"Those heathenish words will be your last," another voice uttered nearby. Luzia, the Grand Inquisitor, soon came marching in through a side entrance, pursued by the remaining group of Isabel's priestesses.
Shiroi and Nergui looked in the direction that the priestess was pointing. There, through a stone wall filled with circular holes, they glimpsed a small chamber doused in eerie, green light. More fleeting glimpses -- this time of a nubile female form whirling around in ecstatic dance, with translucent veils and her long blond hair billowing all around her: the mysterious Celeste.
"Foolish infidels!" Isabel thundered. "There is but one goddess, and you will soon know her power firsthand. Our most sacred oracle has just begun the process of establishing a portal to her divine realm. Then the East shall *truly* come to know the meaning of divine mandate!"
A great mural depicting the Goddess, imperiously seated on her cloud throne and surrounded by her court of blond female angels, dominated the room. Marble friezes showing the stern faces of the four prophetesses were located all around the room, creating the effect of ubiquitous divine surveillance.
Their first visual impression was one of excruciating brightness. The diverse rainbow colors of Chinese buddhism had been completely eradicated and replaced with the whites and golds of Isabel's totalitarian religion.
"So, the Eastern vermin persist in rebelling against divinely mandated authority," Isabel's voice echoed across the room
In the center of the conflict, Shiori and Nergui fought back to back, headbutting and round- house kicking guards left and right
"Sorry, sugartits, you had your chance," Nergui said. "I wouldn't trust your word for all the gold in France, or whatever country you're from." "That's right. You'd better start steeling that white clit of yours, because your treacherous snatch is going to be PRETTY sore by sunset."
The curvy bad girl disappeared among the branches, but mid-ascent her panties caught stuck on a sharp branch, sending her snapping back like a rubber band.
"OOHH!!! I-I'm SORRY!! If you -- OOWW!! -- let me down, I-I-I can show you wh-where lady M-Mariana resides -- AAAHH!! -- p-p-pleeeeeease!!!"
Suspecting what was happening, Shiori dropped to the ground and plunged both feet into her prisoner's stomach, stopping her mid-attack.
Shiori placed her hand over her eyes and gazed at the town outline. The dark, ominous outline of the pagoda towered over the sleepy little town. Indeed, there was much malevolence in the air here.
"There it is," captain Broussard declared glumly, pointing into the distance. She was still naked except for her dainty little undershorts.
Wei-Ling stripped off her clothes and equipment and stood naked on the shore for a moment, imbibing the fresh forest air around her, before making her graceful dive into the glittering lagoon.
and deliver a single, well-aimed spank across the priestess' towel-covered rear end before flying off out of reach. "OUCHH!! Well, I *never*..." the priestess murmured in an injured tone, massaging her stinging bottom.
"Friends," the sorceress said, raising her goblet, "let us take a moment to drink to the resounding success of our Eastern expedition. As soon as the signal arrives from our spies, we will march upon the Dragon Throne. Our victory will be guaranteed, and will mark the first time in history that the so-called "empire" of China is placed under Western rule.
With a wave of her hand, she caused the priestess' holy book to float up into the air, close itself shut
"Hey, holy-buns," Ophelia grumbled, "that's a really boring book you've got there. How about reading from "Tales and Exploits of Western Knights, Vol. XVI instead? Specifically the last chapter, which is about someone you'll recognize."
"My lady! I am shocked to hear you express such ungodly ambivalence! Do you not know that whosoever spreads the faith of the Goddess, whether by book or by sword, is always on the side of justice, even when she does wrong?"
"The holy Miranda also writes: 'And the Goddess shall descend with her army and fight her eternal enemy from the netherworld, and the battleground shall be the remnants of what was formerly known as the empire of the rising sun-"
"Sounds like my kind of philosophy!" the duchess chuckled, sipping a cup of expensive Milanese wine. "We should talk more often, priestess."
"now that the East is about to be trampled into the dust for centuries to come, I hope you will honor your promise to make me Empress of Japan and the Seas Beyond?"
" 'Divine justice', eh?" Mariana asked incredulously. "I am uncertain whether to be afraid or relieved. We are, after all, the aggressors."
"Hark this, my sisters," said Isabel, the high priestess, who was lying on her stomach and reading from a dusty, black tome decorated with the symbol of her goddess. "Our victory in the East has been prophesized by the holy prophetess Miranda, seven hundred years ago"
"When the Dragon Throne is mine," the sorceress said, raising her goblet of wine, "I shall level the second biggest city in the East and turn it into a wine plantation, so that my successors shall never have to go without this splendid Western beverage."
"It will be for nothing," the duchess Vittoria purred. "The Eastern climate is sickly and wet -- as degenerate as its people. The wine would be undrinkable."
"Look how baffled she looks, finding her big, fat butt split by a great hunk of steel. That ought to temper her pride a bit after a millennium or two."
"Well, well, this is just getting better and better," Shiroi mumbled, attaching the shield to her arm. "I'm happy that those big-assed bitches could be put to some good use after all! But what does that leave you with?"
Wei-Ling stopped. It was true -- one thing had slipped her mind, and it was something that could not be put off any longer.
"Swear that you will take us to your mistress!" Nergui bellowed. "Or else I will take those big, fat puddings of yours and serve them up for dessert!"
before she was unceremoniously dumped on the ground, red-faced, sobbing and in the process of extracting her skimpy little panties from the deepest recesses of her swollen snatch and quickly reddening ass.
"OOUUIIILLLEEEE!!! ARRÉTEZ!! ARRÉTEZ!!" the brunette screamed, but Nergui continued to swing her around for a good minute
"Aìe!! Mes choses intimes!" the captain wailed, as the Mongolian lifted her off her feet and began to swing her around by her panties, like a great human flail.
causing the already too-small panties to shoot straight up into the brunette's bulging vagina, and saw away at her tight butt crack like a string of dental floss
"Never! I will not betray my mistress, for she is the true Emperor of the combined empires of East and West, and ruler of the Known World!"