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spurred on by the sizzling pain in her jiggling, deservingly punished rump.

before breaking away and fleeing off into the distance

"AAAOOOHHHHHH!!!" the inquisitor screamed and flew into the arms of her high priestess, so that Isabel's face was momentarily smothered by her creamy white boobs

The symbol of the goddess seared itself into each of the ivory white globes of the torturer's round buttocks.

"No excuses, Luzia, you have sinned and need to be purified," the Mongol growled, after which she promptly thrust the branding rod up against the villainous inquisitor's upturned ass.

"AAIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!" Isabel wailed and fell flat on her butt, legs akimbo. Her faithful inquisitor immediately dropped down on all fours in front of her mistress, touching the floor with her forehead in supplication.

"Lady Isabel, I-I-I did not... it w-was... I was tr-trying to--!!" Meanwhile, Nergui had picked up Luzia's still smoking branding rod, and spied a most tempting object for its use. Enraged, she thought about how many villagers had no doubt been subjected to the use of this instrument -- it would only be fair game to wield the inquisitor's own materials against her.

Thinking on her feet, Shiori stepped gracefully aside, allowing the frenzied inquisitor to charge forth with the branding rod held up high, only to dis- cover -- with a shriek of panic -- that she was headed for a target that she most definitely did not have in mind.

Isabel dropped her knife and stood with her arms feebly held up, involuntarily exposing her rosy-nippled white breasts to the attacker. Each tip of the heated instrument burrowed into the exact center of a milky breast, branding the evil priestess's sweet, untouched bust with the oppressive symbols of her own tyrannical goddess.

After heating the instrument in a nearby torch until both tips were glowing hot red, Luzia approached the Easterner from behind, moving silently as a shadow.

Isabel was back up on her feet and trying to ward off Shiori's sword with her puny dagger, when the Japanese warrior was alerted by her friend's cry: "Watch your back!"

While this was happening, Luzia the inquisitor had been freed from her crotch- rending wedgie when her panties just couldn't hold her weight anymore and burst to shreds -- sending her plummeting to a bone-crunching ass-first landing on the stone floor.

After assuring herself that her bottom was still there, the sadistic inquisitor had stumbled upon her most fiendish instrument on the floor: the two-pronged flesh-branding rod used to imprint heathens' bodies with the symbol of the goddess.

Isabel went flying like a missile and landed with an echoing SPLAT! on her naked boobs. The landing caused her rear end to arch upwards and remain in that position -- like a penitent offering to her goddess -- and everyone could see that Shiori's kick had forced her golden-trimmed panties so far up her tight white booty that they were more or less invisible, save for a tiny golden gleam peeking out of her half-exposed pussy.

"I think the goddess is the least of your problems now, girl," Shiori chuckled, and delivered a blistering kick to the wicked priestess's unprotected backside. The tip of her shoe cleaved the holy woman's rear end and jammed itself force- fully into her crack, striking her tailbone with an resounding THWUMP!

"Oh goddess, do not punish me too harshly for this!" the priestess cried, turning her face toward the mural on the wall.

she was standing alone on the floor, undressed down to the tight, golden-trimmed panties that encased her untouched womanhood and pert, compact buns. A silence fell over the room, as everyone's gazes fell upon the "forbidden" graces of the mortified high priestess, who had placed one arm over her pyramid-shaped ivory breasts, and another in front of her crotch, and resembled a shy, bathing maiden ambushed by a crowd of leering peeping toms.

"Going anywhere, your holiness?" a voice sneered nearby. Isabel leaped in fright and began to run for cover, but a foot had lowered itself onto the hem of her robe

Isabel surveyed the fight with growing alarm. Her priestesses were being dispatched of as if on a conveyor belt, and the Pendragon herself had been reduced to a sniveling little girl! Something had to be done. Looking around, her eyes fell on a golden ceremonial dagger, which had been left on the altar.

When the paladin finally collapsed from exhaustion, Nergui sat off, took out the valkyrie shield, raised up the heaving paladin's rear end, separated her legs, took careful aim, and -- CLLUUUNNKKKK!!! -- rammed the valkyrie-shaped gold rim far up into the brunette's bulging, round snatch. The blow sent large gobs of sweat and even some traces of unidentified white liquid flying in every direction, and immediately sent the paladin plummeting to the floor, unconscious.

It was hard to imagine a more ignominious position for the proud holy warrior to find herself in, and yet she found it impossible to respond with anything other than sobs and mewling noises.

The pacified paladin was propelled forward with hard smacks on her bodacious rear from the blade of her own sword.

Meanwhile, Nergui had stripped the Pendragon down to her frilly white panties, forced her down on all fours, and was riding on her back like a rodeo rider.

"AAAOOOHHHH!!" -- following which she was left dangling in a ferocious wedgie at a sufficient elevation that each of her priestesses, if they were inclined to look, would be treated to an eyeful of her gaping wide vagina, lips parted to accommodate the string of her spelunking panties.

When she felt done with her prey, Shiori took careful aim, and then lashed her sword forward, causing the sore-cooched inquisitor to fly haplessly through the air and end up snagging her underwear on a gargoyle's head

drawing an "OOHH!!" from the sensation of cold metal against warm buns

"Actually, I've got better plans for you," Shiroi answered. She slid the blade of the valkyrie sword into the shivering inquisitor's tight panties so that the flat side of the steel was resting against the Caucasian woman's ample buttocks

the Westerner was left wearing only a pair of tiny, ill-fitting panties (even they seemed to be scared -- they had already retreated halfway up the inquisitor's curvy white rump).

"P-P-Please don't hurt me," the grand inquisitor moaned pathetically.

and proceeded to slowly shred the inquisitor's nun's dress into the tiniest possible strips, first transforming the skirt into a miniskirt, then refashioning the top part of the garment into a bra. All the while, Luzia twisted and squirmed uncomfortably in her place, swallowing at each part of her snow white body brought into light.

"I've been waiting to do this from the moment you came in through that door," Shiroi said

When the inquisitor turned back toward her foe, she found herself staring straight into the tip of Shiori's sword. The inquisitor's eyes widened in panic and she began to hyperventilate.

"Hold your positions!" Luzia cried, pointing her sword forward. "This changes nothing! The valkyries were a heathen pantheon anyway! Our goddess is probably smiling at their defeat! Stay in po-"

The KO'ed priestesses fell in a neat pile, one falling flat on her boobs and the other landing with her nose lovingly buried in the crack of her sister's vanilla-colored tush.

"Come at us then, you slaves of a greedy, oppressive goddess," Shiori roared. "Even if your deity herself came down from her divine realm, you would not stand a chance. Know that the last time a goddess crossed our paths, we gave her a spanking on her bare ass and turned her into a trophy!"

When the Pendragon's face had been sufficiently abused, Nergui moved her attention to her chest -- punching those round, perky mammaries left and right and enjoying the feeble yelps from her utterly outmatched opponent.

The first two priestesses to step forward quickly found their clothing and undergarments reduced to tiny strips.

So now they do it

"And that's why you never bring a coat of armour to a fistfight with a Mongol!" Nergui spat, and proceeded to land punches in the holy warrior's face, reddening her pearly white cheeks with each blow and drawing fountains of spittle in the process.

The blow left the brown-haired giant reeling long enough for Nergui to grab hold of the Caucasian's breastplate and tear it straight off her chest -- revealing only a small linen vest underneath -- attach it to her forearm like a shield, and finally ram it back into its owner's chest, dragon-adorned outside first.

The Pendragon made the first move.

The armoured Westerner attacked again, twirling the "Goddess' Judgment" around her like a baton, but the Mongol coolly dodged each blow, and retaliated by landing a punch squarely in the holy warrior's face.

"And I, for one, have never had any patience with theatrics," Nergui replied, as she placed an arrow on her bow and promptly let it fly.

The projectile bounced off three friezes and eventually struck a chandelier, precariously located above the heads of the priestesses. Gravity did its part, and a moment later, the chandelier lay shattered in the middle of the room, with three pairs of curvy legs sticking out from underneath it.

"A third dramatic entrance? I refuse to believe that you guys didn't coordinate this," Shiroi muttered.

"But this time, you won't be the only one doing it," another voice thundered from further away. An armoured figure stepped through a second side entrance and continued walking up to the center of the room with slow, heavy steps. The head of a golden dragon blazed in the candlelight, as did the gold hilt of a massive greatsword. The Pendragon had arrived.

"For a priestess of ANY religion, you really seem to be one sadistic bitch," Nergui muttered.

"There is no pleasure like that of torturing a particularly obstinate infidel into a confession," the inquisitor replied, grinning maniacally. "And since it is necessary work, I take pride in being the one to do it."

"Now, what fresh devilry is this?" Shiroi asked, spitting on the floor.

"No one expects the Grand Inquisition!" the inquisitor cackled, raising her sword above her head. "Before we kill you, we will convert you, so that you will depart this realm of life leaving nothing behind -- least of all a martyr's legacy!"