged sword of pain.  That, and the fact that apart from the occasional sharp blows that seemed powered by frustration, the force of Twibe's punches was diminishing the longer this went on.  Smilow was now by far the harder puncher, and had almost knocked her out several times.  But when it appeared that the chief warizon was about to succumb to those thumps, Twibe would order her fellow traitor to give up her punching position.  And each time Etynal survived the senior officer's first two, three or four anger-powered shots, it gave her hope that she could continue to stretch this out until some miraculous form of help could arrive.
But when a combination from Twibe to both nipples, and two sharp punches to that spot just above the navel almost pushed her over the edge, Eytnal knew that her collapse was imminent.  A series of hooks deformed the insides and outsides of her swollen mounds, followed by another stiff right to that special spot on her abs.  The commander was certain that when the next one landed there, it would finish her.  And the look on the traitor's face told the chief warizon that Twibe was aware of this as well.  As her eyes narrowed and focused in on the blonde's midsection, the chief warizon tensed her mind and body against the inevitable.  But instead of hearing the dull thump of her abs being hit again, a sharp, high-pitched scream reached her ears.
It took a couple of moments for Etynal to realize that it was Twibe, and not herself, who was the owner of that pain-filled voice.  Plus, through her haze of pain, the commander could not get her mind to grasp what her eyes seemed to be telling her.  The senior officer was down on the floor on her right knee with her head thrown back, right hand over her right kidney, and teeth gritted in anguished pain.  And behind the traitor, dressed only in mud-stained panties, gloves and boots -- was Junior Combat Officer Silver Stayven.
The sight of the young unit leader re-energized the warizon commander even more than the fact the punishment had stopped.  She leaned back against Smilow, lifted up her legs, and shoved her feet into Twibe's breasts.  The traitor flopped onto her back, wailing in pain.  Stunned and angered, Twibe rolled over as quickly as she could, and looked up to see who had attacked her.  Shocked at seeing Officer Stayven towering over her, she was too slow to react when the young blonde reached down and grabbed her left arm.  The warizon yanked the appendage toward herself so that Twibe's body was propelled up and forward which forced the turncoat's left breast into Silver's waiting left knee.  With another cry of complaint, the auburn-haired opponent fell on her right side when released before rolling over onto her knees, bracing herself on the ground with her left forearm while her right hand covered her wounded orb.  The young blonde officer then stepped forward and kicked her right foot up into the traitor's unprotected midsection.  
Surprised by the sudden turn of events, both Etynal and her captor were frozen in place for a couple of moments watching Silver in action.  But seeing Twibe writhing on the floor in pain, alternately groaning and gasping, Smilow relaxed her grip on Etynal's arms so that she could go to intervene.  Taking advantage of having her arms freed, the commander drove her right elbow back into the traitor's midsection.  Not being at full strength, the blow angered Smilow more than it hurt her.  She responded by driving her left forearm down into Etynal's right kidney, sending the chief warizon to the floor with a loud cry of pain.
"Don't worry, Commander.  She's mine."  Silver's confident voice caused the commander to look up.  The beauty and power exuded by the blonde gave Etynal the strength to try and stand.  She managed to get herself to lean back against her desk just as the junior officer moved in on Smilow.  The chief warizon watched with pride and delight as Silver deftly blocked or avoided a series of kicks and punches before snapping her left foot up into Smilow's midsection.  The traitor doubled over with an explosive grunt, then wailed loudly when a right uppercut tore up into her left breast.  Straightened up, she was unable to prevent Silver from firing off punches with both hands to her midsection.
Backed into a corner, and stunned by the fierceness of Silver's attack, Smilow could do nothing as the junior officer demonstrated with devastating efficiency how to break down a trapped opponent using a series of punches, chops, knees and three-finger stabs to the belly and breasts.  The blows were delivered with such ferocity that the material at the front of Smilow's top was torn down the middle.  
With the brunette's resistance broken, Silver grabbed Smilow's arms and easily held them over her head.  Five thrusts with her right knee to the midsection took away the traitor's legs.  Before she crumpled to the floor, the young officer grabbed Smilow's shoulders, leaned back and money-flipped her through the air.  The force of the move caused the torn top to come off in the warizon's hands, leaving a bra as the only article of clothing covering the brunette's assets.  The traitor landed with a thud and a loud grunt as the last amount of air was forced from her body.  Dazed and gasping to breathe, Smilow struggled to get to her feet.  She was almost upright when Silver ripped a right forearm up through the bottom of her breasts.  The blow straightened her up as she cried out in pain.  That high-pitched complaint was silenced when the blonde warizon ripped a left uppercut to Smilow's solar plexus.  The traitor's body folded around the fist that felt like it had gone right through her.  When the young officer pulled her arm back, Smilow crumpled to the floor, semi-conscious.  Etynal might have felt sorry for the traitor writhing slowly on the floor except that she had gotten exactly what she had deserved.
Wanting to make sure the traitor would provide no further threat until help arrived, Silver dropped to the floor, climbed onto Smilow's swollen mounds, then grabbed the brunette's wrists.  The blonde then moved her body forward until she had trapped the traitor's face between her powerful thighs and face-smothered her.
"GET OFF HER!!"  Silver just had gotten comfortable when she heard Twibe's angry order.  She looked up to see the senior officer on her feet advancing toward her.  In focusing her wrath on one turncoat, she had forgotten about the higher ranked traitor.  The blonde had gotten up on one knee as she was preparing to leave her seat of dominance, when she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder.
"You've had your fun, Officer Stayven.  Now it's my turn."  Silver turned and looked up to see her commander calmly and confidently  smiling down at her.  The young blonde officer was pleased to see that the chief warizon was ready to return to action.  She smiled back, then settled back down onto Smilow's hips, trapping the traitor's arms under her knees.
Etynal removed her hand, then strode purposefully across the floor to meet her former tormentor.  The commander carefully studied the traitor's face, which was a mask of hatred and anger.  While the source of Twibe's hatred was obvious, the chief warizon didn't know that the turncoat officer was angry at herself for not intervening to help her confederate.  Even though Twibe had witnessed Silver's deliberate dismantling of Serval during the trial combat, she had no idea that the blonde was capable of fighting with such fury.  So she had remained frozen in place as she watched the violent spectacle.  Now, as she and the chief warizon circled each other, the auburn-haired officer knew she had the opportunity to still gain a measure of revenge against the warizons' leader.
After they briefly stopped moving, the two combatants simultaneously screamed as they charged at each other.  The air rang with the sounds of fists and feet smacking against flesh, and the accompanying forced grunts and high-pitched cries of pain.  As the battle progressed, Etynal was able to hold her own at first.  Although still not back at full strength after her battering at the hands of Twibe and Smilow, she had been revitalized by Silver's return, and her protoge's subsequent destruction of the warizon traitor.  So while Twibe's blows still were stinging and adding to the pain she already had experienced, she had been able to return her opponent's best shots with authority.
But Twibe gradually was able to impose her will on the fight.  An increase in the two-edged pain was making it difficult for the commander to focus, which allowed the traitor to back her up into a corner.  A kick to the midsection doubled the blonde over with an explosive grunt.  A forearm shiver to the breasts straightened Etynal up and caused her to cry out in pain.  As the chief warizon pressed her hands against the walls on either side of her to try and help hold herself up, the traitorous officer ripped hooks with both hands to the outsides of Etynal's breasts.  The crisp, digging shots deformed the commander's beautifully shaped mounds.  And even though the blonde grit her teeth in anticpation of each impact, the growing torment in her chest caused her to wail loudly as the blows knocked her knockers from side to side, which in turn caused her body to twist one way then the other.  When the commander brought her arms up to protect the sides of her breasts, Twibe drilled a straight right to the chief warizon's navel, doubling the blonde over again with another vociferous grunt, arms wrapped around her midsection.
The blow to the belly button had gotten enough of the sweet spot that a tremor passed through Etynal's body.  When Twibe followed up with knee that pushed the commander's arms against her aching abs, her already unsteady knees could no longer support her.  With a loud groan, the chief warizon collapsed to her hands and knees.  As Twibe walked in an arc in front of the gasping blonde, spewing down more taunts and insults, the chief warizon managed to look up, and caught Silver staring at her with concern.  When the young officer started to get up from her resting place, Etynal shook her head hard, then forced a smile.  As Silver resumed her seat on Smilow's hips, she smiled in turn and nodded in acknowledgement.
Seeing her young officer's face focused Etynal's mind on what was at stake.  After everything that Officer Stayven and the other warizons went through, and were probably going through now, she could not afford to be defeated.  Drawing on the special quality of that two-edged pain, and the young blonde's encouraging look, the chief warizon managed to calm her breathing a bit, and gathered her legs under her.  She waited until the traitor was in the right position, then pushed up and drove her right elbow into the Twibe's solar plexuw.  Being so close to the traitor meant the grunt was deafening in the commander's ears.  But she quickly straightened herself up, did a 360 degree spin that ended with her sweeping her opponent's legs, sending Twibe crashing to the floor onto her muscular ass.  Before the stunned traitor knew what was happening, the chief warizon drilled her right fist down into the turncoat officer's midsection.  Twibe's body jackknifed with a roaring grunt, which was cut off when Etynal plowed her left forearm back across her opponent's breasts.  Twibe fell onto her back, then rolled over onto her left side, groaning in pain.
Hurting and breathless, the auburn-haired traitor was trying to deal with the dual shocks of the sudden turn of events and the resulting injury to her body.  But before she had time to try and think about what had gone wrong, and why, she had to endure a further indignity as she felt her clothes being torn from her luscious body.  She weakly flailed her arms, but it was in vain as she quickly was stripped topless.  Twibe managed to scramble to her feet and struck out wildly at her former commander, but the attempted blows easily were block and avoided.
When Etynal resumed her attack to her opponent's body, the turncoat found that her responding shots were not landing with the vigour and accuracy that were essential for her to re-establish dominance.  Having overextended herself earlier trying to beat down the warizon commander, Twibe found herself weakening under the assault of the blonde.  She also was battling the growing frustration that after all the planning and scheming, the warizon leader seemingly was on the verge of a comeback that would allow her to rally her fighters and ensure that the Aeolas continued to reign.
As Etynal saw the growing anxiousness in her foe's eyes, she changed her tactics to countering rather than attacking.  As she expected, the desperate Twibe became wilder, and her blows easier to read.  So when the warizon commander did respond, she was able to target wide open areas on the traitor's body to punish he r.  It wasn't long before Twibe was trying to fight in reverse, backing up under the constant thumping.  A wild right without an answering punch caused the traitor to spin 180 degrees, then fall to the floor on her hands and knees.  After pounding the floor a couple of times in frustration, the turncoat crawled towards the wall, then slowly pulled herself up.
The auburn-haired officer was trying to steady herself on shakey legs when Etynal ran up behind her and drove her right shoulder into the officer's back between her shoulder blades.  The maneuvre squashed Twibe's breasts against the wall, which caused another cry of pain to cross her quivering lips.  The chief warizon then ripped off the bottom part of the turncoat's outfit, leaving her dressed only in red string bottoms.  Before Twibe could respond to this latest indignity, Etynal ripped two quick rights to the brunette's right kidney, buckling her knees.  The traitor rolled around to try and protect her back, palms pressed against the wall to help keep herself upright.  Taking advantage of the opening, the commander stepped forward and ripped a right to the solar plexus that shook the brunette down to her knees.  With a roaring grunt she doubled over, arms wrapped around her midsection.
Before the traitor could fall to the floor, Etynal grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back up against the wall.  She then unleashed a flurry of punches with both fists to Twibe's belly and breasts.  Almost completely spent, and weighed down by the spectre of the defeat, Twibe was unable to protect herself from the blonde's onslaught.  Instead, with her arms hanging uselessly by her sides, the traitor flopped against the wall like a ragdoll in reaction to each wrecking ball blow.  Too weak to quickly refill her lungs that constantly were being emptied meant the turncoat had very little air with which to vocalize the extreme amount of pain she was experiencing.  Anger fueled by betrayal powered the commander's fists to pound what seemed to Twibe like a limitless number of blows to her abs and orbs.  Finally, slack-jawed and virtually unresponsive from being battered past the point where her body could endure no more, the auburn-haired officer's knees buckled and she slid down the wall.  The chief warizon stepped back and watched with delight as the body of her long-time nemesis pooled on the floor, unconscious.  Etynal took a big breath and brushed the hair from her eyes as she spent a couple of minutes quietly looking down with satisfaction at the still form of the traitor.
"YES!!"  Etynal whipped around to see the orgasmic face of her junior officer who was languidly stretching as her hands slowly roamed up and down her body while she sat on Smilow's face.  Then realizing that she was being watched, Silver blushed as she awkwardly tried to get to her feet.  "P--please accept m--my apologies, commander," the young officer stammered as she stumbled toward her superior officer.  "But Smilow was recovering, and I thought it best to subdue her completely."  As she listened to her protege, Etynal glanced down at the comatose traitor, and saw the moist sheen on her face, evidence that she had been subjected to further humiliation.
Suddenly overcome with emotion, the commander ran over to her junior officer, and hugged her tightly.  At first, Silver eagerly returned the embrace, but became embarrassed as she realized that she was becoming aroused by the intimate, though not appropriate contact with a superior officer.  The young warizon was surprised, however, that when she moved her arms to break the embrace, Etynal did not.  Not wanting to upset the highest ranking officer, she retightened her hold.  And as Silver became accustomed to the smell and feel of the chief warizon's body, she began to relax.  Sensing her growing ease with the situation, the commander in turn tightened her grip.  They were so caught up enjoying the pleasurable feeling of their extending nipples and swelling brests pressing into and against each other that the footsteps marching down the hall were almost at the door before they heard them, and hurriedly released each other. 
Etynal took a couple of deep breaths to compose herself, then remarked, "We need to check on the royal family.  But first, help me bind these two, and then we will go.  Once I know that all is well, you need to tell me everything that happened on the patrol."
"That is a report that we all would like to hear."
"Your Majesty!!"
"Your Highness!!"
Although startled by the voices, Etynal and Silver immediately had acknowledged the presence of the two members of the royal family standing in the doorway.  Behind them were a group of the palace guard, some showing evidence of their own battles, as well as members of Silver's unit.  But all were wearing grateful smiles from seeing that their commander, and one of her favourite officers, had emerged victorious from their own personal conflicts.
"You are to be commended, Commander Naelida," offered Queen Aphrodylia with a big smile of her own.  "Your warizons once again have fought with skill and bravery, defending the tribe.  Take as much time as you need to refresh yourselves."  It was only upon hearing those words that the commander realized that she and Silver were standing almost naked in front their queen.
"Y--your majesty," Etynal stammered.  "Please allow me to apologize on behalf of Officer Stayven and myself for the disrespecful way -- "
"No need to apologize, Commander," the queen interrupted gently.  Silver blushed when the chief warizon's apology reminded her of her own near nakedness.  Her face became even redder when she realized Princess Ashlym was giving her a questioning look.  The young officer then stared nervously at the floor as the queen continued.  "There is no need to be concerned with that.  And as you can see we have many volunteers available to secure the prisoners, and to begin the cleanup process.  Then this evening there will be a feast and special celebration of our victory."  With that, she turned and headed back to her palace.  As Silver looked up to watch her go, it was all she could do not to acknowledge the wink from a now smiling Princess Ashlym with anything more than a quick nod just before she turned to follow her mother.
While most of the warizons went with the two royal family members, four of them remained to remove the defeated traitors.  Silver watched them go with a sigh of relief, then turned and faced the chief warizon.
"Your orders, Commander," she inquired as she stood smartly at attention.  At first, there was no response as Etynal still was looking at the door long after everyone else had departed.  Silver was unsure if she should repeat her statement when the commander turned toward her.  After simply staring at the young officer for a couple of seconds, she turned again and slowly walked around behind her desk.
Etynal suddenly straightened, smiled and saluted.  "Dismissed, Officer Stayven!!" she proclaimed proudly.  After initially freezing in surprise and bewilderment, Silver smiled, smartly returned the salute, then turned and literally floated out of the office.