The Tale of the Three Swords, Part II
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se


After their humiliating retreat, the Western army hatches a new plan.

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 ignominious routing of her army at the hands of no more than
three enemy warriors had left a shadow on her mind that would not be easily
dispelled.

One of her champions, the purple knight Leocadia, was sitting on her right
side, polishing her jewel-hilted sword.

"How many women did we lose today, Leocadia?" the sorceress asked glumly.

"Three hundred and fifty foot soldiers, one hundred and fifty archers, all
five hundred riders in our cavalry, and the entire conquistador unit," the
knight replied. "All in all, more than a thousand people. And, of course, the
noble Lady Rowena was taken prisoner, and is no doubt being subjected to the
most grotesque tortures as we speak-"

"Savages," Lady Ophelia interjected. The statuesque blonde lay haughtily
leaned back in he golden bathtub, from which was emanating a cloud of fragrant
steam. She had ordered two servant girls to give her a full body treatment,
and at the moment, one was busy massaging her neck joints while the other was
dousing her Amazonian body in some exotic-scented oil.

"Once again, your grace, I implore you to mount an assault against the
Oriental camp, as soon as possible!" young Lady Alexia piped up. She was the
only one of the knights who had not removed her battle uniform, and she was
swinging her sword around as she spoke. "Our sister Rowena must be saved! And
we must show these abominable Malays that the Code of Knighthood is sacred,
and grants every knight the right to be treated as befits her rank-"

"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."

Suddenly, a trumpet sounded through the evening stillness. Baffled, the
sorceress ordered two handmaidens to go outside and investigate. 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. A thick platinum necklace adorned her slender neck, and its huge,
iridescent diamond seemed in constant danger of being swallowed up by her
perfect, tightly pressed-together breasts.

A female servant exited the carriage after her, and made the following
announcement:

"Her grace, the duchess Vittoria of the noble House of Romoli."

An awed murmur passed through the tent as the duchess entered. The sorceress,
however, merely arched an eyebrow.

"Lady Mariana of the Misty Isles," the duchess purred in a husky, Italian-
accented voice. "Truly, you are every bit as beautiful as the rumours suggest.
However, my sources tell me that your crusade is not faring quite as well as
you had planned."

"It was merely a tactical retreat," Leocadia the Purple interjected. "We could
have-"

"Please, Leocadia," the sorceress mumbled, cutting her knight off. "Your
sources have informed you correctly, my lady duchess. But I assume that you
did not come here all the way just to tell me what I already know."

"Indeed I did not." The duchess smiled. "I have come to your aid."

"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."

"Please, lady Mariana," the duchess replied. "There are many ways to fight a
war. Consequently, there are many kinds of soldiers."

"Well, whatever soldiers you've brought, they certainly have a talent for
staying hidden," Ophelia replied with a snort.

"They ought to -- That's what I pay them for."

The duchess snapped her fingers, and the next moment, thirty dark-clad women
stepped out of the shadows. They were all wearing long grey cloaks with hoods
that obscured the top parts of their faces, like sinister spirits of death.

"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."

***

On the other side of the wall, Wei-Ling and Shiori were toasting their victory
under the blossoming evening sky. Further away, a pot of soup was boiling on a
crackling bonfire, and even further away, the naked, voluptuous body of the
proud Lady Rowena lay tied-up and bent over a large crate, so that her plump
rear end was neatly pushed up for everyone's viewing pleasure.

Soon, a horse came galloping into view and -- about three hundred feet away
from the disembodied, wiggling butt -- made a full turn. 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.

The bamboo stick whistled through the air, before -- *THWUMP!* -- passing
perfectly into the dainty pink little 'x' in the center of the villainess'
bodacious rump.

"UUUNNNGGHHHH!!!" Rowena wailed, twisting and squirming from the explosion of
pain in her anus.

"Sweet Laozi on a water buffalo! I think Miss Jelly-Tits just got deflowered,"
Wei-Ling chuckled.

"She never struck me as the kind of girl who would take it up the ass," Shiori
replied, taking a sip of her rice wine.

"Me neither, but there you go."

The two women laughed, and refilled their cups. A clattering of hooves --
Nerg?i came thundering down the field once again, putting a bamboo stick on
the string of her bow and letting it fly.

*THWAMP!* The second stick brushed the side of the first one, and inserted
itself perfectly next to it -- forcibly stretching out the white woman's
narrow tail-hole to twice its previous size.

"NNGGHHHOOOOWWW!!!" the knight squealed, and the luxurious bottom began to
wiggle around its tail of bamboo sticks like a peacock wagging its tail.

"Ooohh, I bet she won't be sitting comfortably on that sorry ass any time
soon," Wei-Ling chuckled. "How many of those things do you think will fit
inside her?"

"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."

Shiori won the wager.

***

After darkness had fallen, the Easterners took turns keeping watch on the wall
while the others slept. Nerg?i, who had the best eyesight and felt at home in
the night, had volunteered for the longest and most grueling watch -- from
three o' clock until dawn.

Suddenly, her well-trained ears picked up a noise that was scarcely more than
a vibration. She looked at her friends down on the ground. They were sleeping
in the cozy glare of the bonfire.

The noise returned, this time just behind her. Before she could react, an arm
wrapped itself around her neck and pulled her head backward to expose her
neck. A dagger gleamed in the moonlight. Nerg?i tried to scream, but the arm
tightened itself around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

Was this it? No, Nerg?i decided, it couldn't be allowed to end this way.

"NNRRRGGHH!!" With her last reserves of energy, Nerg?i began to squirm against
the chokehold, and eventually worked up enough room to thrust her upper body
forward -- catapulting her tormentor over her body and sending her flying
through the air.

The nimble assassin turned her flight into a graceful somersault, and landed
skillfully on her feet. Her cloak billowed up behind her like a pair of
massive bat wings, briefly revealing the body underneath -- a curvy white
woman's body dressed in a skintight black leotard and a small corset.

"Watch out! Assassins!" the Mongolian cried out.

Wei-Ling and Shiori sprang to their feet, just as menacing black shapes began
to crowd all around them. Wei-Ling made a lunge for "Blue Wind", only to have
it snatched away right in front of her eyes by a cloaked invader. Around the
same time, Shiori realized that her sword had been stolen as well.

"It's a shame that Rowena wasn't there to tell these knuckleheads that
disarming us Asians makes very little difference in the long run," Shiori
quipped.

"We'll just have to teach them ourselves, I suppose," Wei-Ling replied.

Something gleamed in the dark, and a moment later, a large rip appeared in
Wei-Ling's clothing, around her right hip. Underneath, a thin red gash was
forming.

"Throwing knives," Wei-Ling remarked. "Always hated them."

Meanwhile, Nerg?i was wielding her bow as a melee weapon, parrying each blow
of her opponent's knife with expert precision. When the assassin finally let
up, the Mongolian shoved her knife-wielding arm aside and thrust her knee into
the Westerner's soft belly. The assassin moaned and bent over, causing her
cloak to fall down over her head, exposing her gleaming white back.

Seizing the moment, Nerg?i grabbed hold of the assassin's leotard, hoisted her
up in the air, and began swinging her around like a ragdoll. When she spotted
an empty torch holder directly beneath her, she began to slow down her swing,
and at the right time, suddenly let go of her opponent. The assassin fell
shrieking over the edge of the wall, until her leotard was snagged and caught
up by the hook-shaped torch holder. The elastic fabric shot like a whip into
her nether regions, painfully breaking her fall and leaving her suspended in a
wedgie.

Realizing that the real battle was happening on the ground, Nerg?i decided to
make the best possible use of her neutralized enemy. 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. Nerg?i timed her jump and managed to
jump off just before the leotard recoiled and sent the assassin bouncing back
up again, mouth hanging soundlessly agape from the indescribable pain in her
butt and private parts.

Wei-Ling had just disarmed another assassin and knocked her clean out with a
triple kick to her belly, boobs and face, when another one came up behind her.
Suddenly, four sharp, whistling sounds were heard, and immediately, four
arrows followed them. One caught hold of the assassin's cloak and tore it away
into the night, the second snagged the side of her corset and caused a
vertical rip that soon resulted in the whole garment collapsing, and the final
two cut off the straps of her leotard. A moment later, the leotard came down
like crumbling wallpaper, leaving the mortified assassin's milky white boobs
on display.

"Nice work, Nerg?i!" Wei-Ling yelled over her shoulder, and then proceeded to
make short work of the nearly-naked assassin -- two punches flattening her
perky tits into pancakes, and a third punch sending her off to dreamland.

Meanwhile, Shiori had just executed a perfect roundhouse kick that had felled
three assassins like trees, and was now busy punching another Western rogue's
head repeatedly from side to side. Eventually, the woman's eyes rolled back up
in her head, and she collapsed to the ground like a deflated bag.

"Shiori, look out!"

Another assassin came leaping out of the dark with a pair of long, curved
daggers trailing behind her, extended in opposite directions as if ready to
decapitate the Japanese woman in a theatrically gruesome fashion. Shiori,
however, simply spun around and buried her boot in the airborne assassin's
midsection, stopping her mid-air, and followed up by grabbing hold of the
dazed Italian's ankles, swinging her around, and finally flinging her onto the
crackling bonfire.

The assassin landed on her soft bottom, and immediately leapt up when flames
began to envelop her ass. The menacing assassin was instantly transformed into
a moving ball of fire, squealing and bouncing around the area and discarding
her burning clothing piece by piece until there was nothing left to take off.
Wei-Ling then knocked her out cold with a well-placed punch, sending the naked
bad girl toppling over and landing in a pile, legs splayed and curvy tush
facing up.

"Say, these whores really put the 'ass' in assassin, don't they?" Wei-Ling
chuckled, taking a moment off to inspect the round buns mooning her from
beneath.

"Don't tell me you're getting a taste for Western butts," Shiori replied,
bouncing up and down on another assassin's back.

"I'm not, I'm just happy there's so much for us to kick!"

The battle progressed, and the number of assassins dwindled rapidly. Nerg?i
had mastered the trick of snagging her opponent's leotard with her arrow, so
that the assassin was dragged off her feet and finally hung in a wedgie from
whatever surface the arrow eventually hit. Meanwhile, Shiori and Wei- Ling
were applying their fists, foreheads and boots to every cheek, boob, belly,
crotch and ass in sight, tearing off cloaks, ripping leotards to shreds, and
finally throwing the KO'd bad girls onto a quickly growing pile of naked white
limbs and curves.

"Hey, Shiori, I found your sword!" Nerg?i suddenly cried out. A gleaming
metallic object soon came wheeling out of the shadows. Shiori caught it just
in time to parry a flurry of dagger-blows from an oncoming assassin, and then
retaliate by slicing her blade upwards, forming a vertical rip in the
assassin's clothing from bustline to her groin. A second later, the
Westerner's cloak, corset and leotard were gently peeled off by a breeze of
wind and fluttered to the ground, leaving her creamy white breasts and black
pubic bush on full display.

"Well, you know the drill, cattle-boobs," Shiori said, "Tits out, lights out."
She then unceremoniously headbutted the curvy white girl -- knocking her out
-- and dumped her limp body, ass-up, on top of the pile of assassins.

At this point, only one assassin remained: a tall, dark figure standing a bit
further off, half-obscured by the darkness. She was wearing a Venetian
carnival mask -- the Columbina -- which glew in the darkness like the face of
a hollow-eyed ghost. A cluster of metallic objects along her waist glimmered
in the firelight -- throwing knives.

"I think we're looking at the leader," Shiori snorted.

Wei-Ling approached the figure. Within seconds, the chief assassin had drawn
her entire supply of throwing knives, and thrown them in the direction of her
Chinese adversary. Sighing, Wei-Ling entered into an elaborate dance,
deflecting the oncoming hailstorm of knives with her hands and feet, and
redirecting every deflected blade in a very specific direction.

When she had run out of knives, the assassin simply stared in disbelief at her
unharmed adversary. Seconds went by without anyone making a move, and then a
faint ripping noise could be heard. A tear appeared along the side of the
assassin's corset. Then, it was followed by a chorus of similar noises, as
rips appeared all over the Westerner's clothing -- shredding her cloak,
turning her corset into strips, and finally disintegrating her leotard.

"? impossibile!" the assassin cried out, as she looked down to find her
voluptuous body completely nude -- big pink nipples adorning two heaving
marble breasts, and a thick dark bush shooting out from between her pearly
white legs.

Wei-Ling walked up to the Westerner and casually swiped away her mask. The
chief assassin turned out to be a rather coy-looking brunette, with large
brown eyes and slightly parted red lips.

"This is Asia," Wei-Ling said, looking deep into her eyes. "Nothing is
impossible to us."

"Your victory here means nothing," the assassin said, staring defiantly back.
"You have defeated thirty of us, but my employer is wealthy, and she will only
send three hundred more."

"Then we'll just have to deal with your employer face to face," Wei-Ling
replied.

"And now we have a name: Duchess Vittoria of the House of Romoli," Nerg?i
said, reading from a notice with a golden seal imprinted on the bottom of the
paper.

"We'll have to teach her a lesson eventually. But now, for more pressing
matters," Wei-Ling said, "where is Blue Wind? One of you stole it, but it's
not here."

"Is it not?" the chief assassin replied, smiling coyly. "Then I must have been
mistaken. Then you did not defeat thirty of us."

"She's right -- I only count twenty-nine pasty white asses," Nerg?i cried out,
nudging the pile of bodies with her foot.

"Where is it? Tell me where my sword is, you cowardly, honorless tart, or I
swear I'll rip those big tits clean off and shove them up your useless butt!"

The assassin suddenly seemed to regain some of her composure. "Do you hear
that sound?"

The three defenders of the East stopped to listen. There was unmistakably a
sound in the air -- a deep, rumbling sound like a distant storm or earthquake.

"That's the sound of your doom," the assassin said, cackling maniacally.

Enraged, Wei-Ling shoved her knee into the dark triangle between the chief
assassin's legs, striking her private parts with an agonizing crunch. The
Westerner fell to her knees with a pitiful moan, clutching her mangled sex.
Wei-Ling grabbed her by the hair and lifted her gaze into her own.

"I don't have time to deal with you yet, but when I do, it's not going to be
pretty!" she hissed into the assassin's face, before promptly knocking her out
cold with an elbow drop to the back of her head.

Nerg?i was already up on her horse. She galloped up the stairs to the top of
the wall, where she looked out across the field to the West. As she had
feared, the whole Western army was on the move, illuminated by a sea of
torches and charging forward at full speed with their swords and spears
pointed straight at the Great Wall. Leading the legions from the front were
three armoured riders -- presumably knights of the same caliber as Rowena.

Upon seeing Nerg?i, a wave of cheers and derisive laughter rose up from the
front ranks of the army. Evidently, they were so confident in the success rate
of their assassins, that when two of the Easterners failed to appear, the
soldiers all assumed that they had been properly dispatched. When Shiori
appeared alongside her companion, the cheers somewhat died down. And when
Wei-Ling appeared as well, the front lines fell silent, and froze completely
in their tracks.

"No! Keep moving!" one of the riders yelled, although surprise and
disappointment was evident in her voice. "Your orders are to take the wall at
all costs!"

There was a stirring among the ranks, but the soldiers were still too
paralyzed with fear to continue.

"Attack, you cowards! Attack!"

This confusing deadlock lasted for almost twenty minutes, when, suddenly, a
new source of commotion appeared on the scene. A cluster of warriors came
charging out of the shadows, banging the blunt ends of their massive spears
against the ground as they came. When they had reached the wall, they simply
thrust their spears into the ground and pole-vaulted themselves up over the
bulwarks.

"Amazons!" Wei-Ling cried out.

And Amazons they were -- one hundred of them, to be precise. These were among
the strongest and most muscular soldiers in the Western army, and wore
clothing intended to demonstrate just this: each Amazon was dressed only in a
small animal hide breechcloth that narrowly covered her genitals and the crack
of her bottom, as well as a skimpy top that hid her nipples and not much more.
The one exception was their leader, the flame-haired Callipygia, who arrived
last on the scene, wearing a chainmail bikini.

"And people call us Mongols barbarians," Nerg?i scoffed. "These tarts haven't
even invented a way to cover up their bottoms yet."

"Let's teach them some culture, then," Shiori replied. "I'll start with the
bitch in the iron panties."

With those words, the swordsmith set off in the direction of the Amazon
leader. A voluptuous, brown-haired Amazon in bearskin clothing blocked her
path, leering sadistically. Shiori carelessly buried her fist in the
barbarian's face, knocking her larger opponent straight on her plump butt with
a satisfying SPLAT! The Westerner's eyes began to dart around for help, but
Shiori simply grabbed her by the rope of her loincloth, pulled her up to her
feet, and began swinging the chesty barbarian around and around in the air.
Finally, she used all the force that she had built up to throw the top-heavy
brute over the bulwarks -- helping her along toward her fall with a
well-placed boot to the curvy savage's ample rump.

Meanwhile, Wei-Ling found herself facing a barbarian twice her size -- a
red-haired giant with melon-sized breasts barely held in place by a thick
strip of leopard skin. The Amazon was smiling broadly, nodding at Wei-Ling's
unarmed sword hand. Wei-Ling smiled back -- a smile that meant "we'll see
who's laughing in a minute".

The Amazon twirled her ten foot spear through the air and attacked. Wei- Ling,
keeping her cool, dodged each blow and thrust, each maneuver bringing her
closer to her enemy until she was finally staring straight into the savage's
gargantuan bosom. Her old master's teachings instantly came back to her, and
she felt the moves of the secret "Two Mountains, One Valley" technique
stirring in the recesses of her muscle memory.

*SWISH!* Index finger to the Amazon's left breast, pushing the contours of her
monstrously thick nipple back into the immense jelly behind it. *SWASH!* In-
dex finger to her right breast, burying another nipple in the interior of its
own boob. *FLIP!* With a flick of her hand, she flipped up the
leopard-patterned loincloth, exposing the Westerner's wild-haired red bush.
*SPLAT!* Two fingers entered the barbarian's sweaty hot snatch, effortlessly
sliding inside all the way to the knuckles, and finally... *TWIST!* ...a
simple twist of the hand, like a screwdriver driving in the last screw.

The Amazon gave up a shocked, violated gasp, before her eyes rolled back up in
her head and she fell unconscious to the floor.

"Buddha's navel!" Nerg?i cried out, taking a break from punching another
Amazon senseless.

"I've never seen anything quite like it!" Shiori agreed, having just knocked
two Amazons' heads together with a satisfying *BLAM!* and booted their well-
fattened bottoms down the way they came.

"Well, this technique is normally very difficult to pull off," Wei-Ling said,
wiping her fingers against her trousers. "Except these girls are so
chest-heavy it's nearly impossible to miss the pressure points."

To demonstrate, she waited until the next two Amazons came running up to her,
and proceeded to execute the trick on them both -- simultaneously. The
helpless giants could only stare in befuddlement as Wei-Ling's nimble hands
zig-zagged through the air, striking four nipples in quick succession,
flipping up the Amazons' flimsy loincloths and finally applying the finishing
screw to both of their juicy, hairy vaginas. The chesty savages moaned in
unison, and then fell limp to the floor clutching their precision-struck
privates.

The fight progressed, and the Amazons were felled like bowling pins. A blond
Amazon wearing a wolf pelt appeared and tried to skewer Nerg?i like a pig, but
was instantly outmaneuvered when her smaller foe effortlessly snatched the
spear out of her hands, buried the blunt end of the weapon in her taut
stomach, and cracked it across her shoulders, sending the proud warrioress
tit-first to the floor with her hefty rump pointing toward the sky. The Mongol
spun around on her feet and lashed the side of the spear with full force
against the barbarian's half-naked backside. The blow actually sent the Amazon
flying out of her loincloth -- and the last Nerg?i saw of the hapless blonde
was her great white caboose disappearing over the bulwark before beginning its
ass- breaking sixteen foot fall to the ground.

Meanwhile, Shiori had punched, kicked, elbowed, stripped and spanked her way
forward through the ranks of the Amazons and finally stood face to face with
their leader, the ferocious Callipygia. The great Amazon queen was an inti-
midating sight indeed: her intensely focused sea green eyes burned into Shiori
like needles, and she seemed to be licking her lips in anticipation of the
coming blood. Her hands were wrapped around the hilt of a massive greatsword,
whose edges had been sharpened into a saw-like pattern.

"You seem to have forgotten to bring a sword," the Amazon queen said, nodding
disdainfully in the direction of Shiori's no-dachi. "Looks more like a very
long needle."

"And you seem to have forgotten to bring armour," Shiori replied, glancing at
Callipygia's diminutive chainmail thong. "Or clothing, for matter."

"We Amazons take pride in our femininity as well as our athletic prowess," the
Amazon said, placing her hands on her hips and jutting out her breasts.
"Nothing is as pleasing to the Amazon eye than a pair of full breasts and ripe
female buttocks. When we show them off to our enemies, we are simply
boasting."

"Tits, violence, perversion and shameless exhibitionism -- the pillars of any
highly advanced culture."

"Your insolence will cost you dearly, Eastern maggot," Callipygia replied.
"But even so, you have fought well enough to earn the death that is reserved
for only the greatest foes of the Amazon tribe -- you will be smothered to
death between my luscious breasts."

"And you have been prattling on long enough to have earned the send-off that I
reserve only for the most intolerably smug bimbos I meet -- my foot so far up
your floppy ass that you'll be cleaning my footsweat out of your mouth for
months!"

"Shiori! Nerg?i! They're breaking down the gate!"

Shiori looked down. Sure enough -- the main army had decided to launch an
assault while the Eastern warriors were busy fighting off Amazons on top of
the wall. Some of the Nordic shieldmaidens had managed to produce a colossal,
gilded battering ram, and were banging it against the main gate.

"I'll deal with them," Nerg?i said, making short work of the two Amazons she
was fighting by executing a flawless roundhouse kick that sent them soaring
over the edge of the wall, and proceeded to head down the steps to the bottom
level.

She rummaged through her arsenal of arrows and eventually found what she was
looking for -- a quiver of the five-pronged arrows known in Mongolia as
"iron-busters". These arrows were known only to the most seasoned
horse-archers, and it was said that only two people in the world knew how to
make them.

She took up her stand in front of the gate, placed a barbed arrow on the
string of her bow and took careful aim.

The enormous gates were struck off their hinges and fell to the ground, and
the massive gilded ram's head appeared in the reddish torchlight, gleaming
like a demon from hell. Soon thereafter, a shieldmaiden materialized out of
the darkness -- a stout blond Vikingess wearing a form-fitting breastplate, a
knee-length skirt, furry shoulder pads and a great, horned helmet. The busty
Norsewoman drew her axe and charged forward with a deafening battle cry.

Nerg?i let go of the string.

*THWACK!* The five-pronged arrow lodged itself in the middle of the shield-
maiden's breastplate, right between her sizable, iron-clad mammaries.
Suddenly, each prong on the arrow sprung two extra prongs, standing out
horizontally on each side. This unexpected second impact was devastating --
with a chorus of eardrum-piercing metallic sounds several things happened
simultaneously: the Nordic babe's breastplate burst into shrapnel and took the
rest of her clothing with it, and the immense impact sent the big-breasted
bimbo flying backwards, flattening her against the battering ram's forehead.
For a few seconds, the naked shieldmaiden remained plastered to the massive
ram's head, arms and legs extended in the shape of an X, after which an errant
gust of wind peeled her off and dumped her onto the ground.

The other shieldmaidens froze in their tracks, but the furious cries of their
chieftain urged them forward. Reluctantly, they too drew their battleaxes and
charged blindly on.

"Your loss," Nerg?i said, and fired off a volley of iron-busters toward the
oncoming foes. Four shieldmaidens were struck in their armor-clad chests, and
a moment later, their breastplates exploded in a cloud of metallic shards,
flinging their naked bodies in four different directions. This proved too much
for the others, who promptly turned tail and ran.

Nerg?i, however, was not about to let them off that easily. Three five-pronged
arrows soon came whistling through the air and burrowed into the backs of
their breastplates. When the extra prongs came out, the busty blond babes were
thrown forwards instead of backwards, and ended up smashing chest-first into
the section of the wall located above the gate. There were audible *SPLAT!*
sounds as the bodacious barbarians' melon-sized boobs were mashed flat against
the masonwork, and the three women remained plastered to the wall for a good
while -- big white butts twitching from shock and pain -- before they finally
fell to the ground in crumpled piles.

"Give 'em hell, Nerg?i!" Wei-Ling cheered from atop the wall, swinging a
wailing, naked Amazon around by her ankle.

Meanwhile, Shiori and Callipygia's duel was drawing to an end -- their swords
had entangled themselves in each other above their heads and were now engaged
in a complicated push-and-pull that in all likelihood would end with one
weapon being wrestled out of its owner's hands. Shiori's eyes were burning
with rage. Callipygia's, on the other hand, were alive with what looked
unmistakably like sexual excitement.

"Let's up the stakes a little," the Amazon queen said in her sultry voice, and
promptly shoved her enormous breasts into Shiori's. Suddenly, the duel was
stuck in two forms of deadlock -- blades and tits fighting separate battles.
The red-haired giant smiled victoriously as her considerably larger breasts
were forcing the Asian's modest mammaries back against her ribcage.

"The moral of this little story: never enter into a breast duel with an
Amazon!" Callipygia laughed, but was quickly struck silent when an unexpected
force started to push back against her treasured super-sized assets. Shiori's
eyes gleamed, and now it was her time to smile. The Japanese woman's breasts
had suddenly grown hard as rocks, and the Westerner's proud boobs were
retreating like deflating airbags.

"Pathetic," Shiori grunted, and with a final breast shove, knocked the
imposing Goliath off her balance long enough for the other deadlock to be
resolved in the process. The Amazon's jagged greatsword went spiraling away
into the distance, and the busty redhead was left unarmed and exposed in her
-- now rather pathetic-looking -- iron bikini.

Callipygia made a terrified, mewling sound, and her face colored. Shiori
smiled triumphantly, and placed the tip of her no-dachi against the statuesque
Amazon's white chin.

"Well, well, well," the Japanese woman purred, "I think the moral is this:
size doesn't matter, it only slows your down. And that goes for swords," here
she nimbly cut off the Amazon's chainmail bra and let it fall to the floor,
"as well as boobs."

Callipygia's treasured breasts were now on full display -- full, ripe and
round as beach balls. Shiori circled each stiff, pink nipple with her razor-
sharp edge. The Amazon queen breathed nervously, and sweat was pouring down
her forehead.

"I s-surrender to you, Oriental swordswoman. If you only spare my perfect
breasts, I will... I will do whatever you please. I can... s-satisy you in all
the ways of love, with my tongue... and with the rest of my body!"

Shiori laughed, and gave the pleading barbarian a sharp rap on her tit, making
it jiggle delightfully.

"Actually, I have other plans for you. Turn around."

Swallowing anxiously, Callipygia turned around, exchanging the view of her
breasts for an equally perfect view of her delectable, thong-clad derriere.

"Bend over."

The Amazon queen obeyed, bending at the waist until her hands touched her
toes, and stretching her curvaceous tush to a maddeningly perfect advantage.

Shiori looked around, and found what she was looking for: the Amazon banner, a
ragged flag suspended from a thick, wooden ten-foot-pole, lying discarded
beneath its unconscious carrier. Shiori pulled it out, and tore off the flag.
She then slid the cross-shaped flag holder on the top of the pole under
Callipygia's tight chainmail panties -- right above her dimpled crack --
hooking it stuck. After securing the pole in a hole near the bulwark, she then
began to raise the pole, quickly sliding the redhead into a merciless wedgie
as the chainmail began to sink into all of her most sensitive parts.

Callipygia's eyes widened to the size of saucers and she raised an
ear-piercing wail as the chainmail wedgie ate into her heart-shaped tushie and
left red circular imprints on her burning snatch.

"Ooh, I bet that dumb slut regrets wearing her iron panties now!" Wei-Ling
chuckled.

"AAOOHHHH!! L-LET ME DOWN!! OOHHH!! THIS IS U-U-UNBEARABLE!!" Callipygia
wailed as she was lifted higher and higher into the air.

Soon, every soldier in the Western army could see her dangling from the banner
pole -- the proud queen of the Amazons spinning around like a squealing
trophy, spinning slowly from left to right to provide alternate views of her
jiggling tits and chainmail-flossed rump.

The public humiliation of the Amazon chieftain became especially symbolic,
since Wei-Ling had just thrown the unconscious bodies of the last two Amazons
over the edge of the wall, and Callipygia's whole unit was now officially
vanquished. Once again, the morale of the Western army was plummeting.

"Hey, Nerg?i, how are you doing down there?" Shiori cried to her friend.

"Never better," the Mongol answered in a chipper tone. "These big blond ones
are like sitting ducks -- you're missing out!"

Forty naked shieldmaidens were littered around the broken gate, and the rest
were fleeing in panic from the all-powerful iron-busters. A few of them had
managed to rotate the battering ram around, and were now hiding behind it like
a barricade -- in the process blocking the gate passage so that their less
cautious friends had no escape route. Nerg?i was now picking the latter ones
off like flies, blasting breastplates to smithereens and sending naked blondes
screaming through the air.

"Yeah, she'll be all right," Wei-Ling remarked, and turned her eyes back on
the army on the other side.

"Wei-Ling, look!"

In the East, a pale yellow glow was rising steadily from the horizon. Dawn was
approaching, and the sun would soon follow.

"The sun rises in the East," Shiori mused. "It's a sign."

By now, the army beneath them was so disorganized that another retreat seemed
inevitable. One by one, regiments were breaking off and beginning to run back
the way they came, to the great consternation of their officers.

"Should we help them on their way?" Wei-Ling asked, breaking into a beaming
smile.

When the two Eastern warriors appeared, with the dawn flaring up behind them,
the whole army was set in motion. The retreat was tearing up a massive cloud
of dust, through which shrieks and cries for help could be heard everywhere.

But regardless of appearances, the battle was far from over. Soon, the
silhouettes of three women, walking in a perfect line, could be made out
through the fog. When a wind cleared the dust away, three of Mariana LeFoy's
champions were standing alone on the field, with their receding army far
behind them.

To the left was Helena the Green, brandishing her beautifully ornate sword,
whose hilt was shaped like a shower of flower petals. To the right was Alexia
the blue, wielding a small gladius-type sword and a round shield. And in the
center was none other than Leocadia the Purple, who was resting a particularly
conspicious sword against her shoulders.

It was "Blue Wind."

"So your incompetent assassins were not completely useless, after all,"
Wei-Ling said, keeping her calm.

"Are you referring to this?" Leocadia asked, casually swinging around her
weapon. "I've seen swords of better make. However, it will make a fine
addition to Lady Mariana's treasury."

"Release Lady Rowena to us, and we will grant you both a merciful death!"
Alexia bellowed.

"I'm afraid your friend Rowena is all tied up at the moment," Shiori replied.

"Yes, I'm afraid things have been a bit hard on her end," Wei-Ling added. "Her
rear end, I mean."

"Savages!" Helena roared.

"Calm down, Helena, you'll get your vengeance in a moment," Leocadia said.
"Where is your Mongolian henchwoman? Did she fall off the wall?"

"I'll tell her you called her that," Shiori replied, smirking. "She won't be
very pleased."

"Actually, Nerg?i is doing very well," Wei-Ling filled in. "I think she's
currently turning your Nordic platoon into tit mince."

As if to corroborate this story, a lone shieldmaiden came flying over the wall
and crashed chest-first into the ground between the two Easterners. She
groaned and then fainted, remaining face-down in the mud with her arched,
naked booty mooning the sky.

"No more insults! Let's kill this insolent yellow wench!" Alexia cried out.

"Three against two -- should be over in a minute," Helena agreed, twirling her
sword through the air.

Leocadia immediately walked up to Wei-Ling and pointed the sacred sword at
her. Its edge glew as powerfully as when Wei-Ling had first encountered it.
The knight smiled, raised the blade and... found it impossible to swing.

"ENOUGH."

Leocadia looked around her, bewildered. There was no one nearby who could have
spoken, yet the voice was coming from her immediate vicinity.

"W-Who is this?" she stammered.

"IT IS I, BLUE WIND, THE SWORD YOU CARRY IN YOUR HANDS."

"Y-You can speak?"

"I AM A SWORD OF THE GODS. NO HUMAN CAN WIELD ME UNLESS I ALLOW IT. WEI- LING
OF THE WIND-BEATEN WASTES HAS RECEIVED MY CALL. YOU HAVE NOT."

"But th-this is nonsense!" Leocadia stammered, dropping the speaking sword on
the ground. "You are just a sword! A tool!"

"I AM BLUE WIND, AND I HAVE A WILL OF MY OWN." The sword promptly picked
itself up and floated vertically up into the air, as if wielded by a ghost.
"BY CLAIMING ME FOR YOUR OWN, WESTERNER, YOU HAVE DEFILED ME. NOW YOU MUST PAY
THE PRICE!"

Shrieking with terror, Leocadia drew her other sword, which was instantly
turned into splinters by the sentient blade in front of her. With a litany of
singing wind-like noises, "Blue Wind" began swirling like a metal tornado
around the baffled villainess. The glowing edge must have performed dozens of
expertly-aimed cuts per second, each time removing something from the knight's
defenseless body -- her scabbard, her golden leggings, her shoulder pads, her
pegasus-adorned breastplate, and finally her tunic.

"Help! HEEELP!" the knight whined, as her clothing had been reduced to a pair
of tiny linen undershorts and a bra, but the sword just continued in its
unstoppable rampage. With a quick cut, it severed her long golden ponytail
(which fell to the ground with an audible PLOFF!), and then danced downwards,
reducing Leocadia's undergarments to little strips in the process.

The purple knight squealed when she discovered that her perky boobs and
honey-colored bush were on display, but the sword was not finished. Like a
whirlwind of well-aimed swats and jabs, it danced around the naked bad girl's
body, whipping her milky tits so that they jiggled madly up and down, slapping
her cheeks, shaving her privates until they were completely smooth and
glistening, spanking her pert rump until it was high red, and occasionally
forcing her up on her toes with a naughty prick up her tush.

Wei-Ling was roaring with laughter at the sight, and the other three
combatants could not help but stop their fight to observe, slack-jawed, what
was happening.

Eventually, the proud Leocadia had been so thoroughly pounded by the sentient
weapon that virtually every inch of her was glowing pink, red or blue. At this
point, the sword soared back up into the air and bellowed down upon the
disgraced knight:

"YOUR PUNISHMENT IS COMPLETE. BUT THE SENTENCE TO BE PASSED BY YOUR ENEMIES ON
EARTH REMAINS."

"W-W-What!? N-no-" Leocadia began, but was swiftly silenced when "Blue Wind"
slammed its hilt into the back of her head, sending her falling flat to the
ground. The sword flew over to Wei-Ling, and settled itself in her hand.

"All right, well, this is from ME," Wei-Ling said, and fired off a whip-hard
kick right up between the white woman's parted legs. Her boot plunged deep
into the villainess's smooth, hairless pussy, and slammed into her pubic bone
with an agonizing CRUNCH! Leocadia whimpered, almost noiselessly, and then
passed out with her face in the mud.

When the other two knights saw that Wei-Ling and Blue Wind, now merged into
one fighting entity, was headed their way, they nervously regrouped so that
Helena was facing Shiori and Alexia assigned to Wei-Ling. The Easterners went
for a pincer tactic, and had soon forced the Westerners to give up so much
space that they soon stood back to back, butts intimately pressed against each
other.

"Nowhere to go, girls," Wei-Ling chirped.

"L-Lady Ophelia will have your heads for this!" Alexia stammered.

"She's welcome to try. In fact, I look forward to meeting her," Shiori
replied, swinging her enormous no-dachi through the air. "But now, let's get
you girls out of that bulky armour."

The Asian warriors began to slash the air around the anxious Westerners,
sending colored strips of metal and ribbons of cloth dancing through the air,
until the two Europeans were as naked as the day they were born. With two
synchronized cuts, they reduced their foes' gilded blades to shards, freeing
up the Westerners' hands to prudishly cover up their breasts and bushes.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Wei-Ling asked her friend, while they
were inspecting the shivering white bodies displayed in front of them.

"Of course. Let's do it!"

Perfectly in synch, the two Easterners suddenly lunged forward and grabbed
their respective enemies by her hair -- "OOWW!!" "AAHH!!" -- spun them around,
and then shoved them breast-first into each other with a satisfying, fleshy
SMACK! Helena's larger mammaries smashed into Alexia's smaller pyramids, and
their sweaty hips lashed against each other with equal force. The additional
pressure put on their heads forced the two Westerners' faces into each other,
and their lips were mashed together in a caricature of a make-out session.
Immediately, both Helena's and Alexia's eyes shot up with a confused,
terrified glow that nonetheless bore the unmistakable trace of sexual
excitement -- was this a long-repressed fantasy that they had both long
wrestled with?

"Come on, grind those sweaty cooches up against each other too," Wei-Ling
chuckled, playfully jabbing the tip of "Blue Wind" into the dark cleft of
young Alexia's round, pert derriere. With a girlish "ooh!" the girl instantly
pushed up her crotch, and after Helena had been forced to reciprocate, the
sexual tension had been cranked up to even greater levels.

Shiori picked up the discarded belts from the ground. She tied one around the
white girls' waists and the other around their ankles. Wei-Ling used
Leocadia's golden leggings to add additional bondage around their necks and
knees.

"How cute they look," Shiori cooed, giving Helena's round, freckled ass a
spank with her sword that caused the delectable buns to shiver like white
flans.

"Mmmppggh!!" the green knight responded -- Wei-Ling was still forcing the
knights to continue their public kiss.

"Ohoy there!" A cry could be heard from afar.

They turned to the East, where Shiori was standing in the middle of the gate.
Nearby, the battering ram lay in burning wooden splinters, and even further
away, a pile of naked shieldmaidens had been erected. The Nordic unit had been
crushed, except for a single person -- the chieftain -- who was running as
fast as she could toward Mariana's camp.

"Aren't you going to take her down?" Shiori cried out.

"No," Nerg?i replied. "Always leave a messenger. Preferably in her
underpants."

And this Nerg?i had done -- the stout blonde stumbling her way into the
distance was wearing nothing but a tiny fur thong that cleaved her bodacious
ass like a great, jiggling split peach.

A moment later, the first crimson rays of the sun appeared in the East.

***

Upon hearing news of the retreat, Mariana was so infuriated that she threw her
goblet into a wall, staining her luxurious bed with large, ugly splashes of
wine.

"All THREE of them!?" she roared. "How is it that not just my entire army, but
even my knights, have turned out such a sad bunch of incompetent fools?"

"My lady," Isabel the high priestess said in a consolatory voice, "surely this
is a sign that we had overestimated the favour with which the benevolent
Goddess of Light look upon our war. We must try to placate her with prayers
before we try again!"

"Silence, you simpering hypocrite," the sorceress growled. "No, there is only
one course of action left. I had hoped to be able to hold it off until further
into our campaign, but I see now that it must be done now. The summoning must
begin."

"No! My lady, I implore you to reconsider!" Isabel pleaded.

"Summoning is costly, and it will require a lot of gold," the sorceress said,
ignoring her priestess.

"Gold that my house will be more than happy to provide," the duchess Vittoria
purred. "In return for future... privileges, of course."

"Agreed. Summon Lady Ritsa to my tent immediately. I will aid her with all the
summoning spells that I have at my disposal."

"My lady, if I may," a voice said. The company turned around and saw the last
shieldmaiden standing in the entrance to the tent, hiding her near-naked body
behind a wooden shield. "I am Lady Sif, warrior princess of the North. I was
the chieftain of the shieldmaidens, and the only woman to return from the
ill-fated assault on the Eastern gate."

"The poorly organized assault, you mean," Ophelia snorted. "Tell me why we
shouldn't string you up and flog the skin off your useless bottom, you
incompetent Northern brute!"

"Because I am a priestess of the old Norse religion," Sif replied, pulling out
a round silver symbol and holding it up. It was encircled with runes, and the
middle had been carved into an image of a warhammer. "If you give me a full
day to prepare, ten wagon loads of gold, and the most precious personal
sacrifice you can muster, I can open the gates of Valhalla for you."

"No! I will not stand for this heathenism-!" Isabel cried, appalled.

"Agreed!" Mariana said with steely authority. "Begin preparations at once."

Suddenly, there was a great commotion in the Western camp, and spirits began
to soar. The West had lost the battle of swords, but the war was now about to
enter into the next phase.

Gazing longingly toward the Eastern sunrise, Mariana stood musing to herself:

"My army has been crippled, and all my champions save for one humiliated. But
tomorrow, I will return with a host of beings culled from every corner of the
occult universe. I will crush the East with fire and water, air and earth, and
I will found the world's first supernatural empire on its ruins! Tomorrow,
using the darkest magicks I can muster, the sun WILL RISE IN THE WEST!"

TO BE CONTINUED