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One half of her panties stuck out of her mouth, the sight rather resembling that of a dog fetching the newspaper

"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, floss

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.

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.

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.

"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.

"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!"

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.

"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

"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 Nergui'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. F

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."

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

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.

Thus, when the villainess went flying back, she was promptly deprived of her signature white dress mid-air

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.

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.

"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!"

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

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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

"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!"

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

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"

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

"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.

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

"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'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."

Wei-Ling gasped and rolled over on her side. She looked at the approaching knight between half-closed eyelids.

"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

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.

"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."

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

"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 disheveled 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 o

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.

The force of the blow sent Nergui flying through the air and colliding with a wall ten feet away.

Her hand flew to her hip. Feycalibur flashed through the air like a purple thunderbolt.

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

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

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.

"You've got a big mouth, like everything else on you," Nergui 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!"

"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

"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."