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"I was kind of hoping you would say that," Nergui said with a smile. She promptly grabbed the waistband of the French officer's undergarments and gave them a good tug

"Well, you have a new assignment now: Bring our *live* bodies back to your mistress, so we can kick her butt," Shiori replied

"I have been tasked with bringing your dead bodies back to by mistress," captain Broussard said, doing her best to remain stoic. "And I intend to carry out that assignment."

"Watch out for leeches!" Wei-Ling cried, her voice echoing down through the ravine to the writhing mass of bodies in the greenish sludge.

"Look what we've got here," Nergui suddenly said, having materialized behind the captain. "A tight-assed one, from the look of it."

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penetrating her dainty little hole

Wei-Ling delivered the coup de grace by pricking the buxom Westerner squarely in her alabaster rump,

Eventually, there was only one Westerner left -- a pale, dark-haired beauty with amber-colored eyes -- who stood balancing on the tip of her toes looking down into the sludge that enveloped her com- rades.

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The Asians inched forward with their spears, each step sending a couple of archers falling off the cliff.

Further away, the remains of her unit were standing at the edge of a small rocky outcrop, shivering and wailing while trying their best not to fall down.

the remains of her unit were standing at the edge of a small rocky outcrop, shivering and wailing while trying their best not to fall down.

captain Broussard saw with terror that their wielders were none other than the three Eastern swordwomen whose corpses she had been tasked with bringing back!

"That's it -- I'm not having any of this!" she cried out, and turned to make a run for it.

She was now left only in a pair of small yellow undershorts, that clung so tightly to her body that they exposed every line of her nether regions -- back as well as front.

A third arrow appeared, severing the buckle of her belt and causing her riding pants to plummet to her ankles.

. The captain looked down at her pale, freckled breasts and cupped her hands around them. All right, she thought, this was getting a bit embarrassing.

Captain Broussard touched her chestnut locks -- losing a helmet was not the end of the world, after all.

and secondly the message that was scrawled in big black letters across her chalk-white back and buttocks: "GUESS WHO?"

As the wind turned the bound and gagged woman around, captain Broussard first became aware of the woman's identity -- Lady Sif of the Nordic shieldmaidens

There, she was met by the unexpected sight of a curvaceous blond woman, completely naked, hanging upside down from a tree by her tied-up ankles.

Lady Luzia, a notoriously ruthless inquisitor, proceeded over the "conversions" that regularly took place in the town. Like Isabel she was black-haired and bronze-skinned, and her standard uniform was a rather revealing nun's uniform consisting of a gold-embroidered black headpiece and a matching thigh-length dress. In the canyon between her round, pushed-up breasts hung the golden symbol of Isabel's goddess.

Finally, there was a woman known only as the Pendragon. This powerfully-built, chestnut-haired specimen was the head paladin of Isabel's order, and had been tasked with quelling all resistance to the new religion by force.

A more enigmatic presence was Celeste -- a willowy, blond teenage girl who was being kept in an inner sanctum, from which she was said to speak directly to the Goddess.

Once word of Lady Isabel's success began to reach the ears of her order in the West, they soon showed their approval by dispatching reinforcements. Within short, a number of new, sinister faces had appeared on the scene

Immediately after annexing the town, she had converted the local pagoda into a provisional palace. And from that day on, the top floor of the venerable pagoda had been illuminated by the strangest, most ghastly visual phenomena -- all of them no doubt stemming from the wicked sorceress's profane experiments.

"My lady, you cannot be serious!" Ophelia said brashly. "The time for caution is past. Victory is ours, and we shall soon claim the spoils!"

"Truly, it seems that fortune has smiled upon us after all," she said, holding her head up high, "but to make completely sure, I shall send out a squadron of my best markswomen to locate the corpses of the three Eastern warriors who held out for so long."

"Rejoice! The Goddess smiles upon our quest again!" Lady Isabel twittered, her eyes glowing with religious fervour.

The captain of the archers, a strict-looking, tall brunette with cold blue eyes, saluted her leader in French, and immediately set off to prepare her unit for departure. Unlike the other archers, captain Broussard wore a golden, spiked helmet, a shorter tunic that ended halfway down her thighs, as well as a pair of very tight brown riding pants that showcased every line and curve of her round bottom.

However, it was also the time to do something else.

bent her over her knee and proceeded to spank her pert white ass purple.

Without wasting a second, she turned to the Scandinavian priestess, tore her clothing from her curvy body

A trumpet blast echoed across the clearing, causing both Wei-Ling and Sif to turn their heads toward the battlefield in surprise. Some kilometers away, Mariana's forces (or what was left on them) were on the move.

"Wh-what have you done to them?" she stammered, her face ashen.

"As much as I miss "Blue Wind", this thing lets me squeeze a real valkyrie's tits and shove my thumb up her ass every time I go to battle," Wei-Ling chuckled. "Fantastic."

The curved golden handle was made up of Bramhilde's body in the same undignified pose that Wei-Ling had last seen her -- her naked legs were extended straight down on each side of the blade, her hands were still resting on her half-separated ass cheeks, and her face was looking down over her shoulder with wide eyes and her mouth pursed in a dainty little 'O'. Her bimbo-like surprise at finding a sword growing out of her tush was so comical that Wei-Ling couldn't resist chuckling.

"You will pay for this, mortal," Bramhilde growled as the calligraphy brush gently caressed her tender backside from left to right and from up to down. "When I am released, I will chase you across all the planes until I have my revenge!" "Just shut up and take your punishment, jelly-buns," Wei-Ling replied, as she prepared to apply the finishing touch.

As the structure continued to grow out of her nether regions, Bramhilde was soon lifted from the ground, and remained attached to the top of the quickly growing pillar like the ball on a flagpole.

Bramhilde twisted her head and looked over her shoulder, and upon seeing the curious phenomenon, gave up a short shriek and placed her hands protectively on her buttocks like a girl who has just been goosed.

"This is... an interesting solution," Wei-Ling said, still a bit stunned. "A bit draconic, perhaps, if you pardon the pun. I guess this means they're gone forever?"

"And what plans do you have in store for this naughty madam?" Wei-Ling asked, but -- not too surprisingly -- the dragon had vanished as fast as he had came.

"As I said: a more obedient form," a familiar voice boomed from behind her.

I didn't think the shield looked good before--too reflective to see the details. This is better.

Its outer rim was composed of the ring of the intertwined bodies of the valkyries, who had been frozen in the exact position that she had last seen them, shrunken down and transformed into solid gold. Wei-Ling pulled down the shield and spun it around in her hands, examining in stunned disbelief the baroque braid of gilded curvy flesh, and running a finger along the undulations of perky breasts, spread legs and round, protruding rear ends.

Soon, the circle had shrunk so dramatically that the forced contact became extremely intimate -- fingers were sunk into protesting mouths, heads were buried in other valkyries' damp yellow crotches, noses were forced into wiggling, snow white rumps. Soon, the valkyries were forming one long, writhing ribbon of jiggling pink-crested tits, spread-legged crotches with mouths cupped around them, arched creamy white asses with their pink, winking openings on full display, and pigtailed blond heads peeking out he