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.
"No fair!" Nergui wailed. "I'm not gonna let those latecomers beat us to the last floor, not when we've done all the hard work anyway!"
The remaining Western soldiers were outnumbered by an absurd margin, and everywhere you looked, the curvy guards were either being pounded black and blue or else rounded up, stripped naked and humiliated by a motley mix of vengeful villagers and amused imperial soldiers.
Outside, the combatants were in an uproar, and for good reason: the imperial Chinese army had finally arrived in full force.
"Well, I'll be damned," the Japanese woman suddenly ejaculated. "Looks like the cavalry has arrived at last."
just before slashing Vittoria's machine into splinters with a well-placed swing of the valkyrie sword.
which couldn't hold her weight and spilled her tits-first onto the floor with a loud SPLAT! "Unnggghhhhh," the duchess moaned, just before passing out.
"Well, she's positively glittering," Nergui said, nudging the duchess' gilded, branded bum with her toe. "How much do you think she's worth at this point?
Finally, she was briefly dumped into the oven (here, Shiori had mercifully dialed down the temperature), where a rush of scorching heat sealed the gold paint to her skin, before she was unceremoniously dumped into the empty coin bucket
"MMPPGGHHH!!" The gilding came next, leaving every curve of the villainess' naked body doused in sticky gold paint.
Here, the duchess unwisely rolled over on her stomach to nurse her aching privates, offering up a prime target for the last two stamps... *CLANK- CLANK!* "EEEKKK!!" Finally, two identical imprints appeared on the center of each of the duchess' quivering buttocks, neatly cattle-branding the bad girl's pampered ass with her own face, philosophy and insignia.
Vittoria's own face lay superimposed over the flattened nipples, and the text circled her areolas like hungry snakes. *CLANK!* "UUUNNGGHH!!" This time, the stamp fell on her sweet, perfectly smooth snatch, imprinting that as well with the romoli insignia.
Once the villainess had been sufficiently sandpapered from neck to toe, she found herself rolling toward the coin-stamps, whose every drop seemed to be accompanied by a noise as from a thunderclap. Vittoria swallowed, and looked down at her unprotected breasts, which would soon be under the implacable machine.
And so her punishment was settled. The duchess' hands and legs were tied up with the two halves of her torn-up veil, and she was promptly dumped on the conveyor belt leading into the whirring and clicking darkness of her own machine.
"Let me g- UMMPPBBLLGGHH!!" First, the duchess was dumped and thoroughly soaked in the water-bath, following which the rapidly spinning towels began to dry off every inch of her protesting body -- in fact, her body was so painstakingly polished that it actually began to gleam, causing light reflexes to flash across her still-jiggling tits and shapely tush.
"Actually, Shiori, I've got a better idea," Nergui said, pointing in the direction of the huge machine, which was still running.
"w-wait, what?" Shiori sat down in a chair and promptly draped the duchess over her knee, pushing her knee into her crotch so that Vittoria's curvy alabaster buns were pushed upwards and stretched out to their best advantage.
"Oh, I see, you are going to spank me... Well, fair enough, I have been a naughty woman, and it is high time I get treated to my just desserts! I'm a bad, bad girl, and my sweet, privileged bottom needs a good tanning! Spank me well and hard! But after that, let us sit down and talk-"
Here, Shiori placed her hands around the duchess' waist and hoisted her up into the air. "That's a good sign! Let's go to my bedroom! I'll give you pleasure like no woman has ever-"
"But I'm *not* like the rest of them, in fact I am very skilled in the arts of love! I-I see you are interested in my body?"
"Look at that. All that fancy get-up, and she looks just like the rest of them underneath," Nergui scoffed.
"I am now *completely* in your power... at your disposal... just let us talk this thr- oh, these too? Very well!" The panties were slid down, revealing the small jet-black triangle of hair between her thighs.
"That perfume you smell on my bosom is worth a whole cartload of gold, could I interest you in that? No -- fine, fine, forget it!" The gown fell to the floor, leaving the duchess only in a pair of gold-trimmed French-cut satin panties.
"Ehh, I see... hold on, hold on, I'll go along with that... Look -- I'm co- operating!" the haughty duchess stammered, as she began to hastily undress. "You see, we Italians have always been a very... *reasonable* people. Dip- lomacy is our forte, you might say..." Here she gently undid her gown, sliding it down to her waist and exposing her round, caramel-nippled breasts.
"Now, ladies, let us talk things through for a moment," the Venetian noble- woman began, nervously fingering her necklace. "As you may know, I am per- haps the wealthiest person in all of Europe. Let me illuminate your options at this point: you could either, ahem, *dispatch* of me in the same manner that you did me bodyguards... I can see in your eyes that you're considering this option... OR... you can make use of my unimaginable wealth and contacts all throughout the civilized world..."
"I hope there's no animosity between siblings here, because you three sisters are going to be sharing a very small compartment for some time now," Shiori chuckled, and delivered a final swat to Martina's pasty white tush -- "MMPPHH!"
and Martina piled on top of the other two, lying face down so that her nose was squeezed flat against the coin stopping up Gretchen's tight anus.
Nergui then opened the lid of the chest, and Shiori forced the thoroughly dominated mercenaries inside with spanks and pinches.
"Damn, those white buttholes are STRETCHY!" Shiori chuckled, running her finger along the rim of Carlotta's and Gretchen's stretched-out assholes, and delighting in their shocked yelps.
"AIIEE!!" "OOOHHH!!" "NNNOOOO!!" Working in tandem, the Easterners plopped a total of four coins into each winking white rump-hole, and made sure to insert the last one like a cap, with the duchess' face peeking out -- corking each anus like a bottle of wine, and stretching the walls of each cavity to accommodate the full width of the coin.
corking each anus like a bottle of wine, and stretching the walls of each cavity to accommodate the full width of the coin.
With nudges and pricks, the ravished Westerners were now forced to bend over until their hands touched the ground, an action that forced their round rumps to bob up like ripe white fruits uncovered by the brushing away of a branch.
"AIIEE!!" "OOOHHH!!" "NNNOOOO!!" Working in tandem, the Easterners plopped a total of four coins into each winking white rump-hole, and made sure to insert the last one like a cap, with the duchess' face peeking out -- corking each anus like a bottle of wine, and stretching the walls of each cavity to accommodate the full width of the coin.