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Ophelia screamed in pain at the intrusion, but it wasn’t enough to knock her off of Rowena.

So Rowena bucked and bucked, until Ophelia grabbed onto what was left of the raven-haired beauty’s corset to try to pull herself up her back, away from the offending hilt.

This was too much for the already-stretched fabric of the corset, and with a loud tear, Ophelia had made Rowena every bit as nude as she was!

Rowena rolled away, and got to her feet. Ophelia, too, got to her feet, but slower. Her belly and breasts were now hanging loose—again! This was too much to take. She ...

Then, she bucked as hard as she could, putting her head and shoulders down. Ophelia screamed in agony as she slid down her opponent and the hilt made contact right between her cheeks.

Rowena looked desperately around for something to help her situation. That’s when she noticed the position of the hilt of her sword, firmly embedded in the wooden fencepost.

“I….I will not!” Rowna replied. “So be it!” Ophelia laughed, pulling so hard on the panties that they tore clean off, brutalizing poor Rowena’s backside and womanhood as they did.

Taking out her rage for all the humiliations and slaps with the flat of the sword, Ophelia poured her anger into each spank, and it was enough to bring Rowena to tears. “Yield!”

Ophelia dodged to the side, leaving the blade to get lodged in a fencepost behind her. The force of the swing dropped Rowena to her knees. Ophelia saw her opportunity, and pounced into action, straddling her fallen foe, and returning the favor of pulling her panties sharply into her nethers. With her other hand, she smacked her opponent’s bouncing buttocks.

Ophelia dodged to the side, leaving the blade to get lodged in a fencepost behind her. The force of the swing dropped Rowena to her knees.

But before she could act, Rowena started an overhead attack, she hoped to knock her out with the flat of the blade, as this wasn’t intended to be lethal combat.

The white knight was fuming and embarrassed in equal measure. She had already retreated. There was no way she was going to let this raven-haired bitch defeat her!

With one forceful tug of the sword’s hilt, Ophelia’s last stitch of clothing ripped under pressure, leaving her completely nude. The reddened indentation of her girdle and its boning striped her fat belly, as if to measure it and proclaim its girth.

“Let me go!” Ophelia whined, to the amusement of the many spectators that had followed the two across the river, sensibly using the bridge instead of wading through the stream.

Ophelia continued up onto the grass, headed toward a farm. Well, maybe not so much to the farm, as away from Rowena, who still occasionally got close enough to land a slap on her flank with the flat of her epic, two-handed blade. Ophelia succeeded at increasing the distance, hoping to get some relief. That’s when Rowena saw a new opportunity. She snagged the waist of her Opponent’s white panties and hoisted.

Reacting to the slaps, Ophelia let out a pathetic little squeal as she tried to keep ahead of Rowena, who was enjoying punishing her defeated opponent, and didn’t want to catch her until this parade of spanks was over. Ophelia ran right out the town gate, and toward the river.

Then, for reasons obscure to all but her, she completely ignored the bridge and tried to wade across the stream. While it wasn’t deep, and seemed clear, it was only a few steps before the silt at the bottom swallowed up her boots. Rowena regretted going after her, as the same thing happened to her. 

The spectators, meanwhile, who had been following at a leisurely pace, simply walked over the bridge and caught up with the two combatants as Ophelia removed her white leather boots t...

With so much of her free and jiggling, Ophelia’s run slowed down. This enabled the spectators to follow her, but also enabled Rowena to catch up enough to apply several spanks on the ample behind in front of her with the flat of her blade. Rowena smiled, knowing she had conquered this vaunted opponent. Of course she would win. She reminded herself of her favorite confidence booster, “the black knight always triumphs.”

The spectators followed, the hilarious parade led by a supposedly formidable knight, stripped to her boots and underwear, her soft body jiggling as she jogged away from her tormentor—another formidable knight, still wearing a bra and corset more than her foe, and taking glee in spanking the white-pantied backside with the flat of her black sword.

The sides of the distended fabric whipped outward as Ophelia’s ample belly escaped its bone-stiffened linen prison. Ophelia nearly tripped over her own feet in embarrassment as her various bulges and soft spots threw off their shackles and expanded into the clear light of day, as the open corset slid down the front of her body.

Rowena gave chase, swinging her long sword at the unarmed woman’s remaining clothing. Most swings proved to be too far to touch, but one auspicious slice caught the laces of Ophelia’s girdle.

...she ran.

Working hard tonight

Rendering like crazy to keep the posts coming.  There are some new little twists to how the story unfolds that I enjoy, and hope you will, too, when you see it.  I know the plot arc, but even still, I can surprise myself with the way it unfolds.

My method on this story has been to do the art first.  That way, I don't put myself in a scenario that works in text but won't look good, or pushes past my skills and technology.  I look at the position of the various compone...

She dropped the hilt of the broken blade and did the first thing that came to her mind...

But Rowena had the force of so much hostility that she shattered Ophelia’s blade. The white knight watched in horror as the pieces went flying.

Rowena had suffered enough. She took a huge, rage-fueled swing at her opponent. Ophelia dropped to her knees for the parry, as she had made Rowena before.

“Wait, turn around again,” Ophelia taunted, noticing, “you’re all scratched up. Wait. Are those nettles in your underwear? Is that why they’re sagging like that? I didn’t even do that to you. Who has been bullying you, oh, brave and potent knight?”

Rowena’s belly burst proudly out of the prison that had been restraining it. She looked down at her utter exposure. Her panties were the last vestige of modesty, and even they were her enemy right now.

Ophelia had maneuvered her blade under the parry, and was dragging its tip down the front of the corset, tearing into the overstuffed garment.

“Finish her!” came a call from Marianna. Rowena’s other hand flew back to her sword hilt, but not in time.

“Finish her!” came a call from Marianna. Rowena’s other hand flew back to her sword hilt, but not in time.

Rowena blushed, and instinctively reached one arm across her chest to cover herself.

“Those are some floppy excuses for breasts, compared to THESE perky mountains!” Ophelia said, as she threw her shoulders back to demonstrate. Rowena was dumbstruck, not so much by Ophelia’s display as the momentary realization of how exposed she was. 

“Kinky,” Ophelia teased, “I hope you’re a masochist, because I’m going to kick your fat ass!”

Rowena didn’t have time for a comeback—Ophelia had robbed her of her tights, and knocked her to her knees with a series of powerful overhead attacks. Then, ever so deftly, she slipped the twin blade of her sword between Rowena’s shoulder and her bra straps, causing her pale breasts to fall out. 

Ophelia was fuming. She had to get revenge! With a furious flurry of strikes, she managed to sever the straps of Rowena’s breastplate, revealing her studded leather corset.

”Not so confident now, are you?” Rowena taunted.