She jumped straight down onto the assassin's shoulders, so that her leotard was stretched to its maximum limit -- sending the white woman plunging down toward the ground and stopping just above it, like an elevator.
"NNGGHHHOOOOWWW!!!" the knight squealed, and the luxurious bottom began to wiggle around its tail of bamboo sticks like a peacock wagging its tail.
"Big, fat bum like that? I'd be disappointed if it turned out to be less than six." "Six -- really? She may have tits like a cow and an ass like a baboon, but a priggish, tight-assed knight like her? No way, I'm going with four."
*THWAMP!* The second stick brushed the side of the first one, and inserted itself perfectly next to it
Nergui came thundering down the field once again, putting a bamboo stick on the string of her bow and letting it fly
On the other side of the wall, Wei-Ling and Shiori were toasting their victory under the blossoming evening sky.
even further away, the naked, voluptuous body of the proud Lady Rowena lay tied-up and bent over a large crate
In the short space of time before the horse began to gallop back the way it came, its rider swiveled around in her saddle, placed something on the string of her bow and let it fly through the air, all in one, graceful motion.
"As I said before, there are many ways to fight a war," the duchess said, enjoying the gasps of surprise from around the tent. "And some of them can be carried out very quickly indeed."
"To my aid? My dear duchess, well do I know that you represent the richest and most powerful family in Italy, and possibly all of Europe, but what commands respect back in your provinces is of little use to me here. I need elite soldiers -- soldiers of the same caliber as the enemies we're up against. Unless you can provide that, I am afraid you have traveled to these god-forsaken Eastern backwaters all in vain."
The servants disappeared through the huge, embroidered veil that served as a tent flap, but returned shortly, pulling back the veil as they entered, as if to make way for something big.
Through the opening, Mariana LeFoy watched in consternation as a golden carriage pulled up in front of the tent, and a woman stepped out of it. The stranger was no doubt of noble lineage, as she moved with the erect carriage and unhurried pace of the rich and powerful.
Her gleaming obsidian hair trickled down her back from beneath a white veil, and even in the dim light, her womanly curves were clearly discernible beneath her gold-trimmed grey silk gown.
Inside a gilded tent, Mariana LeFoy sat on her throne, deep in thought. Her handmaidens had prepared a sumptuous dinner in front of her, but she had yet to touch it.
The statuesque blonde lay haughtily leaned back in the golden bathtub, from which was emanating a cloud of fragrant steam.
"Once again, your grace, I implore you to mount an assault against the Oriental camp, as soon as possible!" young Lady Alexia piped up.
"Oh, shut up, you whimpering little brat," the sorceress snapped. "This is not about knights or rank. The fate of our entire invasion is at stake."
One of her champions, the purple knight Leocadia, was sitting on her right side, polishing her jewel-hilted sword.
Wei-Ling, who was making her way back to the wall, whistling cheerily, and Shiori, leading a black horse on top of which a white woman was riding backwards without a saddle.
"You may have won the battle, you yellow scum, but you have no idea what awaits you," Rowena hissed, inbetween sobs.
This woman was none other than Lady Rowena the Black, who had been stripped completely naked. Her arms were tied behind her back, and her bulging breasts had been slapped and squeezed until they were almost as red as her positively glowing rump. Her face was puffy with tears, and she was pouting like a disobedient child after a well-deserved spanking.
The horse immediately set off in gallop toward the wall, with agonizing consequences for its wailing, sore-bottomed rider.
"Retreat!? My lady, we cannot retreat!!" Lady Ophelia protested. "There are six thousand of us and only three of them! If we retreat, we will become laughing stock!"
"Patience, Lady Ophelia," the sorceress replied. "We have many powerful cards left to play. In fact," she smiled, "we have barely begun."
Soon thereafter -- BOOOMMM!! -- the explosion buried the poor little conquistadora so deep down in the muddy soil that only her blackened ass stuck out
TTHHWWOOCCKK!! The blunt arrow flew five hundred yards through the air and then struck the bobbing tush in its exact center, tearing a hole in the colorful pants
Smiling to herself, the Mongolian broke off the metallic tip of her last arrow -- leaving only a blunt end -- and then took aim at the bouncing youthful butt in its stretchy, tight red pants.
In doing so, the nubile young girl was unwittingly sticking out her rear end in a way that caught her hunter's eye.
Finally, there was only one poor conquistadora left -- a young new recruit with a long, shimmering black ponytail trailing behind her, standing up in her saddle and whipping her horse with the flat side of her rapier.
and pushed their naked bodies so far down into the soil that only a soot- streaked face and a smoldering naked rump were visible.
These conquistadoras landed face down in the mud, and only had time to swear monosyllabically in Spanish before the bombs on their backs stripped them of every ounce of armour and clothing
her arrows continued to rain down over the terrified Spaniards, this time burrowing into the backs of their armour and sending them flying over the heads of their horses
"This is for my homeland!" Nergui cried out, right before firing off a volley of combustible arrows, all of which hit their mark
Sitting in the mud on her backside, the Spaniard looked down at her chest -- the arrow had lodged stuck in her breastplate without penetrating it, but there was a strange lump attached to it that shouldn't be there-
When the smoke settled, the proud, armour-clad conquistadora had been replaced with a completely naked, lost-looking girl sitting on her curvy ass, legs akimbo, with her hair standing in all directions and her skin streaked with black soot from head to toe.
She then took careful aim at the conquistadora chieftain, who was riding in the very tip of the V-shaped squadron.
"Careful, Lady Ophelia," Mariana warned her. "I have seen her hold her own against the best warriors in Europe, including yourself.