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Then it happened -- Ophelia's possessed finger plunged straight into the supreme villainess's untouched, pink anus just as her tongue made a daring thrust up against her g-spot -- and the sorceress could no longer hold back:

with a moan of utter ecstasy and defeat, she blew her hot load all over her blond minion's helpless face, and proceeded to fall flat on her back, heaving and panting.

Mariana's face grew beet red as her subordinate continued to play with her most intimate opening, her hands now groping and clawing the sorceress's curvy, white ass for support. The wicked witch of the West began to whimper, and then to moan, and by the time one of the knight's fingers had found itself sliding in between the sorceress's firm buttocks and rubbing against the sensitive, tiny opening hidden between them, she was ready to explode.

"Ohhh, c-c-curse you, genie! Th-this, *ooohh!* th-this is too low even f-for you... *aaahhhh!* If you l-l-let me go, I will... *OOOHHHH!!* ...r-release you f-f-from your service... *AAAHHHH!!* (please, please, don't stop!)... N-no, I didn't mean that... *OOOOHHHHH!!* (yes, my sweet Ophelia, yes!)... N-n-noooo...!"

"I think it's safe to say who's wearing the pants in this relationship," Shiroi chuckled.

Next, the spirit possessing Ophelia forced her down to her knees, so that she was staring straight into her mistress's naked slit. The blonde had just enough time to mouth an apology before her face was abruptly pushed into the sorceress's crotch, and she began to pleasure her mistress.

To heat things up further, the genie ordered Mariana's hands to slide down her blond subordinate's back, and then had her cup them around the knight's hefty buttocks. Cupping turned to squeezing, and soon the flesh of Ophelia's well-fed buns were spilling out between the sorceress' fingers with each greedy squeeze.

"Come on, admit that you've both been fantasizing about this for years!" Wei-Ling laughed.

"Mppphhfffgghhhh!!!" they both protested, eyes darting around in panic.

A chorus of cheers and applause erupted from the Easterners as the villainesses wrapped their arms around each other, each flattening her ample breasts against the other's, and locked lips with hungry abandon.

and Ophelia's baby blue watery with submissive apology

At this point, Mariana stopped dancing and involuntarily spun around to face her trusty knight. There was a moment of embarrassed communion as the two possessed bad girls exchanged glances -- Mariana's emerald eyes flashing with injured pride

A bit further away, Ophelia had just woken up, and was currently in the act of trying to slip away unnoticed. However, her plans were promptly foiled when an invisible force took hold of her body, stood her up like a marionette and marched her off toward her dancing mistress.

"This is OUTRAGEOUS, I protest!" the sorceress huffed, as her body bent over at the waist and her shapely butt began to sway from side to side in a naughty tick-tock dance.

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"Well, color me surprised, that girl knows how to shake her junk," Nergui laughed.

"N-no, wh-what am I doing? H-HELP!" Mariana cried feebly as her own body began an impromptu sailor's jig, and then broke into an outrageous, gyrating stripper dance.

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The grand finale consisted of the djinn shrinking itself down to miniature size and diving straight into the sorceress' wide-open mouth. Shocked, Mariana swallowed the unwelcome element, and quickly realized her mistake.

and kicked repeatedly in the tush.

slapped, pinched,

tackled, groped,

The next twenty minutes offered a spectacularly satisfying performance of role reversal: shrieking like a little girl, the naughty, haughty sorceress was flung around by her hair, crumpled up into a ball, pummeled,

"Looks like the Mark is on you, witch," the djinn said, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. "And I myself could not be any more pleased with this outcome!"

Grumbling, Mariana intoned a lengthy invocation, upon which three glowing symbols appeared floating in the air. With a diffident hand gesture, the sorceress sent the symbols flying off toward the Easterners.

"No, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!" Mariana gasped as the symbols hovered in front of her for a short while, before neatly attaching themselves to her naked white body -- two plastering themselves across her nipples and the last one adhering perfectly to her hairless pussy.

"That's because you were attacking everyone indiscriminately! You spanked five of my acolytes and shoved a Rod of Discomfort up my handmaiden's butt!" "Rules are rules, pasty-buns.

"Enough! By the power of the secret word, I command you to attack those three women!" The djinn looked skeptically at its summoner. "I only attack those who carry the Mark. You ought to know, you invented that rule."

"Beats hanging around in this metal box. Hey, what happened to your twat? It used to have cute red hairs on it, and now it's as smooth as a whale's ass!"

"Harumph! I have bound you to this container, and as such, you are my SLAVE," the sorceress grumbled. "If I wasn't in such dire need of help, I would teleport you off to the ninth layer of hell for that!"

"Well, well, if it isn't Lady Firecrotch herself," the djinn replied in a tinkling, metallic voice, "Seems like your haughtiness has finally gotten you into a bit of a bind, eh? Ohh... Nice tits, by the way."

"Oh, great djinn of the Persian desert," Mariana intoned, raising both hands in supplication, "I, Mariana of the Misty Isles, greet you!"

"Very well," the sorceress mumbled, walking up to a nearby table and picking up a nondescript metal container. "Since you have somehow acquired the means to resist my spells, I will have to draw upon other forces."

Once enough smoke had accumulated in the air, it began to cohere, eventually taking the shape of a floating, bright purple humanoid of indeterminate gender, with brilliant emerald-colored eyes that seemed to radiate malice and trickery.

Back on her feet, she gingerly inspected her lower body for damage, and blushed when she noticed that the fire, although brief, had managed to burn her tidy red bush clean off her snatch, leaving it as smooth as a baby's bottom.

"If you play with matches, and so on," Wei-Ling said, making tsk-ing noises.

"I think she's doing the rain dance!" Nergui replied.

"Fire down below!" Shiori cackled.

Once again, a barrier of qi stopped the projectile and reversed it back towards its caster. Mariana's eyes widened in terror, but she was too slow to act -- the heat ray struck her squarely in the crotch of her skimpy black thong.

"AOUUAAAAHHHHH IT HURTS IT HURTS GET IT OFF PLEEEEEEASE OWW OWW OWW AOOUUUHHHH!!!"

The sorceress stood up on wobbly legs, hands plastered to her throbbing privates. Her eyes were burning with vengeance. "You... have humiliated me," she huffed, clenching her fists until her knuckles whitened. "And for this, I will subject you to the most dreadful death I can imagine. POWER WORD: SUPERHEAT!"

"Damn, judging from that scream, you'd think I just pulverized her coochie," Nergui chuckled. "But then again, maybe I did..."

"Well, in that case, I suggest you build up your tolerance!" Nergui cried, just before plunging the tip of her boot straight up between the sorceress' parted thighs, and sinking it into her soft, mushy womanhood. With great satisfaction, she felt the villainess' meaty snatch yield to the force of her foot, and the soft lips were pried apart so that she could plunge right in. *CCCRRUNNNCCHHH!!* "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"This is MADNESS!" the sorceress moaned, unaware of the fact that someone was standing just behind her. "I am a sorceress of the House LeFoy, descendant of the druids of the Sacred Meadows -- I will not tolerate being treated this way!"

before it dropped her back onto the floor on all fours. The electrical treatment had turned the villainess' previously smooth, ruby-red hair into a massive unruly bush that stood up straight in all directions, as well as caused her nipples to stand up perfectly erect, like activated radio masts.

"-wh-what, N-NOOOO-- AAAAIIIEEEEE!!!" The immense charge of electricity pulsated through the sorceress' throbbing body, giving the Easterners sporadic X-ray peeks at her skeleton

"Fools! You are no MATCH for me-" the sorceress roared, summoning a ball of lightning and flinging it at the closest enemy, who happened to be Shiori. The swordsmith, however, simply bent her head in contemplation, and immediately summoned up a mirror of qi that deflected the thunderball straight back at its caster.

"Like I said: underneath all that get-up, she's just a pair of fat white tits and a big, floppy ass like the rest of them," Nergui cackled.

"The only thing that'll end up on the ground today are your clothes, witch!" What a sight it was. The great mastermind of the West completely deprived of her clothing, positively spotlit by the merciless apocalyptic light of the setting sun. This was, then, the piece of ass at the top of the pyramid: a stately, curvaceous beauty with impeccable snow white breasts, each crowned with a stiff rosy nipple, generous hips, and a hint of fire-red bush peeking out from behind her last remaining article of clothing:

"Fools!" the sorceress huffed, raising her arms above her head in preparation of some ominous enchantment. "Staying here will only inconvenience me mildly. I now have no other choice but to RAZE THIS WHOLE CONTINENT TO THE GROUND-- huh!?"