Bathsheba Tivoli is a woman on a mission. She is also a woman of education, sophistication and distinction. An archaeologist and a soon-to-be-ordained woman of the cloth. But also, a mature, dark, curvaceous and leggy. And superior. She is the ultimate tease. She attracts men easily, agonizes them and likes doing it. They fall victim to her femininity and the uncontrollable sexual desire that she awakes in them. They also learn to serve her and her mission. Her mission is to discover the beauty and truth of the ancient religion of the Moon Goddess of the High Femdomity. A religion which holds that the Deity is feminine and all women are created and endowed in Her image and are destined to rule men. Part 6 focuses on the Incan traitors and their heinous ways. Their treason takes root - nourished by the seemingly unending horniness of those traitors and their constant struggle against the hated chasteness imposed upon them by Incan femininity. They, like all other Incan soldiers, are forced to sport a small magical coconut around their genitals, which is a despised chastity device that cruelly denies them any possibility of sexual satisfaction. They, like all other Incan soldiers, burn with desire and the need for a woman. Although their females trust them in battle, they do not trust their loose morals and wandering hands. They know what men are wont to do when not closely controlled by women. They know how strongly men can be driven by their libidos, by their dicks and by the need to be inside a woman. They lock away from temptation the very organs that cause males to stray from the straight and narrow. Their masculine roots are reserved for the exclusive use and pleasure of the priestesses of the Moon Goddess. Warlord General Curaca is the leader of the traitors. At the root of his treason (and that of his selected braves) is, indeed, the hated chastity imposed upon them by their unflinchingly cruel but beautiful females. The Moon Goddess, acting through her pretty priestesses, grants sexual relief only to worthy soldiers. Not the unworthy ones. The unworthy must wait for it. And, try to persuade their cruel holy women through acts and deeds of valor that they have earned that most wonderful of rewards. The waiting is agony. The priestesses are beautiful and sexually responsive woman of the cloth, who are schooled in controlling every aspect of a soldier's sexuality. And inflaming his desire. They wear scandalously skimpy, short tunics with fetchingly high heels. They tease the poor males with refined seductions and targeted caresses. And long, slender legs and pillowy bosoms. They love them just enough to whet their baser appetites before making them go to bed hungry. Curaca and his chosen few are particularly singled out. Particularly, targeted. And particularly, teased. And denied. And kept in cruel chastity while others are sexually rewarded with luscious loving. The holy women call upon their Deity to help them break the spirits of these reprehensible male beasts and to defeat them before they can hatch their plans of treason and betrayal. But, the holy women are late, and the traitors get their opportunity for revenge on the land ship Warricka when two priestesses and the former high priestess fall into their hands. And, Curaca too gets his chance to even the score with that former high priestess, a handsome women of prodigious sexuality. The sacredness and sanctity of Incan womanhood are at risk. But, the Moon Goddess protects her charges. And their lives. And causes the abject sexual arousal and hard male engines of the traitors to, in the end, betray them. For the moment, all is saved. But, everything is still at risk. Alas, there is still danger stalking the sweet womanhood of Cori Huay Rachina.