The Tale of the Three Swords, Part V
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se


The epic tale comes to its conclusion.

****************************** FOURTH FLOOR: THE HALL OF GLORY
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Beyond the doors lay a nearly empty circular chamber, absolutely drenched in
white. Winds wafting in through the many open windows played with the long
white curtains, which fluttered against the pristine white walls like ghosts
passing each other in a fog. Near the opposite wall stood a gigantic white
marble sculpture, depicting an naked, shapely Caucasian woman with her body in
soldierly erect posture, and her downward-pointing sword tastefully obscuring
her genitals.

The sculpture, of course, depicted none other than Ophelia the White, the
possible future Empress of Japan and the Seas Beyond, who was standing --
hands on her hefty hips -- with her back to the intruders, in narcissistic
contemplation of her own monumental image.

"So white in here I think I might go snowblind," Nerg?i muttered, covering her
eyes.

"Ophelia!" Shiori cried across the eerily empty room. "Your time has come.
We've pulverized your army, humiliated your allies and vanquished your
priestesses. For your arrogance and your sins, we will now punish you."

The white knight turned around with angelic ease, and the golden afternoon
light fell on her face, bestowing upon its features a radiant, heroic majesty.
The light had given her white skirt a semi-translucent property, so that the
shadowy contours of her voluptuous body were clearly discernible. Leaning
against her left hip, the diamond-encrusted hilt of Feycalibur glittered
maliciously.

"What is this?" the blonde said, punctuating her question with a burst of
melodic laughter. "I was expecting the East at least to put up a fight. Where
is that flat-chested, bony-hipped boy-girl who felled Bramhilde all by
herself? Where is that stroke of beginner's luck of Asian smithing called
"Blue Wind"? This is a travesty! An absolute anti-climax! Who will ever think
me the greatest of Western heroes if my finest hour consists of crushing a
haggard middle- aged woman and some inbred bastard of Genghis Khan?"

"You've got a big mouth, like everything else on you," Nerg?i replied, un-
fazed. "Mongolia is a country of warriors. From the age we learn to speak, we
are taught to ride, fight and use a bow. A nine year old Mongolian girl could
fit an arrow into a Western woman's tail-hole from a hundred meters away --
and then two more for fun!"

Ophelia laughed, baring two rows of perfectly well-kept, yet somehow
ferocious-looking teeth. "Your envy of Western size is amusing, although
hardly surprising. I can see why you keep those boy-breasts hidden underneath
all that fur and leather." She had begun walking toward the Easterners,
swiveling her shapely hips in an assertive, yet sensual manner.

"And you're going to REGRET that you did NOT hide those cow-udders under more
clothing once we've got you pinned down!" Nerg?i hissed back, clearly on the
verge of losing her composure.

"Oops, seems like I struck a sensitive spot there," Ophelia laughed, blinking
maliciously. "Here, allow me to strike ANOTHER ONE!"

Her hand flew to her hip. Feycalibur flashed through the air like a purple
thunderbolt. The force of the blow sent Nerg?i flying through the air and
colliding with a wall ten feet away. Shiroi instantly rushed forward, but was
stopped by a blow of equal force, sending her crashing into the opposite wall.

"Pathetic! UTTERLY pathetic!" Ophelia complained, placing her hand against her
forehead in a theatrical gesture. "I traveled to the ENDS OF THE EARTH in the
hope of meeting a worthy opponent, and this is what I get? Two dissheveled
slanty-eyed losers who can't even stand on their own feet? I crushed the
SULTANA OF CONSTANTINOPLE and left her WEDGIED from the flagpole of the TOP-
KAPI PALACE! I gave the QUEEN OF ETHIOPIA such a spanking that she STILL has
to sit on a pillow! When I heard that two PRINCESSES of PERSIA had insulted
me, I fought through their ENTIRE ARMY and then had those mouthy harlots'
BUTTS IMPALED on each end of their DADDY'S ROYAL SCEPTRE. If there is ANYONE
on this PITIFUL PLANET worthy of challenging me, then LET HER STEP FORWARD!"

A cool wind rustled the curtains. Suddenly, the immaculate whiteness of the
room seemed to have been somehow darkened. Indeed, a new light source had
arrived on the scene. In the center of a circle of cool, jade-colored light
stood Wei-Ling, heroine of the Wind-Beaten Wastes, holding the sword called
Jade Destiny up high.

"Be careful what you wish for," Wei-Ling said, walking up to her opponent with
slow, momentous steps.

"I see you've ditched your old sword for a new one," the white knight laughed,
staring down at the much shorter Easterner. "That's Eastern quality for you."

Wei-Ling closed her eyes and attempted to find her focus. Make your heart as
serene as the cosmic balance, the river spirit had said. She envisioned
herself as sinking into a deep pool of bottomless calm. Sinking, sinking,
layers of harmony accumulating all around her. As if possessed by a higher
force, she began to move her sword-arm. No, something was not quite right. The
pool was receding. Fear still lurked within her heart. Her concentration was
broken, and Jade Destiny collided harmlessly with the much-larger Feycalibur,
which instantly rebuffed it.

"Your Eastern mysticism is a pitiful substitute for real swordsmanship. Allow
me to show you how battles are ACTUALLY won!" With those words, Ophelia thrust
Feycalibur toward her foe with all her might, leaving a wide gash in
Wei-Ling's side and sending her spiraling through the air toward a back-first
landing.

Wei-Ling gasped and rolled over on her side. She looked at the approaching
knight between half-closed eyelids. The whole world seemed to be rotating, and
somehow she decided that the best way to stop it would be to stare intently at
the oncoming Westerner's softly bouncing breasts -- as if the sheer bulk of
those heaving mammaries would be enough to anchor the moving universe.

"Can't get enough of these, can you?" Ophelia chuckled, pulling the strap of
her dress to create a jiggle effect. "I can't blame you for being dumbstruck.
In fact, the body of the Western woman is the perfect metaphor for the
superiority of Western civilization. And since *I* am the most beautiful of my
kin, I believe I can demonstrate this better than anyone."

With a theatrical cough, the blonde arched her back, jutting out her great,
pointy mammaries to the world. "The white woman's breasts, you see, are the
proverbial mountains from which she looks disdainfully down upon the rest of
the world. Their pointy shape and the perkiness of her nipples represents her
proud, erect carriage and the ambition of all her undertakings. Her nipples
are pink like Damascus roses, symbolizing her eternal virginal blossom."

"Can you believe this crap?" Nerg?i groaned, out of the white woman's earshot.

"The undulations of her curves represents the fluidity of her rich
imagination, the imagination that gave the world philosophy, science and art,"
Ophelia continued, running a finger along her bodacious curves. "The variety
of her hair colors represents the range of her heroic character,
*although*..." here she twirled a lock of her hair around her finger, "among
all our hair colors, BLONDNESS is the noblest, just like GOLD is the most
highly prized of the world's elements. But don't tell Mariana I said that,"
she added with a wink.

"Did you just make a joke? What is this? Who the hell cares?" Shiori snapped.

"ANYWAY... The blueness of our eyes represents our affinity with the OCEAN,
the only part of nature that matches our power and the scope of our
ambitions." Here, Ophelia turned around and bent over, so that her rear end
perked up most invitingly, and a playful wind raised the skirt high enough to
reveal a generous glimpse of her blinding white panties, which clung to her
heart-shaped derriere with almost loving intimacy. "Did you know that the
heart, the universal symbol of love, is actually a visual representation of
the Western woman's buttocks? And what a fitting symbol it is -- for,
certainly, what could be more deserving of the world's love than this crown
jewel of our anatomy, the pinnacle of Western (and human) achievement? Ripe
and firm, our buttocks represent nothing less than our splendid soul, capable
of towering heights," she slid a finger across one of her round butt cheeks,
"and profound depths of feeling," here she let it slide along her tight, dark
crack, "and above all, they glow forever marble white -- like our pure,
well-tempered, virtuous hearts!"

"FOR the LOVE of BUDDHA, why don't you WRITE A BOOK, you LONG-WINDED
BLOWHARD!" Nerg?i cried.

Meanwhile, all this metaphorical talk was penetrating through the haze of
Wei-Ling's confusion and, strangely enough, focusing her mind. Here, indeed,
was the living emblem of the Western woman's arrogance, given shape and size
and color. Suddenly, Wei-Ling seemed suspended in an infinite calm. All of
creation unveiled itself to her like a flower. She knew her purpose, and she
was not afraid.

"And so, the time has come to seal the victory of West over East. I will kill
you all, and in your dying moment, I will allow you to kiss the very buttocks
that will soon sit comfortably on the imperial throne of Japan. But mourn not
-- the last sensation you shall experience will be the flavor of *love*
itself! Hahahaha!"

She raised Feycalibur over her head and prepared herself for the killing blow.
Suddenly, there was a magnificent flash of jade green, that drenched the whole
room in its color. Feycalibur fell, just as another sword rose to meet it.

KA-BLAAMM!!!

The explosive force of Jade Destiny, operating at its full power, caused
Feycalibur to rock back like a thrown-off rider, bringing its wielder with it.
Ophelia, the great hero of the West, fell flat on her back, and immediately
sprung up on all fours, throwing a nervous look over her shoulder.

The two combatants' gazes met, and in that moment, they both understood that a
seismic reversal of power had occurred. There was Wei-Ling, raised up on one
arm and holding her positively beaming sword aloft, and within her reach was
Ophelia the White, standing on all fours with her bottom slightly arched, and
her blue eyes dilating with sudden realization of her vulnerability. The ass
that had only moments earlier been extolled as height of Western pride hovered
in front of Wei-Ling's eyes like the target of the century, and it suddenly
seemed perfectly within reach.

The white knight made the first move, attempting a scramble to safety. Wei-
Ling lashed out her arm in the direction of the receding backside, pushed it
in between Ophelia's hefty thighs, and snatched hold of that soft, smooth
bulge in their center.

"OOHHHH!!!" the Western villainess moaned and stopped dead in her tracks.
Wei-Ling, it seemed, had grabbed the West itself firmly by the womanhood, and
she was not about to let go. With a hard squeeze of her fingers, she allowed
the mushy flesh of the white bad girl's bulging snatch to spill out between
her knuckles like a squished tomato.

"UHH-UHH-UHHH-HHHUUURRTSS!!" Ophelia panted, and her anguish caused her
upturned butt to wiggle back and forth appealingly. Smiling, Wei-Ling
increased the pressure and began to twist, squeezing her enemy's smooth
privates so intensely that a few trickles of white juice came pouring out.

"Damn, you fat cow, is there any part of you that doesn't lactate?" Wei-Ling
chuckled, observing the thin stream of Ophelia's love juice as it traveled
down her wrist. Finally, the white knight managed to tear herself loose with a
howl, and dashed off to the other end of the room, where she stood for a while
with bent knees caressing her tender, brutalized privates, staring daggers at
the one who had dealt her so much crotch-pain.

"So what does the Western woman's snatch represent?" Nerg?i laughed, clapping
her hands. "Is it her logic, since they're both rotten and leak like a sieve?"

"Ugh, the humili-ATION," Ophelia grunted, smoothing down her skirt over her
thighs, "but I will mark this down as beginner's luck. Now you shall witness
the TRUE potential of Feycalibur!"

Raising her blade over her head, she charged anew. Once again, Wei-Ling re-
treated into that region of absolute calm, and once again, Jade Destiny flared
up with a blinding green glow. The immovable object in its path sent
Feycalibur trembling back over its wielder's head. Wei-Ling followed up by
sinking her fist into Ophelia's soft, white gut, causing the white knight to
lean forward so that her enemy could take a firm grip of the cleavage part of
her dress, and finished off with a powerful kick to the Westerner's
midsection. Thus, when the villainess went flying back, she was promptly
deprived of her signature white dress mid-air, and by the time she had landed
gracelessly on her precious white butt with her legs pointing in opposite
directions like a clumsy ballerina, her only garments were an elegant white
lace bra that groped her succulent ivory breasts like greedy hands, and those
blinding white panties that enveloped her ass and nether regions with such
tantalizing tightness.

"The true potential of Feycalibur, eh?" Wei-Ling laughed. "So much for WESTERN
quality of design!"

Ophelia stood up, rubbing her backside. Her triumphant sneer briefly gave way
to a childish pout, but it didn't take long for it to revert back to the
previous expression.

"If you think that removing my clothing will deter me in any way, you are
sorely mistaken," the blonde said with a sneer, jutting out her breasts. "My
body represents the pinnacle of the female form, and I relish the opportunity
to flaunt it."

"Good, because we're about to tear every last stitch off your shiny white
body," Shiori growled.

By this time, the Easterners had formed a line and were advancing slowly
toward Ophelia. A slightly curved longsword gleamed in Nerg?i's hand, while
the Valkyrie Sword shone burnished golden in Shiori's. The scales seemed to
have tipped entirely in the East's favour -- the great Ophelia the White,
chosen of the Lady of the Lake and Champion of the West, had been exposed as a
mere mortal, and now her blindingly white body, the very symbol of Western
vanity and arrogance, seemed entirely within their reach. Finally, the
oppressor's great, swaying tits were about to be pounded flat, and her curvy
booty ready to be stamped with the bootprint of Eastern justice!

Or so it seemed. Half-raising her sword for the coming blow, Ophelia
unexpectedly reversed the movement, thrusting the blunt end of the hilt into
Wei-Ling's face, paralyzing her long enough for the Westerner to sweep Jade
Destiny clean out of her hands. The legendary blade whirled through the air
like an emerald pinwheel and fell to the floor with a clatter.

Deprived of their most powerful weapon, the trio stood powerless against the
might of Feycalibur. Once again, Shiori and Nerg?i were promptly sent flying
across the room, while Wei-Ling stood defiant in her place, raising her fists
for meager protection. After a few close shaves, she finally managed to return
the favor -- striking Feycalibur out of its wielder's unsuspecting hands and
sending it flying off into the distance.

"A fistfight, then?" Ophelia asked, leering maliciously. "Lovely! You have no
idea what you're up against, you shrunken little HUSSY!"

The last insult was emphasized with a sickening CRUNCH! as the white
warrioress' fist collided with Wei-Ling's chin with bone-splintering force.
The unprepared Asian was lifted off the floor by the blow, which provided
Ophelia with a perfect opportunity to drop-kick her in the gut, mashing her
innards together and sending her flying across the room like a rugby ball.

"You Easterners aren't the only ones who know how to execute a good kick," the
white knight cackled, nonchalantly stretching her joints as she walked over to
her downed opponent. She then lowered her curvy white rear onto the heaving
Asian's stomach -- one knee on each side of her midsection -- and placed her
hands on her breasts.

"How pitiful, how absolutely pitiful," Ophelia cooed as she kneaded the
Chinese girl's smaller breasts between her fingers, "when I look at these
pathetic, shrunken sacs I find it impossible to imagine that the human race is
not a hierarchy, in which the luscious blond Westerner with her succulent
breasts and buttocks reigns supreme at the top!"

"Let go... of my breasts... you disgusting... blond harlot!" Wei-Ling fumed,
but was promply shut up when Ophelia lowered her huge, round mammaries down
onto her face, smothering her.

"What was that you were saying?" the white villainess laughed, giving her
mammoth boobs a little jiggle to tease her prey. "Be grateful, most men on
this planet -- and especially your sad Asian men -- would KILL to be in your
position!"

Wei-Ling's hands darted around frantically as her oxygen supply was steadily
being cut off. She sunk her hand into Ophelia's mouth, but the Westerner
simply bit down on it, prompting her to remove it just as quickly. With her
other hand, she began to rain down spanks and pinches across her tormentor's
slightly upturned backside, but even this proved pointless. Finally, her
fingers managed to locate the hem of the white woman's panties, which she
grabbed hold of for dear life and gave the hardest tug she could possibly
muster.

It was an instant success.

"OOOOOOOIIIIIIIIII!!" the blonde shrieked as her skimpy undergarments turned
on her, rocketing up her bulging snatch and cleaving her majestic heart-shaped
ass like a great split peach. Wei-Ling continued to pull with every ounce of
her strength, causing Ophelia's butt to bounce up from her gut and arch itself
outwards to an almost cartoonish degree, while the iron-hard panties continued
to sink deeper into her most private grottoes. Finally, Wei-Ling managed to
pull the intensely stretched-out garment over the squealing blonde's head and
plunge the hem in between her half-parted lips, securing the atomic wedgie in
the villainess' own mouth.

"MMPPPHHHHHH!!!!"

"How does that karmic wedgie taste, you arrogant western slut!?" Wei-Ling
roared as she rolled out from underneath her opponent and stood up behind her.
The ferocious wedgie held Ophelia trapped in an extremely compromising '
'S'-shaped pose, her head and ass lifted high above the floor by her own
stretchy undergarments. The Easterner couldn't hold back an impressed whistle
when she saw how thin the panties had been stretched -- it was practically a
string of yarn that clung to the white woman's body, flossing her steadily
reddening snatch and hungrily eating into her wiggling snow white arse. Almost
sad to break it up, Wei-Ling finally raised her foot up high and slammed it
down onto Ophelia's upturned ass with all her might, snapping the panties into
two parts with a noise as from a whiplash.

"UUNNNGGGGGGGHH!!!" the Westerner moaned as Wei-Ling's foot shoved her crotch
back into the floor -- following which she feebly curled up on her hands and
knees. One half of her panties stuck out of her mouth, the sight rather
resembling that of a dog fetching the newspaper, whereas the other half had
ricochetted so far up into the blonde's spacious grotto that it took almost a
minute for her trembling fingers to extract it.

"That, my yellow friend, was a BIG mistake," the white knight hissed as she
stood up on wobbly legs, one hand still massaging her tender woman- hood.
"Playtime is OVER, and it is time for you to DIE!"

In the corner of her eye, Wei-Ling saw the purple gleam of Feycalibur flash
past. She looked around for her own sword, but found it missing. Then, the
voice of her friend came to her rescue-

"Wei-Ling -- catch!!"

A jade flash countered the purple, and she felt her hand grab hold of
something solid. Focus. Back into absolute stillness and harmony. This was it
-- the doors of perception stood completely opened. She was XX.

CRRRAASSSSSSSHHHHH-SPLIIIRRRR!!

The light from Jade Destiny seemed to obliterate everything in its past,
cleansing every glimmer of white from the room. Even Ophelia seemed to be
blotted out in the sea of absolute greenness, leaving only the faint contours
of her curvy shape visible like that of a ghost. When the light subsided,
Ophelia's trembling hands were clutching an empty hilt -- Feycalibur had been
shattered into a million microscopic shards that now littered the floor like
powderized glass. With a faint thud the white woman's bra joined the shards of
her blade, both straps having been sliced off by the flying shrapnel.

"It... it cannot BE!!" the knight stammered, dropping the hilt to the floor.
"But I... I was the CHOSEN ONE!!"

"You were the chosen one," Wei-Ling replied. "You were chosen by the gods to
represent the arrogance of Western imperialism, just like I was chosen to be
the fist that strikes you down."

"But the West MUST prevail! We are the masters of this Earth!"

"No, you're not, honey," Wei-Ling said, turning the dazed Westerner around, so
that she could see that her two friends were approaching with vengeful smiles
on their lips. "Your dreams of world domination are about to be dashed
forever. Now, why don't you wiggle those big, firm Caucasian buns over to the
middle of the room so we can get started on your punishment!"

"It's impossib- OOHH!!" Ophelia yelped, and was finally set moving when Jade
Destiny gave her a prompt rap across her butt.

"Damn, that's one white ass, by the way," Wei-Ling chirped. "I can see where
you got your epithet from, by the way, Ophelia the *White*!"

The Easterners stood in a triangle around the naked villainess, who was
covering up her bust with one arm, and simultaneously covering up her derriere
and protecting herself from further spanks with the other. The golden light
which until now had seemed to illuminate Ophelia in heroic relief suddenly
seemed rather like a circus spotlight, bathing the lone, naked Westerner's
every fleshy curve in harsh yellow light.

"Barbarians! Don't come closer!" she hissed, baring her teeth like a feral
beast.

"What do you want to do with her, girls?" Wei-Ling asked.

"Can we turn her butt into a gold trophy, like we did the valkyries?" Nerg?i
began. "If so, I've got a whole bunch of suggestions: Breastplate... dinner
table... shoe rack..."

"Sorry, that stuff only works for immortal beings. Anyway, this one's just a
glorified henchwoman anyway -- let's not buy into her narcissism and pretend
that she's a bigger deal than that."

"I agree. Let's just give her blond bimbo ass a good spanking and go after the
real villain," Shiori concurred.

Ophelia felt her enormous ego trampled by every sentence, and suddenly she
could not hold back any longer.

"You fools! Lady Mariana may have planned this whole thing, but *I* am the
CONQUEROR OF THE EAST in *DEED*. *I* command the Western forces, and *I* will
rule as empress over Japan and the Eastern seas!"

"Look, you big baby, you're a glorified bodyguard!" Nerg?i snapped. "The bitch
sorceress upstairs lets you strut around like a peacock and flaunt your
imaginary power, but when it comes down to it, she's wielding your vain,
air-headed ass like a human shield!"

This was the last straw for the white knight, who flew at the Mongol with a
snake-like hiss. She quickly managed to take a chokehold on her opponent, but
Nerg?i countered by ramming a knee into the frenzied blonde's stomach --
"OOF!" -- and tear away her claws from her throat. Freeing up the space
between the combatants suddenly revealed a very tempting target: the Wes-
terner's perfectly round marble breasts, which were quivering in the struggle
like colorless jelly.

"Actually, I never got to respond to that long monologue of yours," Nerg?i
chuckled. "But we Easterners can do metaphors as well as you can. Let's start
by levelling 'those proverbial mountains' to the ground!"

In one sweeping movement, Nerg?i threw aside the busty Caucasian's arms,
circled her own arms back into boxing position, and finally buried her fists
into the great, gelatinous mounds before her. The Mongol's rock-hard knuckles
squashed the white bad girl's supersized tits into flat pancakes against her
chestbone, producing sounds like that of two overripe tomatoes thrown into a
wall. The blow sent Ophelia staggering backwards, whimpering from the pain,
until a sharp point pricking her firmly in her prized booty brought her back
to awareness.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere, blondie," Shiroi's voice chirped behind
her, just before the flat side of the valkyrie sword gave the villainess a
resounding smack across her well-fattened buns, sending her tottering forward
to Wei-Ling.

"I've got only one thing to say," the wielder of Jade Destiny said, smiling
when she saw that fear was finally beginning to show in the knight's bright,
sapphire-colored eyes, "you and your dumb, big-titted friends should have
stayed your flappy imperialist asses back in Europe!"

With those words, she shoved her foot into Ophelia's soft tummy -- "OOF!!" --
sending her flying backwards to Shiori, who grabbed hold of her long, golden
braid, swung her around two times and then sent her on a way with a sharp kick
up her round tush -- "AAYYY!!" -- over to Nerg?i, who grabbed hold of the
blonde's salmon-pink nipples and swung her around by them -- "OHH-OHH-OOHHH!!"
-- until she ended up in front of Wei-Ling again, standing ready with Jade
Destiny over her shoulder like a baseball bat, who delivered a well-timed swat
to the oncoming rump -- "AOOUUWW!!"" -- which sent the bad girl flying over to
Shiori, who stopped her mid-air with a punch to the face and a vicious
uppercut to the chin -- "UNNGGKKK!!" -- which sent the white girl spinning
like a shuriken over to the Mongol, who promptly snatched her up by her hefty
calves, twirled her around and -- *SMMMAACCKKK!!!* -- ended the merry-go-round
by slamming the evil blonde tits-first into the stone floor.

"OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Whimpering softly, Ophelia contracted her body like a closing flower, bringing
her knees up under her stomach and her curvaceous white butt pointing skyward
like a white flag raised in surrender. The three Easterners stood for a while
looking down at their humiliated enemy, until Wei-Ling spoke:

"Looking at this ass, I'm distinctly reminded of something... oh yes! The
perfect buttocks of the Western woman, which shine forever marble white in
accordance with her purity and virtue, was it?"

Wei-Ling placed the side of Jade Destiny against the trembling Caucasian
glutes. Immediately, the blade began to pulse with light and energy.

"I-I'm sorry!" Ophelia whined, her eyes flaring up with fear when she saw the
reflections of green light playing across the opposite wall. "I t-take it
back! I d-didn't mean to suggest that the Eastern woman does not have her
ch-charms..."

"Oh, pull the other one. Now, may I please suggest a little rewrite of that
spiel from earlier?"

Here, Wei-Ling gave the brilliantly white buns in front of her a good lick
with her trusty blade, which seemed to be equally eager to deliver this
naughty madam her just desserts, and consequently burst into brilliant green
light upon impact. The spank lashed the villainous white rump with such
righteous force that the buttocks seemed in grave danger of disattaching
themselves from their body and spiral off into the distance.

*SMMAACCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!* "AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!"

When the green light subsided, Ophelia's hefty, milk-colored rear end was
already glowing cherry red, with beads of sweat scattered all across it. Thin
green residual sparks played all around it like static electricity.

"Ahem: Big and flabby, the Western woman's buttocks represent nothing less
than her inflated sense of entitlement and ego. Their curviness represents the
heights of her arrogance and over-confidence," here Green Destiny slid across
the top of Ophelia's buttock, "as well as the low points that are her dull,
easily outwitted brain, lack of manners, and complete absence of morals," the
sword made a detour and pricked the villainess naughtily in her puckering
butthole, drawing a little squeal from her, "Although white on the surface, a
well-deserved thrashing reveals these buttocks in their proper color: red --
the color of her malicious soul, always burning with mischief and naughty
intentions!"

Once again, Jade Destiny lashed against the hapless bimbo's luxurious
buttocks, sending them jiggling in opposite directions and brightening their
hue to a luminous scarlet. The mighty smack was accompanied by a high-pitched
howl from the humbled knight, who then broke out into loud sobs.

"Ooohh, I'm s-so humiliated... *sniffle* ...and I ache all over... *sob* Lady
Mariana, where are you? Help meeeee!!"

"Will you listen to that... two spanks and she's already whining for mommy,"
Nerg?i snorted. "What a big baby."

"Mariana can't hear you, girl, and even if she could, she probably wouldn't
help you anyway! You've been naughty and your spanking is way overdue!"

"I-I-I'm a KNIGHT! *sob* You have NO RIGHT to treat me this way-" *TTHWACKK!!*
"YEEEOOOWWWWWWW!!!"

"A knight is not what I see. All I see is a spoiled little brat playing
dress-up in knight's armour. And like all spoiled little brats, this one needs
a good old bottom-tanning from time to time!"

"BUT I'M A GROWN WOMAAAAAANNN!!" *SMMMACKKK!!* "AAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"

"That's what they all say," Wei-Ling chuckled, delivering another smack to the
mewling bad babe's deliciously reddened booty, scattering green sparks all
over her hefty thighs.

"B-B-BUT I'M OPHELIA THE WHITE. I'M... I'M THE CHOSEN ONE!! THE GREAT LIGHT OF
THE WEST!!!"

"Then let's get you shining bright enough to fit your moniker!"

Wei-Ling raised Jade Destiny high above her shoulder. Jade Destiny was now
pulsating with pure energy and drowning out every other light source in the
hall. Wei-Ling knew that the sword had reached its maximum potential, and
surrendered to its power. The blade took over -- guiding her hands to a
perfect swing.

*SSZZZAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!* The blow carried with it an explosion of pure jade
light so powerful that every color was utterly blotted out. Ophelia's body
vanished in the ocean of green so that only the faint lines of her contours
were visible, and at the height of the explosion the visibility was limited to
only the thin black lines of her ass -- two round semi- circles rippling from
the massive smack. In this moment, all of the West seemed to have been
condensed into this one disembodied, cartoonishly curvy butt, which was being
whipped up and down, left and right, apart and back together with enough force
to shatter the Olympus.

When the light subsided, Ophelia regained her contours and color, but her tush
was still glowing a strange, hot green -- like some alchemical fire. Closer
inspection revealed that parts of it were actually LITERALLY on fire, but it
quickly went out, leaving only emerald-colored embers spread across the
well-punished backside, as well as a tiny sporadic flickering flame that for
some reason had taken up residence in the white villainess' tight, puckering
rear-hole.

"S-S-SO H-H-H-HOT," the blonde stuttered, wiggling her tail from side to side
as if to put out the embers.

"Keep still, doggy!" Wei-Ling commanded, paralyzing the dancing rear end with
an impatient spank. "Now, I don't want to hog all the good stuff just for
myself. Shiori, do you have a message for this naughty little blonde?"

"I do," Shiori murmured, and stepped in to deliver a sharp kick up Ophelia's
glowing ass, parting the plump glutes and plunging right inside her most
well-hidden orifice. "This is NOT the ass that will be sitting on my
homeland's throne!"

"OOOOWWW!!! *sob* I-I'M SORRY, I'VE GIVEN UP THOSE DREAMS FOR GOOD, I
P-PROMISE!!"

"Nerg?i?"

The Mongol squatted behind the sobbing bad girl and separated her thighs
slightly, exposing her glistening snatch. She then delivered a
sideways-tilted- hand chop straight to the villainess' wide-open womanhood,
cleaving her pussy lips and plunging all the way up to her pubic bone.

This blow proved to be the final straw. All the various humiliations that
until now had befallen Ophelia's over-inflated, helplessly exposed ego had
inadvertently stirred up darker forces in her subconscious -- despite her best
efforts, Ophelia felt an uncontrollable storm in her groin at the prospect of
being toppled from her pedestal and dragged through the dirt. Sexual and
personal humiliation suddenly tugged at her with the combined force of their
gravitational pulls, and she was helpless to resist them. When Nerg?i's hand
finally split her snatch open like a juicy orange she could no longer hold
back -- her over- inflated ego popped like a balloon just as a surge of
pent-up sexuality flooded her whole being.

"UUHHHHHH--UNNGGHHHH---UUUUAAHHHHH!!!"

"Watch out -- this bitch is about to blow!"

An explosion of hot white liquid splashed across the villainess' creamy,
vibrating thighs, and upward onto her violently jiggling, fiery red rump.
Nerg?i withdrew her hand, which was slathered in the warm fluids, made a
grimace and finally wiped it off on the Westerner's naked back.

"UUnnggghhhaaahhh, I sssurrenderrrrr..." Ophelia moaned, completely depleted
after her sexual apocalypse, and fell flat on her boobs, fainting with her ass
still pointing up like a signpost.

"Everyone please remember that *I* performed the finishing blow," Nerg?i
cackled, cracking her knuckles.

Shiori grabbed the unconscious knight's long blond braid and felt it in her
hand. She then pulled the Westerner's wrists behind her back and folded back
her ankles against her ass, and proceeded to tie all four limbs together with
the thick golden braid. The villainess having been neatly folded up, Shiori
could now simply grab her by the taut part of the braid and pick her up like a
human suit- case.

"What are you doing?" Wei-Ling asked, amused.

"Just something I've been thinking about doing since I first saw that big-ass
braid of hers."

"All right, well, when you're done with her, that braid belongs to ME," Nerg?i
interjected, as the three of them were walking toward the last staircase. When
they passed the sculpture of Ophelia, Wei-Ling placed her hand on its naked
backside and gave it a firm push. The sculpture wobbled back and forth a
couple of times, and then toppled down from its podium, bursting into pieces
against the floor with a deafening CRASH!

Cheering and whistling, the three swords ascended the stairs, leaving behind
an empty white room covered in marble shards, in the center of which lay what
could be seen as the remains of Ophelia's legacy: two marble hands clutching a
broken off sword attached to a pair of bulging breasts with their nipples
broken off.

*************************************** FIFTH FLOOR: THE LIBRARY OF ARCANE
ARTS ***************************************

What a headache.

Mariana LeFoy sat sulking on her throne, listening to the sounds of clashing
armies outside. Through her crystal ball, she could see that things were
looking very grim for her troops, and the prospects of this particular
expedition ever making a move against the Dragon Throne were looking
increasingly unlikely. It was not a problem for her, of course -- if she
needed to, she could simply step through any of her numerous portals and whisk
her lovely, karma-evading rear end off to the Misty Isles again, where she
would return to a life of evening walks through fog-covered swamps and
malicious plotting in her black, gothic tower.

But the DISAPPOINTMENT was difficult to shake off. She, the greatest and most
ambitious of the sorceresses of Europe, had done everything in her power to
secure the East. Where had she gone wrong? Was it the decision to entrust so
much power to her incompetent knights? Was it the decision to bring along
Isabel and her pitiful, groveling disciples? Or was it that summoner, Ritsa,
who had managed to create a portal to some unimaginably twisted otherworldly
realm and doomed half of her army to perverse torments that were probably
still going on?

Whatever the answer was, it was clear that the overarching problem was the
same as always: she was simply too brilliant for this world. How could she
possibly find a handful of goons, much less six thousand of them, who could be
trusted to operate on the same elevated frequency as herself? This, she
concluded, was the plight of true genius -- to be constantly be dragged down
by everyone else when she especially needs to soar.

With a sigh, she stood up and walked up to the window, reaching it just as the
Easterners came bursting in through her door.

"I think we've reached the end of the line," Wei-Ling remarked after a cursory
glance at her surroundings. Every inch of wallspace in the octagonal room was
covered with bookcases nearly bursting from the weight of their old tomes.
There was a long line of tables covered with alchemical equipment -- bubbling
alembics, luminescent vials and steaming jars -- arranged in a semicircle
around an elevated pulpit, upon which was perched a grinning human skull. Some
twenty feet behind the pulpit, a massive stained-glass window dominated the
far wall, releasing a network of colored light beams across the room that
bathed every surface in their kaleidoscopic hues. And there, towering in front
of the colored window so that it formed a grandiose halo around her head,
stood the sorceress herself.

"Sorceress!" Shiori shouted. "Your army has been decimated and your goons have
been deservingly punished for their involvement in this malicious, cowardly
invasion of our continent. Know that you stand alone in this battle, and
likewise, you will fall alone!"

Mariana turned around, with her arms crossed in amused contempt. The stained-
glass window behind her framed her head like the aura of some vengeful
goddess. She made a nonchalant hand movement, and a moment later, the doors
slammed shut and locked themselves behind the Easterners.

"We great people are always alone," the sorceress purred in her sultry alto
voice. "But even in solitude, our ambitions propel the machinery of history."

"That's not true," Wei-Ling replied. "Progress is the result of a group, a
tribe, or a whole people working in harmony. If you had understood this, you
might actually have succeeded in conquering us, but instead-"

"Harmony? Hah! Nothing makes me laugh more than the Oriental obsession with
unity and harmony. This is why the West GOVERNS THE WORLD: we understand that
it is the greatness of the FEW, the greatness of the INDIVIDUAL, that drives
progress. Each genius stamps her personality upon the malleable clay of
history, single-handedly altering the course of the future!"

"And what about all the other people? Are they just stepping stones for the
genius -- who I suppose you identify with yourself -- to use in her
ascendance?"

"GREATNESS burns hot and bright, and as such, it requires a lot of fuel."

"And so we all exist to help you build monuments to yourself? Give me a break!
Are you not human like everyone else? Underneath all that bold talk and those
fancy robes I know that -- just like all your goons -- you've got a pair of
big, fat tits and a curvy white ass. And do you want to know what happened to
them?"

Shiori held up the tied-up Ophelia and dropped her on the floor. The blonde
fell flat on her belly and moaned piteously. Upon seeing her beautiful knight
humiliated so thoroughly, Mariana let out a sigh of pity and disappointment --
although on the inside, she couldn't help but feel unexplainably excited at
the sight of the imperious blonde reduced to a whimpering, curvy package (and
the lovely redness on that perfectly-shaped bottom suddenly awoke long-buried
fantasies that she had almost forgotten...).

"Oh, luscious Ophelia, did I not predict your fall?" the sorceress sighed.
"Never mind - I'll find a new knight once I return to the Misty Isles. One who
is stronger, braver and even more beautiful than you..."

"Too bad you're not returning home any time soon, girl!" Nerg?i cried. "You're
the one responsible for this whole mess, and you're about to pay dearly for
it."

"Unsurprisingly for a smelly, uneducated Mongol, you do not seem to know much
about magic," Mariana replied with a self-satisfied laugh. "We sorceresses go
wherever we want, whenever we want. But unfortunately for YOU three, right now
I'm in the mood to STAY."

"Works for us, you black-hearted, power-hungry harlot!" Shiori roared. "Your
magic does not frighten us!"

There was a sinister flash in the sorceress' eyes, and she lashed out her
hand. Immediately, an invisible force picked up the swordsmith and flung her
across the room, causing her to fall headfirst into a bookcase -- and bring
several shelves with her in her fall to the floor.

"Fools! Puny Eastern ants!" Mariana bellowed, and the room seemed to darken
with her mounting fury. "I have brought your continent to its knees with my
Western magic -- do you suppose I cannot to the same to you?"

Nerg?i placed an arrow on her bow, and was instantly dispatched in the same
manner as her ally. Wei-Ling, now alone, felt her heart pounding against her
ribcage.

"This charade has been going on for too long," she said. "The only one who
will be brought to her knees today, sorceress, is YOU!"

Cackling with laughter, the sorceress raised her hands over her head,
summoning a ball of pure energy that seemed to suck every particle of light
out of her surroundings, and directed it toward her foe. Wei-Ling, not
skipping a beat, drew Jade Destiny and immediately shattered the luminous
sphere into a million shadowy splinters.

"Too easy? I need to step up my game then," Mariana laughed, and whipped out a
bejeweled rod, which she pointed at her foe. A shockwave passed through the
room, rippling the air like water, and hit Wei-Ling in the chest, causing her
to go flying across the library and smash into the wall above the locked
doors. She caught a glimpse of the sorceress, framed by thick beams of colored
light, smiling triumphantly -- just before she was peeled down from the wall
and fell face-first down onto the floor.

Once the searing pain in her forehead had subsided, Wei-Ling looked around to
see what had happened to her allies. Nerg?i had landed in a stash of scrolls,
and was digging through them with an annoyed look on her face. On the other
side, Shiroi had taken cover behind a toppled bookcase, and was gathering a
supply of magic trinkets from the floor.

"We need to find a way to use her magic against her!" Shiroi cried, uncorking
various interestingly-shaped bottles and smelling their contents. "I can't
read these labels -- it's all gibberish to me."

"Just throw one and see what happens," Wei-Ling suggested.

Shiroi picked up a vial containing a glowing purple liquid, shrugged, and
threw it over her shoulder like a hand grenade. The sorceress, however,
instantly spotted the projectile and gave it a telekinetic shove, sending it
crashing into the wall above its thrower. The explosion released a cloud of
foul-smelling gas that stung the Easterners' eyeballs and nostrils like a
hundred needles.

"AAGGGGHHHHH, MY EEEEEEEEEEYESS!!" "AAIIIIIIIEEEEEE, GET IT OUT!!"

"Hey girls, quit your whining -- I think I've found something!" Nerg?i cried
out from beneath a small mountain of scrolls, holding up a small, circular
shard suspended on a golden chain. "If you look through this lens, all this
gibberish suddenly becomes perfectly understandable! Look -- this one says
"Lady Wolfbane's Geokinetic Nexus Disintegrator", and I'm sure it does,
because I could never have made that up!"

Meanwhile, Ophelia had managed to wriggle out of her bondage and stood up on
wobbly legs. With one hand gingerly rubbing her glowing red butt and the other
massaging her sore genitals, she looked around for something to arm herself
with.

"Wei-Ling, look out!"

Wei-Ling turned around just in time to see the vengeful blonde bear down on
her with a marble bust of some ancient Western philosopher in her hands. She
rolled aside, allowing the crazed knight to smash the bust into shards just
above her shoulder.

"I've got this one," Nerg?i yelled, unrolling a scroll she had found on the
floor. "Hubba hubba, magicus animatus: wand!" A long, thick black wand about
as thick as a broom-shaft floated up from out of the rubble. "Let's see here
... Magicus locatus: Ophelia the White's ass!"

Instantly, the wand twirled off in the direction of the white villainess, who
was standing spread-legged with the remains of the bust still clutched in her
hands. Wei-Ling saw what was happening, and held her breath.

"I knew that I'd get the last word!" Ophelia said, her eyes gleaming with
malicious wrath. Her breasts heaved as she hoisted the half-destroyed bust
over her head, at which point Wei-Ling lashed out and kicked her legs out from
under her. The bad girl dropped her weapon and fell down on all fours with a
dog-like yelp, causing her gleaming red tush to arch up behind her.

"Only if by last word, you mean a loud, drawn-out moan, because my friend is
about to pop your OTHER cherry!"

"What? Nooo-!" The blond villainess' full red lips formed a perfect 'O' as she
realized that she had been outmaneuvered once again, and the next moment the
cold, blunt tip of the wand passed right in between her plump buns and plunged
straight into her pink, wide open anus. Ophelia jolted up- right as the
projectile worked its way deeper and deeper into her rectum, eroding the last
vestiges of her prized chastity.

"OOOIIII!!" the blonde howled as the humiliation wore on, and her gaze
inadvertently met Wei-Ling's -- glassy blue eyes melting under the force of
the triumphant adversary's implacable black stare.

"One heart-shaped vanilla popsicle coming up," Nerg?i chuckled as she grabbed
the wand and began to pump it in and out of the bad girl's stretched-out
asshole, making slurping noises as it entered and exited her slowly yielding
rectum.

"So it only took a couple of cantrips and the brave defenders of the East
immediately ran for cover," Mariana could be heard cackling from the other
side of the toppled bookcases. "So much for Eastern bravery! Well, no matter,
I'll give you a *hand* -- haa haa haa!!"

An enormous, ghostly hand came floating down over the bookcases, curling its
fingers to form a grip. Wei-Ling looked at Nerg?i, and they both nodded in
silent agreement. One of them grabbed Ophelia by her long braid, whereas the
other grabbed her by the wand sticking out of her posterior, and after
hoisting her up into the air and aiming a couple of practice swings, they let
out a mighty battle cry just as they released the blonde mid-air, sending her
flying in the direction of the magical hand.

"NOOO, D-DON'T- IT'S ME, OPHELI-" *THWACKKKKK!!* "OOOWWWWWW!!!"

Unable to tell friend from foe, the hand delivered a paralyzing backhand slap
to the oncoming blonde, sending her soaring across the room and ramming her
chest-first into the nearest wall. The impact smashed her ripe white tits into
flat imprints against her chestbone, and forced her naked body so far into the
brickwork that she remained plastered against it -- arms and legs spread out
in an X-shape, blond braid colored white with dust from the brickwork, and
wand still wedged rock-hard up her exposed, pried-open asshole.

"Whoops!" the sorceress let out. "Oh well, collateral damage."

"Disappearus enchantmentus!" Nerg?i intoned, causing the giant hand to dis-
appear in a puff of green smoke. "Shiori -- now!"

The latter instantly grabbed an armful of assorted potions and began throwing
them blindly in the general direction of her foe, three or four at a time.
However, the sorceress was ready for it, and telekinetically deflected each
potion back toward the barricade of bookshelves. A rain of glowing vials and
flasks descended upon the Easterners, and as they looked at each other, they
all knew that their end was surely near.

"Take my hands!" Wei-Ling yelled, extending an arm in each direction. Her
friends seized a hand, and they all bowed their heads toward the floor,
awaiting their doom. So this was it. Falling just short of the victory line.
But at least they were together -- the three swords would die side by side,
just as they had fought.

"I love you guys!" "Me too!" "Right back at you!"

*DZZZIINNNGGGG!!!*

Then, something happened. A transparent white energy seemed to rise up from
their connected bodies and shape itself into a protective sphere around them.
The next moment, the hailstorm of glowing bottles smashed into the forcefield,
exploding into extravagant balls of flame, rains of acid and even the odd
portal into another dimension. The protective energy shield, however, repelled
all of it -- and when the magical storm had subsided, half the library had
been completely incinerated, while the three Easterners remained completely
unharmed in the center.

"What happened?" Shiroi asked, breathless.

"Our bond with each other must have created some sort of qi!" Wei-Ling
replied. "I think we've found our weapon!"

Even the sorceress was stunned by what had just taken place -- so stunned, in
fact, that she failed to notice that a bottle of goblin fire thrown by Shiori
had escaped her attention, and now struck the floor just behind her. A cloud
of neon green flame instantly erupted from the shards of glass, billowing
outwards behind the witch like a peacock's tail.

"Curses!" the fiery-haired villainess hissed, throwing herself to the floor.
The fire, however, had already spread to the bottom of her gown, and by the
time she had extinguished it with a barrage of cold spells, the dress had been
reduced to a ragged, thigh-length skirt with a long slit that revealed a good
portion of her smooth white hip.

"Your game is over, sorceress!" Wei-Ling exclaimed triumphantly. "Your dark
Western spells are powerless against the qi of Eastern unity! Surrender now,
or you will face humiliation worse than you can possibly imagine!"

The sorceress stood up straight, smoothed down her skirt over her thighs and
arched her back, jutting out her luxurious breasts. No, the West was not about
to give up without a fight.

"I am not afraid of your Oriental mysticism! Come on, you faceless minions of
the WHORE that is Asia -- your doom is at hand!"

Here, the sorceress spun around and grabbed an object from behind her throne
-- an ornately carved black staff, both of whose ends were decorated with
egg-shaped white opals the size of human fists. As she began to chant, the
opals began to glow, and a malevolent darkness seemed to envelop the staff as
well as its wielder.

"Beware, my friends, for there is much unholy magic in the air!" Wei-Ling
cried. "Take my hands so that we may protect ourselves from it!"

Shiori and Nerg?i did as she said, and once again, a protective globe of warm,
humming energy enveloped the Easterners. Slowly, they advanced upon the
chanting sorceress in her gathering storm clouds of darkness.

"AHRAA MAHAZ'UUL!!" Mariana LeFoy cried, and at her command, a stream of
barbed, black darkness came tunneling out of nowhere, snaking its way toward
the three swords. As the dark energies approached, the three Easterners bent
their heads and braced for impact, trusting completely in the power of their
friendship.

*BBZZZZZZZ!!!* Black magic collided with protective qi, resulting in an
explosion that threatened to tear the whole library apart. However, when both
walls of enchantment had canceled each other out, the three Easterners were
left completely unscatched, still holding each other's hands with their heads
bowed meekly forward.

"NOW!" Wei-Ling cried.

With deafening battle cries, the three swords charged bravely forward. The
sorceress, slightly taken aback by the inefficiency of her dark spell, quickly
recovered and assumed her battle stance: shapely legs wide apart and breasts
proudly arched outwards.

"Fall before my might!" the wicked sorceress of the West cackled, firing off
telekinetic spells at will. Wei-Ling dodged one, but Shiroi was less lucky and
ended off flying twenty feet back and destroying two tables' worth of
alchemical equipment. Nerg?i tried to grab hold of the sorceress' staff, but
was quickly dispatched in a similar manner.

This, however, left the coast clear for Wei-Ling, who raised Jade Destiny high
over her head and charged forward with a triumphant roar.

*CRAA---AACCKKK!!*

With a well-placed thrust, the heavenly sword broke the staff in two. The two
halves of the enchanted rod fell limply to the floor, and a host of dark
energies seemed to be leaking out of its wreckage, as if they had been trapped
inside like genies in an Arabian lamp.

"You are finished, sorceress!" the Eastern heroine bellowed, holding her
glowing sword aloft.

"Actually, I am, but not in the way you think," the sorceress cackled, walking
backwards until she stood inside of a circle of glowing red runes that had
been drawn upon the floorboards. "I am finished with this charade, and I am
going home! Enjoy the wreckage that I have left in my wake -- for I shall
return in a couple of years, and destroy the rest of Asia as well!"

Wei-Ling gasped in shock. This could not be happening. The architect of all
this heinous evil, whisking herself off to safety and evading her rightful
punishment. She stepped forward but it was too late -- an orb of colorful
energies enveloped the witch, and then she was gone.

***

The audacity of her escape thrilled Mariana to the point of erotic excitement.
As she flew through the secret tunnels criss-crossing space and time, she
found herself writhing with sensual pleasure -- how lovely to be so
incomparably superior to this meager, easily outwitted world! How beautiful to
be able to evade cosmic punishment with a mere backwards step and a command
word! How DELICIOUS to be so BAD, and yet be able to get away with it EVERY
TIME!

"I must admit that I am deeply disappointed in you, sorceress."

Mariana blinked. Something was definitely wrong here. With a gasp, she noticed
that she had not landed in her lovely dark tower back at the Misty Isles, with
its gloomy black crenelations and ever-present, ticklingly cool mists.
Instead, she found herself in some heavenly realm -- on a cloud, actually --
staring straight into the eyes of an enormous Chinese dragon.

"You? How dare you!?" the sorceress wailed. "I know of your covenant with the
gods -- you are not allowed to interfere with conflicts on earth! You are
violating a primal law of the universe!"

"Well, that could be debated," the dragon purred, "For the time being, let us
say that I am also preventing YOU from breaking an equally important MORAL
law: that which says that wicked actions must always be punished accordingly.
You will return to China, witch, and suffer the consequence of your foolish
actions."

The sorceress began to protest wildly, but the dragon merely began to hum at a
steady pitch, at which point the shocked villainess began to levitate like a
balloon, spun around 180 degrees, and found herself staring into the portal
through which she had just arrived.

"This is not FAIR!" Mariana huffed, clenching her fists.

"This is more than fair, sorceress. It is JUSTICE," the dragon replied with a
smile, before swinging his mighty head around and allowing his thick, golden
whiskers to lash the crimson-haired villainess across her pert derriere.

"UHHH!!" the spellcaster shrieked in a violated tone of voice -- she had never
in her life suffered the indignity of a spanking, and the very idea of it was
a catastrophic affront to her overinflated ego -- as the hard bum rap sent her
flying back into the portal.

"We shall see each other again... very soon," the dragon snorted, just before
the sorceress' shapely buns, still jiggling from the spank, disappeared into
the vortex of light.

***

Mariana reappeared in the exact same spot she had left, blinking
incredulously. The Easterners, who had been made privy of her conversation
with the dragon through some mysterious cosmic echo, were right in front of
her, waiting with broad grins on their faces.

"You should read up on Eastern philosophy, girl -- karma ALWAYS catches up
with you in the end!" Nerg?i chuckled.

"Fools!" the sorceress huffed, raising her arms above her head in preparation
of some ominous enchantment. "Staying here will only inconvenience me mildly.
I now have no other choice but to RAZE THIS WHOLE CONTINENT TO THE GROUND--
huh!?"

*rrriitttsssccchhhh*

Jade Destiny had delivered Wei-Ling's reply for her. A second later, a needle-
thin tear appeared in the sorceress' luxurious crimson robe, running from the
top of her cleavage to the bottom hem of her scorched skirt. The next moment,
an errant wind caught hold of the garment and caused it to flutter to the
ground.

"The only thing that'll end up on the ground today are your clothes, witch!"

What a sight it was. The great mastermind of the West completely deprived of
her clothing, positively spotlit by the merciless apocalyptic light of the
setting sun. This was, then, the piece of ass at the top of the pyramid: a
stately, curvaceous beauty with impeccable snow white breasts, each crowned
with a stiff rosy nipple, generous hips, and a hint of fire-red bush peeking
out from behind her last remaining article of clothing: an exceedingly
tight-fitting black thong.

"Like I said: underneath all that get-up, she's just a pair of fat white tits
and a big, floppy ass like the rest of them," Nerg?i cackled.

"Fools! You are no MATCH for me-" the sorceress roared, summoning a ball of
lightning and flinging it at the closest enemy, who happened to be Shiori. The
swordsmith, however, simply bent her head in contemplation, and immediately
summoned up a mirror of qi that deflected the thunderball straight back at its
caster.

"-wh-what, N-NOOOO-- AAAAIIIEEEEE!!!"

The immense charge of electricity pulsated through the sorceress' throbbing
body, giving the Easterners sporadic X-ray peeks at her skeleton, before it
dropped her back onto the floor on all fours. The electrical treatment had
turned the villainess' previously smooth, ruby-red hair into a massive unruly
bush that stood up straight in all directions, as well as caused her nipples
to stand up perfectly erect, like activated radio masts.

While the sorceress stood panting on all fours, too dazed to act, Nerg?i came
creeping up upon her from behind. The Mongolian stood for a while, enjoying
the privileged view of this powerful foreign villainess stripped naked and
forced to her knees. There was something indescribably titillating about
seeing a woman who had always kept herself unassailable through powerful magic
suddenly brought crashing back into physical reality, where her rare, elusive
body was once again within reach of ordinary physical humiliation -- to see
that haughty face, those proud boobs and defiantly arched rear end shrink at
the approach of the nature they had always cheated.

"This is MADNESS!" the sorceress moaned, unaware of the fact that someone was
standing just behind her. "I am a sorceress of the House LeFoy, descendant of
the druids of the Sacred Meadows -- I will not tolerate being treated this
way!"

"Well, in that case, I suggest you build up your tolerance!" Nerg?i cried,
just before plunging the tip of her boot straight up between the sorceress'
parted thighs, and sinking it into her soft, mushy womanhood. With great
satisfaction, she felt the villainess' meaty snatch yield to the force of her
foot, and the soft lips were pried apart so that she could plunge right in.

*CCCRRUNNNCCHHH!!* "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The kick sent Mariana's lower body bouncing upward, so that her curvy, thong-
flossed ass nearly went flying over her head. In that very instant, Mariana's
hermetically sealed world of isolation from the physical world fell apart like
a house of cards, and she finally saw herself as she was: a naked, frail
little body that had landed itself into deep trouble.

"Damn, judging from that scream, you'd think I just pulverized her coochie,"
Nerg?i chuckled. "But then again, maybe I did..."

The sorceress stood up on wobbly legs, hands plastered to her throbbing
privates. Her eyes were burning with vengeance.

"You... have humiliated me," she huffed, clenching her fists until her
knuckles whitened. "And for this, I will subject you to the most dreadful
death I can imagine. POWER WORD: SUPERHEAT!"

A thin ray of pure heat shot out of her fingertip in the direction of
Wei-Ling. Once again, a barrier of qi stopped the projectile and reversed it
back towards its caster. Mariana's eyes widened in terror, but she was too
slow to act -- the heat ray struck her squarely in the crotch of her skimpy
black thong.

At first, there was no visible reaction. Then, the undergarment began to glow
and rapidly change color, until the whole thong had been transformed into a
scorching red hot brand against her lower body. Howling, the sorceress began
an impromptu dance around the room, spurred on by the fiery ribbon that was
eating hungrily into her ass, twat and perineum.

"AOUUAAAAHHHHH IT HURTS IT HURTS GET IT OFF PLEEEEEEASE OWW OWW OWW
AOOUUUHHHH!!!"

"Fire down below!" Shiori cackled.

"I think she's doing the rain dance!" Nerg?i replied.

Finally, the thong burst into flame with a loud, ragged 'POP!', sending the
sorceress leaping through the air with a shriek and her hands clutching her
fire-licked butt. Back on her feet, she gingerly inspected her lower body for
damage, and blushed when she noticed that the fire, although brief, had
managed to burn her tidy red bush clean off her snatch, leaving it as smooth
as a baby's bottom.

"If you play with matches, and so on," Wei-Ling said, making tsk-ing noises.

"Very well," the sorceress mumbled, walking up to a nearby table and picking
up a nondescript metal container. "Since you have somehow acquired the means
to resist my spells, I will have to draw upon other forces."

She uncorked the container, and a thin, luminescent stream of smoke began to
rise out of its opening. Once enough smoke had accumulated in the air, it
began to cohere, eventually taking the shape of a floating, bright purple
humanoid of indeterminate gender, with brilliant emerald-colored eyes that
seemed to radiate malice and trickery.

"Oh, great djinn of the Persian desert," Mariana intoned, raising both hands
in supplication, "I, Mariana of the Misty Isles, greet you!"

"Well, well, if it isn't Lady Firecrotch herself," the djinn replied in a
tinkling, metallic voice, "Seems like your haughtiness has finally gotten you
into a bit of a bind, eh? Ohh... Nice tits, by the way."

"Harumph! I have bound you to this container, and as such, you are my SLAVE,"
the sorceress grumbled. "If I wasn't in such dire need of help, I would
teleport you off to the ninth layer of hell for that!"

"Beats hanging around in this metal box. Hey, what happened to your twat? It
used to have cute red hairs on it, and now it's as smooth as a whale's ass!"

"Enough! By the power of the secret word, I command you to attack those three
women!"

The djinn looked skeptically at its summoner. "I only attack those who carry
the Mark. You ought to know, you invented that rule."

"That's because you were attacking everyone indiscriminately! You spanked five
of my acolytes and shoved a Rod of Discomfort up my handmaiden's butt!"

"Rules are rules, pasty-buns."

Grumbling, Mariana intoned a lengthy invocation, upon which three glowing
symbols appeared floating in the air. With a diffident hand gesture, the
sorceress sent the symbols flying off toward the Easterners.

"Concentrate, girls!" Wei-Ling said. All three of them bent their heads and
began to focus on their shared bond. And sure enough -- the three symbols
stopped abruptly mid-air and began flying back toward the woman who had
summoned them.

"No, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!" Mariana gasped as the symbols hovered in front
of her for a short while, before neatly attaching themselves to her naked
white body -- two plastering themselves across her nipples and the last one
adhering perfectly to her hairless pussy.

"Looks like the Mark is on you, witch," the djinn said, his eyes glowing with
satisfaction. "And I myself could not be any more pleased with this outcome!"

Mariana's eyes widened with indescribable horror as she realized that the
noble creature that she had been mistreating for years was about to turn on
its oppressor.

The next twenty minutes offered a spectacularly satisfying performance of role
reversal: shrieking like a little girl, the naughty, haughty sorceress was
flung around by her hair, crumpled up into a ball, pummeled, tackled, groped,
slapped, pinched and kicked repeatedly in the tush.

The grand finale consisted of the djinn shrinking itself down to miniature
size and diving straight into the sorceress' wide-open mouth. Shocked, Mariana
swallowed the unwelcome element, and quickly realized her mistake.
Immediately, her limbs began to move by their own accord, as another will took
control of them from inside.

"N-no, wh-what am I doing? H-HELP!" Mariana cried feebly as her own body began
an impromptu sailor's jig, and then broke into an outrageous, gyrating
stripper dance.

"Well, color me surprised, that girl knows how to shake her junk," Nerg?i
laughed.

"This is OUTRAGEOUS, I protest!" the sorceress huffed, as her body bent over
at the waist and her shapely butt began to sway from side to side in a naughty
tick-tock dance.

A bit further away, Ophelia had just woken up, and was currently in the act of
trying to slip away unnoticed. However, her plans were promptly foiled when an
invisible force took hold of her body, stood her up like a marionette and
marched her off toward her dancing mistress.

At this point, Mariana stopped dancing and involuntarily spun around to face
her trusty knight. There was a moment of embarrassed communion as the two
possessed bad girls exchanged glances -- Mariana's emerald eyes flashing with
injured pride and Ophelia's baby blue watery with submissive apology -- just
before the genie pushed them forward into a passionate lovers' kiss. A chorus
of cheers and applause erupted from the Easterners as the villainesses wrapped
their arms around each other, each flattening her ample breasts against the
other's, and locked lips with hungry abandon.

"Mppphhfffgghhhh!!!" they both protested, eyes darting around in panic.

"Come on, admit that you've both been fantasizing about this for years!"
Wei-Ling laughed.

To heat things up further, the genie ordered Mariana's hands to slide down her
blond subordinate's back, and then had her cup them around the knight's hefty
buttocks. Cupping turned to squeezing, and soon the flesh of Ophelia's
well-fed buns were spilling out between the sorceress' fingers with each
greedy squeeze.

"I think it's safe to say who's wearing the pants in this relationship,"
Shiroi chuckled.

Next, the spirit possessing Ophelia forced her down to her knees, so that she
was staring straight into her mistress's naked slit. The blonde had just
enough time to mouth and apology before her face was abruptly pushed into the
sorceress's crotch, and she began to pleasure her mistress.

"Ohhh, c-c-curse you, genie! Th-this, *ooohh!* th-this is too low even f-for
you... *aaahhhh!* If you l-l-let me go, I will... *OOOHHHH!!* ...r-release you
f-f-from your service... *AAAHHHH!!* (please, please, don't stop!)... N-no, I
didn't mean that... *OOOOHHHHH!!* (yes, my sweet Ophelia, yes!)...
N-n-noooo...!"

Mariana's face grew beet red as her subordinate continued to play with her
most intimate opening, her hands now groping and clawing the sorceress's
curvy, white ass for support. The wicked witch of the West began to whimper,
and then to moan, and by the time one of the knight's fingers had found itself
sliding in between the sorceress's firm buttocks and rubbing against the
sensitive, tiny opening hidden between them, she was ready to explode. Then it
happened -- Ophelia's possessed finger plunged straight into the supreme
villainess's untouched, pink anus just as her tongue made a daring thrust up
against her g-spot -- and the sorceress could no longer hold back: with a moan
of utter ecstasy and defeat, she blew her hot load all over her blond minion's
helpless face, and proceeded to fall flat on her back, heaving and panting.

"Now that has got to be the high point of the evening," Nerg?i chuckled. "One
might even say, the cl- actually, never mind."

As Mariana lay panting on the floor, the genie flipped her over on her back,
and caused her rear end to levitate upwards until it was pointing toward the
ceiling. Then, the witch's body began to shiver gently, then increasingly more
so until it was trembling uncontrollably. Finally, two tiny purple hands
popped out of the bad girl's winking anus, where they gripped the edges of the
diminutive cavity and began to pull it outwards to create more space. Mariana
yowled in protest, but the hands carried on, meanwhile growing in size until
they were the size of a doll's hands. The sorceress's tiny asshole was
stretched wider and wider, causing its owner to wail louder and louder, until
eventually the hands were the size of a human being's. At this point, the
hands suddenly stretched out the opening to what appeared to be far beyond its
breaking point, creating a gaping black cavity out of which the genie's
smiling purple head suddenly appeared. The genie's body followed, squeezing
out through the sorceress's rectum like some demonic parody of a birth,
following which the magical entity flew cackling around the library a few
times before retreating obediently to its container. Everyone's eyes
immediately fell upon the sorceress, whose rear end was still pointing upwards
-- like a wrecked building still standing up for a short while after a
hurricane has swept by -- although the dainty little opening in its center had
been replaced with a massive black maw that seemed in danger of sucking light
itself into it.

"L-L-Lady Mariana, I s-swear I had nothing to do wi...!" Ophelia began,
prostrating herself in front of her mistress' upturned rump, but the sorceress
would have nothing of it. Without even raising her head, Mariana mumbled a
half-slurred incantation, upon which the terrified blonde was picked up by
some invisible force, spun around for a while, and finally thrown in the
direction of the great stained-glass window. The golden-haired bad girl passed
straight through it -- shattering the glass into a million tiny pieces -- and
made a yellow-and-white arch against the reddening sky before disappearing,
screaming, into the sunset.

The stained-glass window broken, the red light of the evening now fell
unfiltered upon the depleted body of Mariana LeFoy as the three swords
gathered around her.

"Is she gone?"

"Maybe, but it's best to be on the safe side. Girls, let's hold hands."

Shiroi and Nerg?i obeyed Wei-Ling's command, and the three Easterners made a
circle around the fallen villainess. As they did this, a warm, positive energy
came streaming out of their clasped hands, forming a translucent yellow sphere
around the sorceress's body.

"Sorceress! We have defeated you in fair combat. Will you surrender?"

The villainess stirred and awoke. As she stood up on shaky legs, she became
aware of the strange wall surrounding her, which seemed to filter everything
around her through a warm shade of yellow. Annoyed, she fired off a magic
missile, which was promptly swallowed up by the sphere and transformed into
ripples of electrical current that passed across the entire outer surface and
finally converged again in the rear part of the sphere, whereupon the
concentration of electricity proved too much and the magic missile was spit
back into the interior of the sphere, where it struck the unsuspecting
sorceress in the exact center of her derriere.

"AAOOOUUHHH!!!" Mariana wailed as the pain brought her up on her toes.

"I warn you, sorceress," Wei-Ling continued, impatiently, "you have been
roundly defeated, and any further resistance will only cause you further pain
and humiliation. Now, will you surrender by your own volition, or must we
force it from you?"

"Hah! Your words mean nothing to me!" the sorceress hissed, but in her voice,
there was an unmistakable note of desperation. "I have already won this war,
and there is nothing you can do about it!"

"Very well. Nerg?i?"

The Mongolian was standing ready, holding an unfolded scroll in her hands and
smiling wickedly. While Shiroi held up the magical reading lens, Nerg?i
chanted a series of dark incantations, ending with the name "Mariana LeFoy".
As soon as she had finished, the sorceress began to levitate against her will,
her arms and legs drifting apart until she was forming an 'X' in the air three
feet above the floor, still surrounded by the protective sphere of qi.

"Fools, this will only stall my revenge momentarily! Your plan is useless! Let
me down at once so that I can fight you face to face! Cowards! Let me- Are you
even listening!?"

Nerg?i steered the sorceress over to the shattered window and allowed her to
float in place in its exact center -- where her stained-glass image had been
towering imperiously over the town only moments earlier.

Outside, there was instant commotion among the ranks of the Chinese army, as
well as among the captive Western soldiers, where they sat sulking and naked
in the mud. Everyone looked up at the great, fearsome Mariana LeFoy -- now
unclad down to her shaved pussy and utterly exposed in her X-shaped position
-- and soon a chorus of cheers erupted all over town.

"Look! It's the white witch of the West, tied up with her own magics!"

"Look at those tits and that shaved snatch! She looks just like a common
harlot!"

"Hurrah! The West is crumbling and the East has risen from the ashes!"

Delighting in the cheers and snide comments, Wei-Ling drew Jade Destiny and
placed the blade with almost condescending gentleness against the wiggling
sorceress's heart-shaped butt. As the legendarily powerful weapon made contact
with the legendarily malevolent backside, it began to glow with such fierce
intensity that it almost seemed ready to give birth to a new star. The
dazzling green light caused the entire audience of soldiers to shield their
eyes.

"N-n-no, w-wait," the sorceress began, suddenly changing her tone, "I kn-know
where this is g-g-going... p-please reconsider... it doesn't need to come to
this..."

"Not a chance, sorceress," Wei-Ling snorted. "You had your chance to
surrender, and you blew it. Besides, this spanking is LONG overdue."

As she raised the sword above her shoulder in preparation for the blow, the
jade-colored light grew to such an unbearable intensity that it blotted out
the whole world around her: suddenly, she was adrift in a sea of serene green,
with only the silhouetted contours of the wicked sorceress floating like an
uncolored pencil sketch in the air, consisting of four stretched-out limbs,
the two powerfully curved lines of her sides, and the round semicircles of her
bodacious ass cheeks.

Wei-Ling took aim, and fired off the first blow.

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

The deafening sound of steel flattening ass flesh was followed a split second
later by a sound as from a thunderclap. Faintly, as if from a great distance,
she could hear the scream of the sorceress, drowned out by the thunderous
diminuendo. Even through the sheet of green light, Wei-Ling perceived clearly
how a single spank from Jade Destiny had superheated the wicked villainess's
buttocks to such a spectacular degree that they now resembled two pools of
white hot light in the green sea, filling up the spacy semicircles that were
jiggling wildly from the impact.

"May this be the final nail in the coffin of Western imperialist pride!"

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

Again, the blow was followed by a thunderclap, and the white hot pools of
light grew even more intense. The sorceress screamed and squirmed against her
invisible bondage, but her twisting only turned her shapely, ripe bottom into
an even more appealing target.

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*
*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*
*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

As Wei-Ling, feeling completely at ease in the zen-like green realm that
enveloped her, continued to spank the disembodied Caucasian rump that hovered
so helplessly in front of her, squirming stupidly against its magical fetters,
she envisioned herself as a living personification of the East in the act of
punishing the backside of the arrogant, prideful West. Indeed, the whole
continent of Europe seemed to have shrunk down to that gluttunously
well-fattened butt, and each blow appeared to be rattling each of its greedy
kingdoms to their core.

Which, in a way, was exactly what was happening: for some unexplainable
reason, Northern lights were descending upon the world -- even in locations
where they had never before been seen -- and the spanking of the Western
commander had somehow been imprinted upon their undulating green patterns.
Yes, through some divine trickery, the images of Mariana spread out in an
X-shape while a sword lashed her jiggling rear were being broadcast against
the heavens in real time so that they could be seen from every kingdom from
Portugal to Japan.

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

On the Misty Isles, among the dark crags and windswept marshes where will-o'-
the-wisps were dancing in the midnight gloom, Mariana's fellow sorceresses
were watching aghast from their forbidding black towers (many of them with a
hand defensively placed on their own precious bottoms, which seemed to smart a
little with each blow laid upon their sister).

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

In wintry Scandinavia, among the jagged peaks, deep fjords and frozen, dragon-
infested tarns, its fur-clad denizens were shaking in their boots at the sight
of the sorceress punished, while the pigtailed blond queens and princesses hid
under their beds in terror -- a long row of shivering curvy butts illuminated
by the mystical green glow.

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

On the sun-kissed Iberian peninsula, the devout young queen of Spain was being
rushed off to the confines of her palace while a throng of courtiers followed
her trying to downplay the significance of this peculiar omen. Further off,
the high priestesses of Isabel's order were brandishing their holy symbols
toward the celestial phenomenon, to no avail.

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

In the castles of France, duchesses, marquisinnes, countesses and baronesses
were collectively fainting at the sight of what was happening, and over in
Paris, the arrogant young girl-queen in her luxurious furs and gold trimmings
was rumoured to have wet her platinum-trimmed silk undergarments on the spot.

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

In desolate Siberia, the summoners of Ritsa's tribe were kneeling at the sight
of the cosmic punishment, apparently figuring that any force powerful enough
to broadcast its victory so spectacularly must be powerful enough to deserve
worshipping. With each thunderous lashing of the sorceress' glowing tush, the
summoners touched the ground with their foreheads, in the process mooning
their previous idols with their painted bottoms.

Finally, after one hundred perfectly-aimed spanks, Wei-Ling leaned in toward
her adversary and heard the words she had been dreaming to hear for weeks upon
weeks:

"AAIIIEEEEEEE!!! *sob* *moan* S-S-STOP!!! *sob* NO MORE!!! I... I
S-SURRENDER!!"

"Excellent. Our terms are the following: you must also surrender your magical
powers for all coming time."

"W-W-WHAT?? *sob* N-N-NO..."

*THHHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* *KAAA-BLAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I WILL DO IT!!! I WILL DO IT!! *sob*"

With a mighty groan, the sorceress heaved up her chest toward the sky and
chanted a low, tear-choked incantation, whereupon a purple light began to glow
in the center of her chest, right between her ripe, pointy breasts. The light
flashed brightly for a moment, and then disattached itself from her body,
following which it shaped itself into a tiny, glowing gem of perfectly
circular shape. The gem floated over to Shiroi, who picked it up and pocketed
it with a satisfied smile.

"Is that it? Have you surrendered all your magical powers?" Wei-Ling inquired,
raising her sword menacingly over her shoulder.

"Y-Y-YES, YES, YES!! *sob* *groan* I H-H-HAVE!!"

Upon hearing this, Wei-Ling nodded to Nerg?i, who cancelled the levitation
spell. The sorceress was released from her bondage, but before she could begin
her fall back to the floor, Shiroi delivered a magnificently-aimed jumping
kick into her luminous ass that sent the villainess flying out through the
window and landing on her stomach on the brick roof of the pagoda. The
dramatic downward tilt of the roof immediately caused Mariana to start sliding
on her sweaty belly, and before she could stop herself, she had slid off the
edge of the roof, where her feet entangled themselves in a strip of hanging
paper lamps which roped her ankles together so that by the time she was only a
few inches from the ground, the rope tightened up and sent her rocketing back
up like a bungee cord. Eventually, the unlucky sorceress found herself
spinning gently around at a stable height -- some three feet above ground --
where she was now dangling upside down in front of the smiling soldiers of the
Imperial Army.

A heavily-armoured general came forth and read a ceremonial declaration of
victory from a golden scroll to the Western commander, who could do nothing
but spin idiotically around, alternately giving the general a view of her
luminous, well-spanked ass or gleaming, naked pussy.

Wei-Ling now appeared in the shattered window, to the uncontrollable cheers
and applause of the Chinese army. So this was it, she thought to herself as
she descended into dizzy euphoria. At long last, sweet victory.

She held Jade Destiny aloft, illuminating heaven and earth with its un-
ceasing glow, and shouted:

"The sun has set in the West! The Great War for the East is over!"

***

When the sun rose the next day, it was as if the world had changed overnight.
Suddenly, nature seemed to be bursting with movement, sound and color, as if
the cosmos was somehow overcompensating for the period of chaos and poverty
that had just ended. Suddenly, the cherry blossoms had acquired a new set of
petals, the chrysanthemums were blooming entirely out of season, and squadrons
of cranes were patrolling the skies like angelic sentinels.

In the town where the war had been won, the local population was busy removing
every trace of Western influence. In the town square, a huge pile of items
belonging to the former colonizers was erected, and then set on fire to a
chorus of cheering and applause. Further away, metallic objects (weapons,
armour, goblets, jewelry, instruments of torture, instruments of bodily
hygiene, art objects, relics of Isabel's religion, and much more) were smelted
down in pots and ovens until every trace of identification had disappeared in
the shimmering liquid seas of gold, silver, tin, copper, iron and platinum.

Finally, three days after the literal kick to the ass that had ended the war,
a trial was held for the invaders in a nearby field. All six thousand
prisoners of war were marched out in what little clothing they had been left
in at the time of their defeat (which meant nothing at all for the vast
majority of them), while an audience of nearly fifty thousand locals pelted
them with sticks, rotten fruit and the most heinous slurs.

Up ahead, three generals of the Chinese army were seated on the right side of
a large circular platform, while Wei-Ling, Shiori and Nerg?i were seated on
the left. As people were discussing the purpose of the mysterious platform in
the middle, the unexpected (but certainly not disappointing) answer suddenly
presented itself when the dragon appeared in the Eastern sky, tumbled through
the heavens to an awed cacaphony of cheers and screams among the audience, and
finally curled itself up in a neat coil on the platform.

With all seven jurors in place, the trial began.

The first thing to be decided upon was the punishment of the core portion of
the army. In view of the ongoing food shortage, it was immediately suggested
that at least three thousand soldiers be employed with planting new rice in
the desolate fields -- a suggestion that was met with hearty approval
(although Nerg?i's suggestion that all six thousand be milked like cattle to
feed the starving locals was also met with much approving laughter). The
remainder of the infantry and cavalry, it was then decided, would be tasked
with rebuilding burned-down houses in the areas that had been most severely
effected by the pillaging. As for the Amazons, shieldmaidens, mercenaries,
assassins and conquistadors, these were deemed especially "interesting" by the
generals of the Imperial army, and therefore sentenced to serve as targets for
advanced combat practice. Finally, Isabel's priestesses (including Celeste,
Luzia the grand inquisitor and the Pendragon) were tasked -- to their horror
-- with repudiating their faith, participate in a ritual "cleansing" at the
hands of trained Tibetan battle monks, and finally to travel the entire
Eastern continent and preach the virtues of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism
over the evils of their former religion. Each of these punishments, it was
decided, would last for a whole year.

When the punishments for the "foot soldiers" had been decided upon, their
leaders were lined up in front of the jury, with their hands tied securely
behind their backs. There was Vittoria the duchess -- perfectly bald, branded
in all her most intimate places and gilded from head to toe, who stood grimly
enduring the laughter from the audience at the sight of her coin-stamped
buttocks -- next to Isabel the high priestess -- pale and sobbing at the
humiliation of failing to cover up her shamefully exposed breasts, which had
been branded with the mark of her own fiendish instruments -- and finally
Ritsa the summoner -- who had somehow been extracted from within the fleshy
depths of her otherworldly tormentor (and who now bore a host of new tattooes
in some unrecognizable eldritch language).

A bit further away stood Mariana's five champions: Rowena the Black --
twisting and fidgeting from the still-lingering pain in her rectum -- next to
Leocadia the Purple -- stoically looking down into the ground -- next to
Helena the Green and Alexia the Blue -- both of them crying and hugging each
other with sisterly affection -- and finally Ophelia the White -- who had been
especially pelted with fruit, pebbles and eggs on the way up and finally had
found herself the victim of a well-aimed barrelful of tar, which had colored
her completely black from dripping braid to jiggling ass.

And in front of her eight goons stood the architect herself, the wicked
sorceress of the West, whose hair was in complete disarray, whose tears had
caused her eyeliner to fall in black streaks across her cheeks, and who was
looking morosely down into the dirt while an entire nation gawked at her still
crimson derriere.

"Villains of the West," the dragon boomed after conferring with the other
jurors, "your sentence will be as follows: like the rest of your peers, you
will remain in China for a full year before you will be allowed to return
home. During this time, all ten of you will serve as Fools of the Nation, a
full time employment that involves a variety of duties: serving as court
jesters, spending an allotted period of the day in the stocks, providing
living targets for the emperor's combat practice, as well as being subjected
to public spankings and humiliation on special occasions. The little free time
you will have left, as well as sleeping, will be spent in a dungeon. May this
punishment provide you with the time and impetus to repent for your wicked
deeds."

At these words, a chorus of applause passed through the Chinese audience,
sounding like the advance of a thousand swarms of angry wasps. The
villainesses squirmed and looked at each other with terror in their eyes.

"Oh, and I almost forgot," the dragon suddenly continued, "there is also the
matter of the portal to the... other realm. In connection with this matter,
there will be an extra punishment for Mariana and her five knights, starting
this afternoon."

The sorceress looked up, burrowing her horrified emerald gaze into the dragon.
The dragon, however, beat its wings a single time, and disappeared into thin
air, never having met her gaze in response.

***

The explanation was this: in order to seal the portal to the Otherworldly
Realm, one decoy was needed to distract the attention of the "guardians"
dwelling on the borders between worlds for exactly 24 hours, while five other
people were needed to seal the portal itself with their bodies (a process that
would take roughly the same amount of time). In addition, the decoy needed to
be a creature of some kind of "value", to make the otherworlders feel that she
would be worth so much of their time. Needless to say, the role of decoy fell
upon Mariana, and her knights would serve as living "seals".

"Know this, Easterners, that I have always had the utmost contempt for you,"
Mariana hissed as she was marched up to the portal, three spears aimed at her
still-red ass nudging her on, "and in this hour of my defeat, I curse you all.
Cursed be your bloodlines, cursed be your gods, and cursed be the earth of
this god-forsaken continent! No... cursed be this WORLD. It is not worthy of
me."

"Then allow me send you off to a world that might suit you better," Wei-Ling
said with a smile, and raised her rod of telekinesis. The next moment, an
invisible force picked the sorceress up by her ruby-red mane, swung her curvy
form around a few times, and threw her into the heart of the portal to the
other dimension. Immediately, there were stirrings in the black distance, as a
vast horde of unimaginable beings -- amorphous jellies, tentacled
monstrosities, and disembodied mouths with a hundred tongues -- set off in
pursuit of the shapely white figure that was quickly receding into the humid
darkness.

"Now!"

Nimbly waving her rod around, Wei-Ling flung the five knights around and
eventually managed to arrange them into a "lid" with which to cover the
portal; Rowena, Leocadia, Helena and Alexia forming a rough circle, and
Ophelia spread out into an X-shape blocking the middle. Shiori read the
necessary incantations, and soon a great swirl of energy began to accumulate
around the knights, fighting back the darkness from the other realm. As this
was happening, creatures from the other side were quickly gathering to examine
the shapely, fleshy disturbances in the fabric of their world -- one tendril
wrapped itself around Leocadia's bosom, two mouths appeared and began to chew
greedily on Alexia's perky nipples, a grotesque tongue the size of a python
began to sample the pleasures of Rowena's sweat-soaked black pubic mound and
helplessly exposed backside, a thick octopus tentacle began to crawl into
Helena's open mouth, and as for Ophelia, her utterly exposed position made her
the prey of just about everything in sight, including a flying mouth currently
feasting on her long golden braid, two pincers advancing menacingly upon her
thick, erect nipples, as well as three slimy tentacles, two of which were busy
pulling apart the blonde's firm ass cheeks while the third one plunged
hungrily into the depths of her long since-deflowered asshole.

"Well, I guess we've done our part," Shiori said cheerily, causing her friends
to laugh. "Let's head back home. The guards will take care of these naughty
ladies when they return from their sojourn in the horny beyond."

And head back they did, leaving the flustered portal-bearers to squirm against
their invisible fetters, while a hundred strange creatures explored their
every orifice at their unhurried leisure.

***

And so it came to pass that all six thousand invaders from the West remained
in China for a full year to serve out their respective punishments. As early
as the next week, the fields around the liberated town were once again alive
with workers -- only this time, instead of the harried, starved locals in
their tattered clothes, the workers were plump, curvy Caucasians wearing only
ludicrously small loincloths that left the better part of their ivory- colored
backsides perfectly exposed. All day long, the buxom foreigners toiled in the
scorching sunlight, while sentries patrolled behind them with long whips in
their hands, ready to discipline any idle white rump with a sharp, well-placed
rap. As the days wore on, it did not take long for the sun to transform the
workers' snow white complexions to a sizzled orange, and finally an oven-baked
brown. It soon became popular for locals to watch the big-bosomed Westerners
in their work, and a popular saying soon spread throughout the countryside:
"It used to be that we humans fed the cows -- now the cows work to feed us!"

At the Imperial Academy of War, the arrival of the captive special forces was
met with much interest. Finally, a useful battle strategy could be invented to
counter the unexpected aggression from the West! The various "specimens" were
weighed, measured and meticulously studied by anatomists -- one of whom later
wrote a very detailed treatise on the structural strengths and weaknesses of
the female Westerner's body -- before they were shipped off to the training
camp. There, intrepid soldiers spent every waking hour facing off against the
over- sized brutes, until finally the rudiments of a new battle discipline
began to appear. This discipline, called "Ghost Fu", emphasized extreme
agility and a number of techniques for wielding a heavier opponent's body
against her, and soon, it became clear that not even the battle-hardened
Amazons stood a chance against it. The win-to-lose ratio of Easterners against
their Western targets eventually reached close to 99%, with Chinese combatants
employing such techniques as the "Big Breast Knockout" -- invented by a
Chinese soldier who downed an attacking Amazon by striking her massive breasts
from below and pushing them up in her own face, knocking her down on her plump
butt -- or the "Cattle Disabler" -- invented when a novice managed to rope all
four of a Scandinavian shieldmaiden's limbs together while she was bending
forward, following which the buxom blonde fell flat on her face and remained
incapacitated in the same position, with her hefty Nordic rump imbecilically
jutting upwards -- or the "European Knot" -- through which a conquistadora was
tricked into trying to grab hold of a nimble Chinese girl who had disappeared
between her legs, whereupon the former had grabbed hold of the Westerner's
hand, and -- through a simple tug and some tying-up -- had tied the
unfortunate white woman's arms to her ankles, doubling her over with her head
peeking out between her knees and her hefty ass in the air.

Meanwhile, Isabel's priestesses quickly renounced their former religion after
the Tibetan battle monks subjected them to the hardest spankings that had ever
been doled out in the name of religious conversion. They then proceeded to
tour the continent in groups of three, stopping at every doorstep to reenact a
highly sacrilegous satire of their "former" faith, including a scene where the
Goddess herself -- portrayed as a raving buffoon -- was stripped naked and
kicked several times in the butt.

And of course, at the Imperial Palace, all the kings, queens and emperors of
the major Eastern nations gathered to witness the premiere performance of the
newly-written play "The Comedy of the War Between East and West", which was to
be performed three times a week for the duration of the entire year. In this
lavishly produced slapstick comedy, the nine principal villainesses of the
West played themselves as they were forced to relive their worst humiliations
in front of a laughing crowd. For each villainess, an extra event for the
audience to participate in was included -- for Rowena the Black, this was an
archery excercise with her unclad butt as the target (indeed, the pale-skinned
knight's backside had been painted like an archery target, with the innermost
circle -- the bullseye -- painted over her clearly exposed anus), for duchess
Vittoria each audience member was equipped with a mechanical stamp and offered
to apply it to any part of her tied-up body (certain parts were more riddled
with marks than others), for Ophelia it was a parodic response to her
much-ridiculed exaltation of the Western woman's virtues in which each
audience member included a denigrating verse about the Western woman's body
before administering a humiliation of choice to the spread-eagled blonde (the
favorite target? her famously "big" ass). But above all, the audience loved
the grand finale, during whch each audience member was given a cheap replica
of Jade Destiny and could stand in line to administer a well-deserved spanking
to the woman who started it all: the notorious crimson- haired Witch of the
West. Of course, no quarter was given, and each night before the curtain
closed, Mariana's succulent fanny would be ablaze with the imprints of a
thousand angry blades, following which she would be promptly marched down into
her cell for another night sleeping on her stomach.

Finally, the long year came to a close, and -- as per the verdict of the trial
-- the time had come for the Westerners to return home. However, since the
desire for revenge among the victims of Mariana's oppressive regime had still
not quite been sated, a "parting gift" had been prepared for each and every
one of them. The six thousand combatants were marched out into a field, where
they were stripped naked, tied up and arranged with their bottoms pointing
upwards. Using an obscure spell from Mariana's archive called "Eris' Infinite
Duplication", Wei-Ling then proceeded to deliver a final spanking to the
sorceress, which was duplicated six thousand times so that every single bum in
the vast sea of helpless Caucasian asses received the same treatment. A
hundred swats -- tanning the upturned arses of the whole gallery of invaders,
from the frosty white tushes of the Norsewomen to the copper-colored tails of
the conquistadoras, from the proud, luxurious buns of the Amazons to the pert,
virginal bottoms of Isabel's priestesses, from the tattoo-covered glutes of
Ritsa the summoner to the jiggling, heart-shaped derriere of Mariana herself.
The final swat sealed an inscription upon every villainous backside in
permanent magical writing. It said:

"In commemoration of the day when six thousand proud invaders from the West
were defeated at the hands of three brave swordswomen, the year of penance
that followed, and their humiliating march back home.

Let it henceforth be known to all that this woman was one of the honorless
cowards who launched the inglorious invasion, and that she has since been
punished for her crimes."

***

A month later, a troop of one thousand reinforcements from Europe had just set
out for Asia, commanded by the haughty young queen-regent of a major European
queendom -- a nubile young blonde riding side-saddle in her utterly
impractical lavender gown -- when they were struck dumb by an utterly
perplexing sight:

Hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of naked women were crawling across a nearby
field on all fours with the kind of paper tags normally seen on cows tied
around their necks. Other women had been tied to the backs of donkeys or
goats, and were groaning and sobbing from the pain of days after days riding
without a saddle. But the strangeness of these sights paled in comparison to
what came next: a massive wooden banner raised up on three separate poles --
requiring no fewer than six carriers -- upon which a number of women (all of
whom were instantly recognized by the queen's speechless soldiers) were
imaginatively attached. On the top of the banner, Sif the shieldmaiden and
Callipygia the Amazon hung suspended by their arms and legs on each side of
the proudly flying flags of China, Japan and the Mongol Khanate. Instantly
below, four of the West's most prized knights -- Rowena the Black, Alexia the
Blue, Helena the Green and Leocadia the Purple -- hung suspended in wedgies
from a horizontal mast, all four of them sobbing like children. On the bottom
of the banner, Isabel the high priestess and Vittoria the duchess were
dangling upside down, and their faces were brown after weeks of staring into
the dust and dirt torn up by the six thousand feet. On the bottom of the
center pole, Ophelia the White (minus her signature braid!) had been tied-up
so that her front was facing outwards, and a shocked murmur passed through the
crowd when they saw that the knight's erect, pink nipples and exposed snatch
had been refitted with marking rings for a cow. Finally, and most
conspicuously, the sorceress Mariana LeFoy was located in the center of the
banner, tied up with her arms and legs spread out wide and her back facing
outwards, where everyone could see the broken-off top of her black wand
peeking out of her stretched-out anal cavity.

"N-no, stay together...! Everyone stay together!" the queen-regent commanded
feebly, but her troops were already scattering like flies around her. Even her
horse seemed to be sensing the suicidal quality of the mission it had been
unwillingly dragged into, since it began to jump around like mad, which
eventually resulted in the queen-regent being thrown ignominiously out of her
saddle like a rookie cowgirl, to a painful landing on her pampered royal butt.
To make matters even worse, standing up caused her gown to catch stuck on a
branch, so that by the time she was back on her feet her clothes had been
ripped clean off her body -- leaving the spoiled monarch completely naked
except for her tiny silk bloomers, which were too small to contain her
sizeable royal derriere anyway. Screaming and bawling with embarrassment, the
queen-regent dropped the fragile pretense that had launched her half-hearted
expedition to begin with and began to run in the direction of her fleeing
army, one hand covering her plump breasts and another rubbing her sore rear
end, all the while pleading for her subjects to come back and rescue her.

***

Wei-Ling, Shiori and Nerg?i met for a last time in front of the newly
inaugurated Memorial to the Three Swords -- a single-room chamber containing
the principal artifacts from the glorious victory: the valkyrie sword and
shield, containing the cunningly entrapped spirits of the fourteen valkyries
from Valhalla, the broken hilt and shards of the dread Feycalibur, Ophelia's
severed blond braid, Callipygia's chainmail thong, the magical container that
Mariana's genie had been entrapped in (Wei-Ling had since released the magical
creature as a reward for his help), as well as the magical items that Wei-Ling
had received from the dragon, and which the trio had used to repel the
supernatural forces that had threatened to tear the whole physical universe
asunder.

Their meeting was not without a twinge of melancholy, but with characteristic
Eastern discipline, the three exchanged simply bows and went separate ways.
The legend does not tell of their continued strivings, but it was rumoured
that all three of the warriors lived out their lives in still seclusion and
happiness.

***

Far to the West, the remaining nine sorceresses of the Misty Isles had
gathered in a shadowy meadow to debate the recent happenings in the East. The
complete and utter humiliation of the most powerful of their kin had left its
mark on the sisterhood, and there were many frowns on the faces in attendance.

A ravishing raven-haired maid stepped forth, silencing the murmurs around.
Sibylla of the Black Marshes was her name, and her powers were rumoured to be
nearly equal to those of Mariana LeFoy, with whom she had had a long-simmering
rivalry. The sorceress walked in a circle around the bonfire that had been lit
in the center of the dark meadow, burrowing her cold eyes into each of her
sisters while the flames illuminated the strange, mystical silver patterns on
her form-fitting sapphire-colored gown, which clung tight to her round
breasts, broad hips and well-delineated, attractive rear.

"Sisters," Sibylla spoke in her sultry, commanding voice, "you all know why we
have gathered here. Sister Mariana, who was thought to be the most brilliant
of us, has embarrassed our mighty order in front of the eyes of the whole
world."

"Sister Mariana was weak," another sorceress -- a seductive, silver-haired
conjuress by the name of Belladonna Thornwood -- said, shaking her head. "She
consorted with powerful demons and acquired knowledge of secrets that could
destroy the whole world, and yet she couldn't defend herself against three
mere swordswomen."

"You are wrong, Sister Belladonna," Sibylla replied. "Her mistake was not that
she was weak. Her mistake was that she did not anticipate that the East had
allied itself with an even more powerful entity: a dragon."

"No one could have anticipated that," a slender sorceress in a plain white
gown named Astra the Skywatcher, replied gloomily.

"That is true. But what *WE* can do is learn from Sister Mariana's mistakes,"
Sibylla continued with a wicked smile.

"What exactly are you proposing?" asked Belladonna.

"Only this: Since we know that our enemies have friends in high places -- VERY
high places indeed," the sorceress rolled her eyes heavenwards, "why not
attack on both fronts? Let us... ahem... divert the attention of that pesky
dragon in his heavenly realm while our terrestrial forces make short work of
the Easterners down on Earth..."

"And how do you suggest we do that?"

Sibylla smiled a secretive smile, and then produced a dusty old tome out of
nowhere. It was a sinister-looking black book indeed, thick enough to cover
all of human history ten times over and bearing the forbidding title of
"DEMONOLOGY".

"Once we attract the interest of a powerful lord of the Abyss, we can ambush
the dragon in his course between heaven and earth, just when he suspects it
the least..."

"AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT I WON'T BE SUSPECTING IT THE MOST?" a deafening
voice boomed across the vale, sending a swarm of ravens darting from the
treetops in cawing alarm.

"Wh-what? How... how is this possible?" Sibylla asked, trying to locate the
source of the voice.

"I HAVE HAD MY EYES ON YOU OBNOXIOUS LITTLE TROUBLEMAKERS EVER SINCE YOU WERE
BORN. I FOLLOW YOUR EVERY MOVE. I HEAR YOUR EVERY WORD. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME --
I HEARD YOU WERE PLANNING A LITTLE *AMBUSH*..."

"W-W-Well..."

"IT WAS A DECENT IDEA AND IT AMUSED ME GREATLY. STILL, ALLOW ME TO "DIVERT"
YOUR PLANS BEFORE YOU CREATE AS MUCH UNNECESSARY TROUBLE AS YOUR ARROGANT
SISTER DID."

Suddenly, a burst of wind flooded the clearing, extinguishing the bonfire and
sending every sorceress's gown flying up in her incredulous face. Sibylla
raised her hands to begin an incantation, but the powerful wind instantly
drowned out her voice, and the elevation of her arms only caused her gown to
flutter upwards even higher, giving the whole assembly an unobstructed view of
her lush, ebony- colored bush.

Eventually, the steadily rising wind turned into a whirlwind, which picked up
the nine sorceresses and sucked them spinning and screaming up into the air.
The tornado grew in size, flinging the bawling witches around and around, and
depriving them of their clothing article by article until all nine of them
were as naked as the day they were born, and finally set off in the direction
of a nearby murky swamp, tearing up trees, shrubs, forest animals and
will-o'-the- wisps in its violent path. The storm was now a merry-go-round of
assorted debris of the Misty Isles: witches, gowns, pine trees, toadstools,
toads, ravens, salamanders, owls, fairies, mandrakes and leprechauns collided
with each other in the howling rush -- in the midst of which a thick, blunt
mandrake entered the cleft of howling Sibylla's upturned, alabaster tush and
lodged itself snugly inside her tight, puckering butthole -- before the
whirlwind ceased abruptly over the center of the swamp, sending its cargo
raining down over the stinking moors.

"That should do... for now," the dragon said to himself, just before releasing
a stream of fire that incinerated the wretched book of demonology, in less
than a second reducing it to a tiny pile of ashes. Beating his mighty wings,
the dragon proceeded to take off and fly spiraling into the moon, reflecting
with much amusement on the folly of mortals and their fortunate irrelevance
within the grand design.

THE END

POSTSCRIPT

Reading The Tale of the Three Swords in the capacity of a historian prompts
many questions, and provides very few answers. The few clues that the text
offers would appear to locate the Misty Isles somewhere in the vicinity of
Ireland, but there is little to suggest that this region of Europe was ruled
by an infamous, politically influential covenant of sorceresses. Therefore, we
must look for the islands (indeed, if they still exist) even further to the
West. Then there is the matter of Isabel's faith, of which there is no mention
in any Western history of religion -- it is almost as if it disappeared
without a trace at some later point in time. Finally, there is the matter of
the Otherworldly Realm, of which nothing is recorded in any text of any
origin, yet -- if this tale is to be accepted as true -- must have left a long
trail of evidence in the form of Ritsa's summoned "abomination", who, given
its mysterious absence in the epilogue, we must assume remained in our world
after the war!

However, it is safe to say that the discovery of this essential link in the
history of communication between East and West has made the current age a much
more interesting time to be a historian, and I for one welcome the myriad
mysteries that will keep us busy for a long, long time to come.

Or, at the very least, until we find the next part of what evidence
increasingly suggests was meant to be an epic cycle.

Professor Ba Liang, Beijing University