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“Well, that’s 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,” Marianna said.

“As for the mystery, the Foxglove ‘sisters’ as I hear them called are neither. They were two foundlings, dropped off at the Tower of Arcana about a year apart. Foundlings aren’t an unusual occurrence. Parents without means drop off their children, and they are raised to cook, clean, and serve the sorceresses. But these two were terrible servants; they were always being punished for eating what was meant for the sorceresses. And then, one day, at 11 years old or so, Selena manifested p...

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 emptiness—they felt weak. Is this what those without magic felt like?

But spectators on the ground couldn’t feel that; instead, they noticed something else. In the place of the two svelte vixens they had been looking at were a pair of plump, cornfed women in clothes that seemed too tight for them. They had the same features as the attractive sorceresses, but their bodies were thick, heavyset. While there was perhaps nothing out of the ordinary about this, it was shocking to the Foxgloves, who had built a terrifying and mysterious reputation as two slender and...

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.

“Yes, your thoughts are correct.  I’m using them to drain what pathetic powers you have. Don’t worry dears, I’ll take good care of the amulets, and your pathetic excuse for magic. It will be as a drop in the ocean of the powers I command. You’ll be normal, without magical talent. Yet I sense that what scares you more is what comes next…when I take them away!” With a sharp gesture, the pendants broke or slipped or phased, Selena was not sure which, from the necks of the sist...

The suspended sorceresses looked at each other nervously as Marianna continued. “Oh, I hear your desire to reach for your wands. You can’t, but perhaps I’ll take them for safekeeping anyway.”

With that, Fiona’s small wand and Selena’s larger wand took flight and came to Marianna, who, with a magic gesture, secreted them away somewhere unseen.

“I see you’re still where I left you, Marianna taunted. “It’s not as if you’re sorceresses who could have managed an escape. You are weak, I am strong, and that’s why you’re up there.”

“She continued, it has been so long since I last saw you back in Misty Isles. You’ve grown, although, in some ways, you seem smaller. Of course, you’d flee to a new land; your disgrace was absolute. Tossed out into the swamp with hardly a stitch on your backs. Such is the way when you fail at the Tower of Arcana… But it seems, you didn’t leave empty handed. Tabitha, Mistress of Illusion thought that she had perhaps misplaced a pair of powerful amulets. But she didn’t, did she?”<...

Still suspended over the town square, the Foxglove sisters found new mobility, and were even able to speak. They turned toward one another. “What’s happening, Fiona?” Selena asked, desperately. “She’s back, and she’s loosening the magic bonds. Maybe she thinks we’ve suffered up here long enough” 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 Vittoria’s.

Marianna came back to the town square, where the Foxglove Sisters had been left levitating over the scaffold, unable to move anything but their heads and eyes. While Marianna’s magic had restricted them to grunts and other noises someone wearing a gag might be able to accomplish, she now loosened it to give them freedom of speech. She wanted them to have all their faculties for what she planned for them.

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“I still have a bad feeling about that mucky pig.” Ophelia said, in much more subdued tones so as not to anger the sorceress. Mollified, Marianna spoke softly, “Never fear, Ophelia, you’re still my white knight, but now, I have a black knight as well.”

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. “Let’s go and get you cleaned up,” the duchess whispered.

“ENOUGH!” Marianna shouted. Raisin her voice was rare. Those who knew her trembled for a moment. “I have proclaimed, and so shall it be done."

“But I soundly vanquished her!” Ophelia fumed. I don’t want to have to share the glory of our great campaign with this incompetent hog.

“Actually,” Marianna replied, taking pleasure in asserting her power, “she 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.”

“It’s over,” shouted Marianna from the stands, secretly jealous. “Let her go.” Reluctantly, Ophelia dismounted her mud-slopped opponent, and climbed to her feet.

While Rowena felt humiliated, Ophelia ignored her own nudity and took the pose of a victor. “I’m glad that’s over. I beat this fat loser. So send her on her way so I don’t have to see her ugly face anymore,” she said, angry at the indignities she had suffered in conquering Rowena.

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“I won’t take no for an answer!” Ophelia declared, hoping to force Rowena to talk, breathe, or otherwise move her lips.

“Nmmmph…no!” Rowena didn’t want to admit defeat, but giving into this haughty cow’s demands would be too humiliating. She had to end this. Unfortunately, her arms were immobilized, she could barely breathe, and her legs were too far away to easily kick at Ophelia.

“Arm weee---eld.” “What did you say?” “Imf semf I yee-eld” “Oh, I like that. Say it again, “ Ophelia giggled, wiggling on her opponent’s face.

“Immf Yeeeeeeld. Yield. I yield!”

But fortune is fickle in combat. Ophelia landed a very solid punch to her opponent’s jaw, stunning her. Soon, she had a hold of Rowena’s arm, pinned her other arm with her leg, sat her backside right down on Rowena’s face, and used her free hand to deliver occasional slaps to her breasts and belly.

“Kiss me!” Ophelia demanded, as she bucked against Rowena’s face. “Mmmph! N-no!”  was all Rowena could manage as a reply, and even these puffs of air sent shivers down Ophelia’s spine.

But fortune is fickle in combat. Ophelia landed a very solid punch to her opponent’s jaw, stunning her.

Soon, Rowena had the upper hand, and was holding her down and hitting her with powerful punches.

But as she tried to pin Rowena in the muck, she was caught by surprise with a headscissors hold.

and, standing up, leveraged her to the ground with it.

Rowena threw another punch as Ophelia tried to climb to her feet, but instead, she caught her arm…

Shifting her weight, Rowena hurled the white knight into the pigpen.

As Ophelia picked her face out of what she hoped was mud, Rowena taunted, “Who’s the pig now?” “You both are!” came some voice from the crowd. “That’s an insult to those poor pigs!” another anonymous voice shouted.

Rowena, her feelings clearly hurt, jumped to her feet and charged to the fence to confront Ophelia.

The blonde tried to punch her, but instead, Rowena blocked and pulled her forward by her arm. “You’re not fooling anyone, they can see clearly ever since your girdle came off. You’re fatter than I am. If I’m a pig, you must be a cow.” She was panting and clearly desperate to produce a witty comeback, but instead, that was all she could muster.

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."

Rowena landed in the mud with a splat, one of her feet still caught on the fence.

A pig, uncomfortably close to her face, squealed at this intrusion. Ophelia cheered, “Ha, right in the mud with the pigs where you belong!” Judging by the laughs and comments from the crowd, they seemed to agree.

As she missed, her momentum threw her past Ophelia. Ophelia tripped her as she passed, and shoved her elbow into the black knight’s 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.

Stripped of her weapons and clothing, Rowena resorted to the use of her fists.

“Wow, look at that cow!” someone shouted from the crowd. Both girls blushed, uncertain to whom the comment referred.