She chuckled, her voice slightly raspy and seductive. The kind of voice that someone might imagine would squeak if it hit a high note while singing. She'd seen fear and despair replaced with lust before. She'd ventured into the cages where the Amazons would keep their prisoners, out of the few they would keep. Their eyes filled with fear, but upon seeing her undress in front of them, they were filled with lust. And with hope.<br/><br/>That's why Kriss chose to do this. The ultimate challenge. She felt she could beat any opponent in battle. That nothing was too great for her in a fight and that made combat somewhat boring. But to conquer an opponent's, a bitter enemy's heart, that was a real accomplishment. Replacing fear with lust was one thing, but could she replace hatred with it? She'd already suceeded in one, the womanizer. And a womanizer for good reason. Kriss could make out the outlines of his big, erect member. How it strained against its confines. But that was no real accomplishment.<br/><br/>Kriss suspected that he wouldn't feel that way once he found out what kind of woman she was. That she wouldn't rock his world, she'd destroy it. She'd conquer it, sack it, pillage it, and then burn it. She suspected the thought of him being powerless over a woman would make him squirm with unpleasantness. But if she could keep him interested, keep him wrapped around her finger, then the battle was won. With him it was, but this was a two pronged war.<br/><br/>The hero of the group, the other male. He would be more of a challenge and he'd be more rewarding. She didn't just side step out of the way of his blow. She flowed, moved like a ballerina. She'd wave her finger in the air, proclaiming "Uh-uh, thou art forbidden to strike me," as though she were talking to a small child.<br/><br/>Sensing the men wouldn't contain themselves, either their sexual lust or blood lust, she got to work. Reaching below, but keeping her eyes on both of them in just case, she undid her loin cloth. Immediately afterward, she undid the tiny chains holding a small, metal plate over her loins. Her well trimmed, well kept area was revealed, the plate falling to the stone, temple ground below. It landed with a small clack. So did the two plates that shielded her nipples and surrounding area.<br/><br/>Nude, her heart raced, feeling unspeakable excitement. The men watching her, befouling her, raping her with their eyes. Visually probing her, conquering her, waring with her. She took a step back, not retreating, but allowing them enough distance to run at her again. With one foot placed in front of her, she held up her right hand, making a come here motion and grinning widely.<br/><br/>"Now, thee can continue thy own destruction."