âWell, thatâs more like the two porkers I saw running off into the swamp. If anyone had known you stole those amulets at the time, we would have flown through the bogs and heaths on a hunt for you,â Marianna said.
As the pendants left their necks, they felt very different. First, the electrical feeling of magic coursing through their bodies, something they had been used to since it started to manifest at puberty, was gone, leaving a sudden emptinessâthey felt weak. Is this what those without magic felt like?
Marianna made another gesture, and the pendants that had always been around the necks of the two sisters started to glow. As if by their own will, the pendants pulled forward, toward Mariana.
The suspended sorceresses looked at each other nervously as Marianna continued. âOh, I hear your desire to reach for your wands. You canât, but perhaps Iâll take them for safekeeping anyway.â
âI see youâre still where I left you, Marianna taunted. âItâs not as if youâre sorceresses who could have managed an escape. You are weak, I am strong, and thatâs why youâre up there.â
Still suspended over the town square, the Foxglove sisters found new mobility, and were even able to speak. They turned toward one another. âWhatâs happening, Fiona?â Selena asked, desperately. âSheâs back, and sheâs loosening the magic bonds. Maybe she thinks weâve suffered up here long enoughâ Fiona said, hopefully.
The duel having been finished, Marianna led the crowd back into the village as the duelists went to clean up. Ophelia in the lush tent that served as her quarters, and Rowena in Duchess Vittoriaâs.
âI still have a bad feeling about that mucky pig.â Ophelia said, in much more subdued tones so as not to anger the sorceress. Mollified, Marianna spoke softly, âNever fear, Ophelia, youâre still my white knight, but now, I have a black knight as well.â
Vittoria arrived on the scene, wearing a new dress, that, while still elaborate, was a bit below the standards she had become accustomed to. Following her was a servant, carrying a blanket. A blanket which Vittoria took from her, and draped over Rowena, who tucked it together between her breasts. âLetâs go and get you cleaned up,â the duchess whispered.
âENOUGH!â Marianna shouted. Raisin her voice was rare. Those who knew her trembled for a moment. âI have proclaimed, and so shall it be done."
âBut I soundly vanquished her!â Ophelia fumed. I donât want to have to share the glory of our great campaign with this incompetent hog.
âActually,â Marianna replied, taking pleasure in asserting her power, âshe came closer to beating you than anyone else has. That means she is a worthy warrior. The kind of knight I want in my inner circle.â
âItâs over,â shouted Marianna from the stands, secretly jealous. âLet her go.â Reluctantly, Ophelia dismounted her mud-slopped opponent, and climbed to her feet.
âI wonât take no for an answer!â Ophelia declared, hoping to force Rowena to talk, breathe, or otherwise move her lips.
But fortune is fickle in combat. Ophelia landed a very solid punch to her opponentâs jaw, stunning her. Soon, she had a hold of Rowenaâs arm, pinned her other arm with her leg, sat her backside right down on Rowenaâs face, and used her free hand to deliver occasional slaps to her breasts and belly.
But fortune is fickle in combat. Ophelia landed a very solid punch to her opponentâs jaw, stunning her.
Kicking over the fence, Ophelia continued to taunt her. "Look at this fat butt, no wonder you look so at home in there. Yield, or I'll have bacon for breakfast...and these pigs will remain unharmed."
As she missed, her momentum threw her past Ophelia. Ophelia tripped her as she passed, and shoved her elbow into the black knightâs backside, making sure she tumbled over the low fence behind her target.
Confident with her success, she threw all her weight into one powerful finishing punch. But Ophelia recovered unexpectedly quickly, and dodged.
While Ophelia fought back, Rowena definitely landed more blows, including a gut punch so solid, Ophelia was sent backward, her feet even lifting off the ground slightly.
âWow, look at that cow!â someone shouted from the crowd. Both girls blushed, uncertain to whom the comment referred.
Then, she bucked as hard as she could, putting her head and shoulders down. Ophelia screamed in agony as she slid down her opponent and the hilt made contact right between her cheeks.
Rowena looked desperately around for something to help her situation. Thatâs when she noticed the position of the hilt of her sword, firmly embedded in the wooden fencepost.
âIâŠ.I will not!â Rowna replied. âSo be it!â Ophelia laughed, pulling so hard on the panties that they tore clean off, brutalizing poor Rowenaâs backside and womanhood as they did.
Taking out her rage for all the humiliations and slaps with the flat of the sword, Ophelia poured her anger into each spank, and it was enough to bring Rowena to tears. âYield!â
Ophelia dodged to the side, leaving the blade to get lodged in a fencepost behind her. The force of the swing dropped Rowena to her knees. Ophelia saw her opportunity, and pounced into action, straddling her fallen foe, and returning the favor of pulling her panties sharply into her nethers. With her other hand, she smacked her opponentâs bouncing buttocks.
Ophelia dodged to the side, leaving the blade to get lodged in a fencepost behind her. The force of the swing dropped Rowena to her knees.
But before she could act, Rowena started an overhead attack, she hoped to knock her out with the flat of the blade, as this wasnât intended to be lethal combat.
The white knight was fuming and embarrassed in equal measure. She had already retreated. There was no way she was going to let this raven-haired bitch defeat her!
With one forceful tug of the swordâs hilt, Opheliaâs last stitch of clothing ripped under pressure, leaving her completely nude. The reddened indentation of her girdle and its boning striped her fat belly, as if to measure it and proclaim its girth.
âLet me go!â Ophelia whined, to the amusement of the many spectators that had followed the two across the river, sensibly using the bridge instead of wading through the stream.
Ophelia continued up onto the grass, headed toward a farm. Well, maybe not so much to the farm, as away from Rowena, who still occasionally got close enough to land a slap on her flank with the flat of her epic, two-handed blade. Ophelia succeeded at increasing the distance, hoping to get some relief. Thatâs when Rowena saw a new opportunity. She snagged the waist of her Opponentâs white panties and hoisted.
Reacting to the slaps, Ophelia let out a pathetic little squeal as she tried to keep ahead of Rowena, who was enjoying punishing her defeated opponent, and didnât want to catch her until this parade of spanks was over. Ophelia ran right out the town gate, and toward the river.
With so much of her free and jiggling, Opheliaâs run slowed down. This enabled the spectators to follow her, but also enabled Rowena to catch up enough to apply several spanks on the ample behind in front of her with the flat of her blade. Rowena smiled, knowing she had conquered this vaunted opponent. Of course she would win. She reminded herself of her favorite confidence booster, âthe black knight always triumphs.â
The sides of the distended fabric whipped outward as Opheliaâs ample belly escaped its bone-stiffened linen prison. Ophelia nearly tripped over her own feet in embarrassment as her various bulges and soft spots threw off their shackles and expanded into the clear light of day, as the open corset slid down the front of her body.
Rowena gave chase, swinging her long sword at the unarmed womanâs remaining clothing. Most swings proved to be too far to touch, but one auspicious slice caught the laces of Opheliaâs girdle.
But Rowena had the force of so much hostility that she shattered Opheliaâs blade. The white knight watched in horror as the pieces went flying.