Cheering and whistling, the three swords ascended the stairs, leaving behind an empty white room covered in marble shards, in the center of which lay what could be seen as the remains of Ophelia's legacy: two marble hands clutching a broken off sword attached to a pair of bulging breasts with their nipples broken off.
"What are you doing?" Wei-Ling asked, amused. "Just something I've been thinking about doing since I first saw that big-ass braid of hers."
"Everyone please remember that *I* performed the finishing blow," Nergui cackled, cracking her knuckles.
"UUnnggghhhaaahhh, I sssurrenderrrrr..." Ophelia moaned, completely depleted after her sexual apocalypse, and fell flat on her boobs, fainting with her ass still pointing up like a signpost.
Nergui withdrew her hand, which was slathered in the warm fluids, made a grimace and finally wiped it off on the Westerner's naked back.
An explosion of hot white liquid splashed across the villainess' creamy, vibrating thighs, and upward onto her violently jiggling, fiery red rump.
Sexual and personal humiliation suddenly tugged at her with the combined force of their gravitational pulls, and she was helpless to resist them. When Nergui's hand finally split her snatch open like a juicy orange she could no longer hold back -- her over- inflated ego popped like a balloon just as a surge of pent-up sexuality flooded her whole being. "UUHHHHHH--UNNGGHHHH---UUUUAAHHHHH!!!"
The Mongol squatted behind the sobbing bad girl and separated her thighs slightly, exposing her glistening snatch. She then delivered a sideways-tilted- hand chop straight to the villainess' wide-open womanhood, cleaving her pussy lips and plunging all the way up to her pubic bone.
This blow proved to be the final straw. All the various humiliations that until now had befallen Ophelia's over-inflated, helplessly exposed ego had inadvertently stirred up darker forces in her subconscious -- despite her best efforts, Ophelia felt an uncontrollable storm in her groin at the prospect of being toppled from her pedestal and dragged through the dirt.
"I do," Shiori murmured, and stepped in to deliver a sharp kick up Ophelia's glowing ass, parting the plump glutes and plunging right inside her most well-hidden orifice. "This is NOT the ass that will be sitting on my homeland's throne!"
"Keep still, doggy!" Wei-Ling commanded, paralyzing the dancing rear end with an impatient spank. "Now, I don't want to hog all the good stuff just for myself. Shiori, do you have a message for this naughty little blonde?"
"S-S-SO H-H-H-HOT," the blonde stuttered, wiggling her tail from side to side as if to put out the embers.
When the light subsided, Ophelia regained her contours and color, but her tush was still glowing a strange, hot green -- like some alchemical fire. Closer inspection revealed that parts of it were actually LITERALLY on fire, but it quickly went out, leaving only emerald-colored embers spread across the well-punished backside, as well as a tiny sporadic flickering flame that for some reason had taken up residence in the white villainess' tight, puckering rear-hole.
"A knight is not what I see. All I see is a spoiled little brat playing dress-up in knight's armour. And like all spoiled little brats, this one needs a good old bottom-tanning from time to time!" "BUT I'M A GROWN WOMAAAAAANNN!!" *SMMMACKKK!!* "AAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"
"Will you listen to that... two spanks and she's already whining for mommy," Nergui snorted. "What a big baby." "Mariana can't hear you, girl, and even if she could, she probably wouldn'thelp you anyway! You've been naughty and your spanking is way overdue!"
"Ooohh, I'm s-so humiliated... *sniffle* ...and I ache all over... *sob* Lady Mariana, where are you? Help meeeee!!"
Once again, Jade Destiny lashed against the hapless bimbo's luxurious buttocks, sending them jiggling in opposite directions and brightening their hue to a luminous scarlet. The mighty smack was accompanied by a high-pitched howl from the humbled knight, who then broke out into loud sobs.
the sword made a detour and pricked the villainess naughtily in her puckering butthole, drawing a little squeal from her, "Although white on the surface, a well-deserved thrashing reveals these buttocks in their proper color: red --the color of her malicious soul, always burning with mischief and naughty intentions!"
"Ahem: Big and flabby, the Western woman's buttocks represent nothing less than her inflated sense of entitlement and ego. Their curviness represents the heights of her arrogance and over-confidence," here Green Destiny slid across the top of Ophelia's buttock, "as well as the low points that are her dull, easily outwitted brain, lack of manners, and complete absence of morals,"
*SMMAACCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!* "AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" When the green light subsided, Ophelia's hefty, milk-colored rear end was already glowing cherry red, with beads of sweat scattered all across it. Thin green residual sparks played all around it like static electricity.
"I-I'm sorry!" Ophelia whined, her eyes flaring up with fear when she saw the reflections of green light playing across the opposite wall. "I t-take it back! I d-didn't mean to suggest that the Eastern woman does not have her ch-charms..."
Wei-Ling placed the side of Jade Destiny against the trembling Caucasian glutes. Immediately, the blade began to pulse with light and energy.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Whimpering softly, Ophelia contracted her body like a closing flower, bringing her knees up under her stomach and her curvaceous white butt pointing skyward like a white flag raised in surrender. The three Easterners stood for a while looking down at their humiliated enemy
"Looking at this ass, I'm distinctly reminded of something... oh yes! The perfect buttocks of the Western woman, which shine forever marble white in accordance with her purity and virtue, was it?"
until she ended up in front of Wei-Ling again, standing ready with Jade Destiny over her shoulder like a baseball bat, who delivered a well-timed swat to the oncoming rump
"you and your dumb, big-titted friends should have stayed your flappy imperialist asses back in Europe!" With those words, she shoved her foot into Ophelia's soft tummy -- "OOF!!" --sending her flying backwards to Shiori,
just before the flat side of the valkyrie sword gave the villainess a resounding smack across her well-fattened buns, sending her tottering forward to Wei-Ling.
The blow sent Ophelia staggering backwards, whimpering from the pain, until a sharp point pricking her firmly in her prized booty brought her back to awareness.
In one sweeping movement, Nergui threw aside the busty Caucasian's arms, circled her own arms back into boxing position, and finally buried her fists into the great, gelatinous mounds before her. The Mongol's rock-hard knuckles squashed the white bad girl's supersized tits into flat pancakes against her chestbone, producing sounds like that of two overripe tomatoes thrown into a wall.
"Actually, I never got to respond to that long monologue of yours," Nergui chuckled. "But we Easterners can do metaphors as well as you can. Let's start by levelling 'those proverbial mountains' to the ground!"
Nergui countered by ramming a knee into the frenzied blonde's stomach -- "OOF!" -- and tear away her claws from her throat.
"Look, you big baby, you're a glorified bodyguard!" Nergui snapped. "The bitch sorceress upstairs lets you strut around like a peacock and flaunt your imaginary power, but when it comes down to it, she's wielding your vain, air-headed ass like a human shield!"
This was the last straw for the white knight, who flew at the Mongol with a snake-like hiss. She quickly managed to take a chokehold on her opponent
Ophelia felt her enormous ego trampled by every sentence, and suddenly she could not hold back any longer. "You fools! Lady Mariana may have planned this whole thing, but *I* am the CONQUEROR OF THE EAST in *DEED*. *I* command the Western forces, and *I* will rule as empress over Japan and the Eastern seas!"
The Easterners stood in a triangle around the naked villainess, who was covering up her bust with one arm, and simultaneously covering up her derriere and protecting herself from further spanks with the other. The golden light which until now had seemed to illuminate Ophelia in heroic relief suddenly seemed rather like a circus spotlight, bathing the lone, naked Westerner's every fleshy curve in harsh yellow light.
"Damn, that's one white ass, by the way," Wei-Ling chirped. "I can see where you got your epithet from, by the way, Ophelia the *White*!"
"It's impossib- OOHH!!" Ophelia yelped, and was finally set moving when Jade Destiny gave her a prompt rap across her butt.
"No, you're not, honey," Wei-Ling said, turning the dazed Westerner around, so that she could see that her two friends were approaching with vengeful smiles on their lips. "Your dreams of world domination are about to be dashed forever. Now, why don't you wiggle those big, firm Caucasian buns over to the middle of the room so we can get started on your punishment!"
"You were the chosen one," Wei-Ling replied. "You were chosen by the gods to represent the arrogance of Western imperialism, just like I was chosen to be the fist that strikes you down."
Feycalibur had been shattered into a million microscopic shards that now littered the floor like powderized glass. With a faint thud the white woman's bra joined the shards of her blade, both straps having been sliced off by the flying shrapnel. "It... it cannot BE!!" the knight stammered, dropping the hilt to the floor. "But I... I was the CHOSEN ONE!!"
"That, my yellow friend, was a BIG mistake," the white knight hissed as she stood up on wobbly legs, one hand still massaging her tender woman- hood. "Playtime is OVER, and it is time for you to DIE!"
whereas the other half had ricochetted so far up into the blonde's spacious grotto that it took almost a minute for her trembling fingers to extract it.