There was a rustle in the night's treetops. This wouldn't normally be a concern given that there was a half dozen women leaping through their branches, but these were kunoichi. Female ninjas specializing in moving fast and quiet, to the point where the more capable among them (namely these) could move so carefully that they could even snuff out natural noises nearby.
This rustle had to mean a noisier, clumsier presence, and before the rearguard of their squad could react, she was grabbed by the ankle and yanked down from her perch. She hardly got a yelp out before their pursuers pulled her away, and the first girl to look back at them felt a tug at her hair and was yanked straight into the air by it.
The girls redoubled their speed and efforts, but were treated to the same fate. Two of the short haired kunoichi were grabbed by the heads together and pulled off course. One more was suddenly struck and sent flying off in the opposite direction. Finally, their leader was grabbed in a darting tackle from the shadows, hardly feeling it before she was slammed into a tree. Her attacker let her drop to the forest floor as a trio of haughty, feminine voices laughed, catching the scroll that fell from her tightly clinging arms as the ninjette fell limp.
With sunlight now pouring from between the same trees, the scene was quite different. The scroll was long gone, but the girls remained. They were all securely roped or chained to the trees, stripped naked and each with “Surrender Katsumi” written over their bodies.
Speaking of, Katsumi looked up at the figures, observing them as a pair of other girls carefully cut them down and helped them descend, still out cold.
“Not the first time,” Katsumi frowned. Her fellow kunoichi Ryoko nodded, a taller, darker haired girl.
"The Valkeries have been hitting a lot of our smaller villages," Ryoko confirmed. "Ever since you ruined their troops a few months back, they've been tracking down and wiping out whatever they can find about us."
Katsumi growled a bit at this, fending off a few small troops herself since then but not expecting they'd gotten to this scale. She also noticed she never saw the same face twice on her jobs, content that she was humiliating and scaring all her targets off on her first encounters.
"I don't think these are the usual troops you handled last time, either," Ryoko observed. "These kunoichi were skilled. Nothing a regular valkyrie could have taken down, especially on their own turf." Katsumi had to agree with that. They didn't put any of the rookie girls on scroll duty, just the top and sharpest girls. At the very least, they'd have realized they were outgunned and vanished with the artifact if they thought the trouble was too much for them and their traps. No woman she'd encountered on the Valkerie force could travel as quickly as a trained kunoichi, especially not in the forest.
"Not as chatty as usual, I see," Ryoko observed, Katsumi nodding again.
"Just thinking up ways to pay them back for this insulting injustice."
"And how do you mean to find out who did this? And how?"
"Not my concern, right now," Katsumi replied. "It was my job to protect the scroll too, after all. I just need to find out where they went. I put a tracer ninjutsu on it, so I can follow its chi trail back to Greece and whoever took it is going to pay."
"Greece?" Ryoko inquired.
"Little off of Greece, anyway. Small island."
"And how do you plan on getting there without-" Ryoko looked up, but apparently by the time she got her few words out, Katsumi had already vanished. "Hyper little thing, when she gets her mind set on something," she mused.
Valkeria waited with hands folded at the desk. All the way up the ladder, she was the one in charge of the Valkyrie Corps. Considered the toughest mercenary band one could hope to afford, they had brought her plenty of profit for her, even while funding all their vehicles, travel, weapons and ammo as their backer. But that was some time ago that they made the numbers work in their favor.
Her main commanders were behind her, Victoria and Allison. Each had headed her best units, and each had battled with Katsumi with a full squad and lost. Allison failed to best Katsumi on her mountainous homeland, and Victoria's prideful kidnapping and assault on vigilantes had led Katsumi to destroy their headquarters.
Valkeria normally just funded them and let them do as they pleased, apart from finding them the occasional mission. The little ninja's interference had ruined too much of their gear and assets.
Hence this meeting. Marie was across the office meeting table, Valkeria's brunette rival since as long as she could remember. She remembered working out all day and night in highschool just to outdo her at cheerleading practice. She'd hated her then, and did now, still gorgeous and well dressed and smug about all of it.
"Come again?" Valkeria insisted.
Marie smiled radiantly as she sat up from her chair. "I'm suggesting we merge our units. I could just buy you out by paying off all your debts and looting your mercs and your gear, but come now! Your girls could use some more practice, of course, and better equipment than you provided. Which is of course where I come in!"
Victoria and Allison managed to hide their distaste in the idea, though Valkeria didn't have to as their employer.
"I've got the finances and the technology to turn them into REAL fighters... while you don't," she chimed, getting Valkeria to turn outright red out of embarassment and anger. "I could also use you to micromanage them under me, since I'm only used to handling my Sirens unit. Only twenty-something of them, compared to your hundred or whatever it is. AND while your place and gear is in ruins, I've got a lovely setup waiting for them. Multiple headquarters around the globe wherever they're stationed, and a mobile battle cruiser." At this she hit a remote to show several shots of a blueprint and assorted photos of the vessel in question. "She's loaded with the best of guns, missles, cannons, and even steel armor, deadly long and short range. Something that would make the actual U.S military jealous!"
Valkeria gave her girls a sour glance for their thoughts. They returned with short nods in agreement with her expression. The leader held up a hand for Marie to stop as she opened her mouth to interrupt, but then she went to the next slide. There, Katsumi was in a closeup in full motion, kicking out two Valkerie troops while a hand whipped a chain around a third's neck. A fourth woman in the backround ran off in scraps that were the remains of her clothing, bare butt facing the camera.
The women react instantaneously, Valkeria jumping most of the way out of her seat. She grabs for Victoria's hand, who was busy shivering and covering herself as if she feared her clothes would fall right off of her if she let go. Allison fell over backward in shock, eyes wide open and unable to fight back a scream of surprise, a hand going to her ass as she felt phantom spanking pains echoing in her rump.
Marie laughed lightly, skipping to another slide of her in action. They went through assorted shots of her in combat (one caught her in mid-flip with her panties flashing right for the camera, another had her clearly aware of the shot being taken and making a cutey face with her tongue out as she squashed another opponent in a head scissor.
"You see, I happen to have gathered a lot of intelligence thanks to all your failures. We've tracked this one down, and know the whereabouts of this Katsumi girl that's made such fools out of you at every turn. If you're interested, of course. And if you're still scared of your cute little boogeyman, I can make it that much simpler. Don't even have to be near her. I've a missile on my ship, can take her out from miles away."
The Valkyries regroup a bit, getting back up as Marie spoke and looked to eachother, the offer for vengeance surprising but tempting.
"More importantly, I also happen to have this." Marie snapped her fingers, a large panel in one of the walls pulling open. There's a brief gust of wind from the outside as in fly three women in unmistakable superhero outfits (as if the flying weren't enough proof). Super Lady wore a skintight blue spandex, a red cape flowing behind her alongside her smooth, long black hair. Tight, lean muscles twitched as she folded her arms upon her entry. Despite her name, she did appear only in her late 20s. Wonder Lady oozed authority, wearing a golden breastplate and white-starred blue leotard underneath. The third was Power Woman, a curvy woman with short blond hair and a massive chest, complemented by hip-hugging white leather and an open circle in the breast of the outfit to show off her cleavage. In the eye-catching cleavage, she had tucked away a tube holding an old-looking scroll, keeping it nestled there while she flew. The door sealed shut as Marie walked back towards them.
Marie took the scroll from Power Woman casually, as if not from a superhuman amazon in the room. "The little ninja will come for this. Then, we'll blast her and proceed to destroy all of her friends," she explained plainly, fiddling with the scroll in her hands like an office toy. The Valkeries looked at the floating women, their odds for payback finally dawning on them. She start to smile as the superwomen see the expressions on their face, just trying to comprehend the power they have in their lovely bodies. They laugh at the entire situation, their future victory and the shamed soldiers before them.
Marie just smiles contently and walked back to Wonder Lady, handing it back off to her. "Keep it safe at your place," she ordered.
"Don't I always?" replied the dark-haired amazon, smiling.
Katsumi sat in a meditative stance on her simple wooden raft, as she had for most of the last three days. She rode the tides towards her target, shifting the raft or lightly eating on the way as she needed. It was all done in a near trance, following her instincts on where her chi guided her. When the island came into view, she ignored the rocky shores in her way. She humbly and quietly asked of her gods, for Raijin of thunder and Fujin of the storms to calm the waters, and Amaterasu of the sun and the universe to show her the light. The raft glided neatly through the narrow openings and landed her on the shore.
The first thing she could see beyond sand and some sparse trees was a tall, statuesque woman, which was to say that she was a solid, handsome, scantily dressed woman. She had a big, long mess of red hair that blew in the sea breeze, and held a long sword stuck with the heavy tip of it stuck in the sand. She also appeared to wear nothing except for a chainmail bikini sort of garb that so many women wore in fantasy novels.
"Stop, heathen! You are entering the forbidden land of Amazons. I am its Guardian, the mighty Red Sonya. State your business or I shall make thee leave."
Katsumi rolled her eyes. "Please, I don't have time for this. Let me through or else!"
"A declaration of war, then," Sonja said with a brief frown, though turning to a grin. "All the better. No outsiders may enter my island without besting me in battle."
"Jeez, treatment like that and I just might take back my passport and go," Katsumi pretended to huff. "Lucky I'm the sporting type."
Katsumi drew her own sleek, roughly foot-long blade with a quick flick of her arm, Sonja snorting in a jingling bounce of her bosom. "Excuse me, outlander, but your little blade looks better suited for cutting bread than flesh," she boasted, giving a skillful twirl of her blade that brushed aside a few of Katsumi's hairs with the breeze of its movement. “This be a real warrior’s sword.”
"Well if I had anything bigger, maybe I wouldn't be able to find an open spot in your (cough cough) massive suit of armor.
Red Sonya growled a bit at the comment on her skimpy attire, raising her blade more menacingly. "Mayhaps I'll cut that big mouth of yours first, my little foreign beauty."
"You’re just flirting now,” Katsumi said, taking a backhand grip with her weapon. “Let’s fight already.”
With a battle hungry cry, Sonja lunged at her with a great, arcing swing that looked, sounded, and even felt like it could level a tree. Katsumi ducked her swing in a quick little bob, taking a similarly quick and light swing at Sonja. She parried it with the base of her blade with a quick plink of metal hitting metal, Sonja giving a few more swings at an upward angle at Katsumi. She skipped backward, dodging the blade that left a breeze brushing close to her little button nose each time. She gave a quick slap of her blade each time, clinking it to keep it shoved aside, but with hardly a hit each time.
"You're just wetting my appetite for when I finish you, little foreign pig."
"How convenient! You fight like a cow!"Katsumi retorted, giving a quick flourish of her shorter blade. Red rushed for her and thrust her sword for the younger girl's overripe breasts (or what some would call the heart), Katsumi performing a quick backflip to land her feet a few feet up on the trunk. The sword instead rammed right through the narrow palm tree, splitting it horizontally. As Katsumi kicked off and flipped over Red's head, the tree toppled over smoothly and noisily from the mild pressure.
“Stay still and fight, I say!” Sonja barked, booming over the crash of the falling tree.
"Uh, no. Then you'd hit me," Katsumi stated matter of factly. Sonja snarled and gave an overhead swing, Katsumi leaping back to let the blade smash into the beach like a hammer, splashing more sand about. The big woman wielded her big, worn blade like a club as much as a sword at this rate, her temper clearly flaring in her heaving breaths and reddening face.
"Careful with that," Katsumi warned, as Sonja gave a heave of her weapon to one side, kicking up a spray of sand that Katsumi pranced around as well as her blade. "Keep swinging like that and you're going to break it."
"My sword is the one that does the breaking, you insolent intruder!" she shouted back in a frenzy of further slashes. Katsumi slid aside another slice, hitting a nearby boulder and slashing a chunk the size of her head off of its edge.
Katsumi raised her blade like a rapier, jabbing it forward like a snake bite. It sank right into the hit of Red's sword, stopping it in its tracks. It hit just the right amount of leverage that even Sonja's pushing and thrusting wouldn't budge the sword.
"Warned you," Katsumi said cutely, shifting her blade to pull back leap up, slashing at Sonja and her blade with another series of metallic clangs and kicking into Red's face, flipping over her head with her lovely looks as a kickstand.
Red groaned and clutched her face with one hand, the other still holding up her heavy blade. She growled and raised it to swing at the perky ninja, who was dusting herself off and facing away from her.
"Man, how do you fight every day in this mess? I'm gonna have sand in my butt all day at this rate. Maybe that's why you're so crabby."
Sonja swung her blade, only to find it coming up a few feet short of her target. Katsumi had slashed clean through the hefty sword with her sharp blade, Red Sonja looked over her shoulder to see the upper half of her blade fallen off in mid-swing and landing uselessly in the sand.
Red looked in outrage at her ruined weapon, growling slowly like an over boiling kettle at the infuriating little woman.
Sonja went for a dagger sheathed on the belt of her scant armor, a secondary weapon but still finely crafted and plenty sharp.
"Ooh, wouldn't do that if I were you," Katsumi warned with a wince as if she'd been stung by the blade already.
"What? Thou fear a smaller blade?" Sonya sneared back.
"Not that. It's just that it was all that was keeping your Iron Man underoos on."
Red didn't understand until there was a clattering near her feet of metal on metal. She looked down to see several sheets of chainmail land by her feet, cleanly cut off her body without her even noticing. She yelped and tried to grab at what little clothing she had, but it fell away like it was melting away thanks to Katsumi's precise cuts.
With her arms neatly hugged against her breasts, it was easy for Katsumi to slide in and grab the crook of her elbow, kicking at her feet in the sand and judo tossing her over her shoulder. The big woman flew over her regardless of her size, landing with a dull thumping on her shapely muscled ass in the sand. She winced from the disorienting toss, just opening her eyes and gazing up in time to see Katsumi waiting, sword pointed at her face. The redhead jolted in surprise.
"So, guardian," Katsumi said coolly. "Whatever leader you're guarding? Take me to her."
Katsumi, for one, loved the ride.
"This is so much FUN! Have you ever gone up the mountain like this? On someone's back, I mean, not on all fours. On top of somebody else. I bet not, since you're so big and strong. You must do a lot of walking. Or is it just fighting? Do enough intruders come to your island that you get those muscles just from fighting, or do you have weights hidden somewhere in the bushes for when nobody's looking?"
It was enough to make Red Sonja almost regret her decision and lash out at the girl again. "Also, giddyup!" her captor chirped, spurring her sandaled heels into her ribs to make Red drop any thoughts of true protest, settling for a low grumbling about honor and dignity and crawling on up the empty old mountain path. She was dusty and sweaty and embarrassed by the time she reached the top, where Katsumi pulled her hair to get her to stop.
"Woah there, faithful steed," she warned, giving a tug on a fistful of red hair to make her stop. Red Sonja and Katsumi looked out over a large valley below, looking a quarter mile wide at a guess. It had a rough, desert-like terrain, apart from a healthy river running through its midsection. Across the valley, on the other raised hillside, she could make out the figure of Wonder Lady. Her bold outfit like a starred swimsuit with a golden breastplate placed over it, still allowing plenty of bust to remain showing. She sat on a great, jeweled throne with her legs crossed comfortable, and with a row of great Greek pillars on either side of her leading backward.
Women below filled half the valley, a quick headcount of roughly three thousand of them. All female, all armed and dangerous. Amazons filled a large amount of them, woman in Greek-looking armor that covered their hips and chests, as well as helmets that let much of their hair and faces remain exposed to not conceal their beauty. They were tall and ripe with muscle, clearly hard trained and experienced.
There were also the valkyries among them. These were BIG women, with thick leathery armor lined with furs and horned helmets to mark their viking heritage. For every time the women Katsumi had beaten claimed to be true valkyries, these girls made her believe it. They were tall and broad shouldered, still not losing much of their femininity. Maybe not as curvy as Katsumi, but raw muscle and sheer size for sure. Not to mention the thousand or so numbers, which really added to that weight advantage. The army bore solid armor over much of their bodies, unlike the mostly bare Red Sonja. They looked big and solid and pretty enough to catch a dying soldier and drag him off a battlefield.
There was also a smaller percentage smattered among them, various warrior women mixed together that weren't as stereotypically traditional. Ones dressed as European knights, Japanese samurai, African huntresses, Indian assassins... quite a multicultural mural of murder, really. And all of them had swords, bows, lances, spears, axes, shields, and clubs of all sorts raised in Katsumi's direction.
Sitting nimbly on top of Wonder Lady's throne, balancing on its peak as if she weighed nothing at all. The answer was likely more mystical, given her costume befitting the amazon queen's court magician. She bore a top hat, wand, and tuxedo coat to match a classic stage magician. What stood apart was the black one piece swimsuit underneath it, high heels, and fishnet stockings more akin to a line dancer. Wonder Lady gave her a brief glance, and she flourished her wand with a stream of magic words.
"Eciov gnimoob," she chimed, granting the already loud Wonder Lady a voice to carry across the entire island like an enchanted intercom.
"I see you found my island easily enough," Wonder Lady's voice rang out over the canyon of beautiful, deadly bodies. "I welcome you, because you are in MY realm now," she said with a hungry grin.
She looked over the thousands and stood up on Red's broad back muscles, hardly getting a grunt from her dainty step.
"You in the throne, and all of you! This is your last chance to give back the scroll peacefully or face a similar fate to this one!" She took her sheathed sword, smacking the tough leather sheath against Sonya's rump with a meaningful smack, making her quiver but stay steady on all fours like a reliable mount.
A lone arrow shot up in response, which Katsumi slapped aside lazily with her holstered weapon. "Fair enough," she frowned at them before dropping back onto Red Sonya's back with her crotch and butt. This made the warrior woman drop onto her chest, slipping before sliding down the sandy ledge of the canyon. It was course but nothing to do worse than a rash or a few scrapes on her chest on her way down, with Katsumi riding her like a sleigh down the hill.
The warriors below shouted various battle cries and charged at her on the way down. As she hit the bottom, she leapt off, flying into the first batch of warriors with a flip and a flurry of limbs. She kicked and chopped around their swords and armor, slamming them in the face or chest to topple them down in a row of unconscious bodies lining behind her.
The surrounding women hesitated in surprise at her speedy attack, then raised their spears to level at her. Katsumi eyed them quickly as she cleared her though and raised a hand. "You mind?"
Sonya noticed Katsumi's short sword, the same one she'd used to beat her with, laying by her face. She was an enemy, but she had proven herself in combat. That, and what was the worst she could do to 3000 strong? Sonya pulled herself to her knees, crouching as she clumsily but strongly tossed the covered weapon to her.
Katsumi leapt up and grabbed the sword, unsheathing it in one quick, clean swipe around her. As the slash stopped, the amazons around her found themselves missing the front half of their spears.
As they watched dumbfounded, Katsumi kicked one of the flattened shaft heads, thumping it into its owner's abs. She grunted and fell flat on her back, Katsumi catching the former spear, now staff. She swung it in a huge arc, the butt of it smacking into each of the women's' faces. Some fell while others staggered, Katsumi whirling the staff in hand and rushing towards one of the downed warriors. She thrust the staff down to jam in between her muscular thighs, effectively pole vaulting off her pussy into the unexpecting reinforcements behind her.
She flew overhead, drawing a deep breath to level out her chi. She was confident she could handle this many armed women, but she was in a wide open space, and really didn't feel like taking up too much time toying with them. Not with justice waiting on the other side of the canyon. As she fell she pumped some chi into her fist and crashed down on the tallest, least prepared looking fighter she could see. The towering viking woman was slugged dead in the chest, breasts wobbling as if in slow motion before she hit the ground, toppling into the woman behind her. Katsumi released the chi in a quick wave, sending out a shockwave like a sonic boom out from the impact. Several dozen amazons, valkyries, and swordswomen were thrown for a loop, squashed to the ground or blown off their feet.
Wonder Lady frowned briefly in disappointment, Zetanna giggling beside her throne. "It's one woman!" she barked. "Archers, open fire. Shieldmaidens, advance and box her in." The horde of women had given Katsumi some space after her unexplained explosion, but quickly moved to follow orders. Various burly, solid-looking women raised heavy shields and swords, advancing on her in a quick charge. Katsumi ignored them for now, glancing off in the rear of the sandy pit full of fighters, where arrows of various sorts fired off in her direction in a high arc. Clearly the front line was willing to throw themselves into the line of fire to bring her down.
None of that sat well with Katsumi, especially her kawaii Batman code. As the arrows flew in their ominous path, she ran for the imposing wall of women. One swiped a scimitar at her, the ninja girl hopping over it and landing on her shoulders. She grabbed her tall tower shield by one end, grunting and lifting it up. "No wonder you're all so manly," she huffed. "These things weigh a ton!" The shield's own grabbed at Katsumi with both hands, but the kunoichi jumped up into the air and smacked down with both feet onto her face, stomping her flat into the ground. The others around her raised their weapons to strike her down, or shields to minimize the incoming volley.
Katsumi twisted and contorted to dance between the slashing swords and axes, just to wind up and swung the tall, broad shield like an awkward baseball bat towards the air. The concussive force kicked up a roaring wind, blasting into the arrows and hurling them precisely back at their owners. The warrior were stunned again, even in their experienced lives of fighting never seeing such a technique, especially as it threw the projectiles back to the sound of shattering bows, tearing armor and clothing, and shrieking women.
"Want my advice!?" Katsumi shouted back up at Wonder Lady, tossing the shield to the ground. "Don't try the arrows again!"
Wondy leaned on one of her fists as if growing bored, giving a sharp swipe of her hand. "Swarm her. Bury her in your steel!"
"Now you're fighting smart," Katsumi praised, kicking the discarded shield towards the first advancing warrior. It slid under her feet, causing her to slip over the slick metal and crash onto her helmeted face.
She let her tumbling form cut off one side of her attackers before turning back to a send a pair of palm thrusts into a pair of womens' stomachs. The winded warriors stumbled back as Katsumi looked at her hands with an impressed look on her face. "Wow, you girls do work out," she mused to herself, just to be grabbed in a bearhug from behind by a dark-skinned woman in bronze armor.
"Butt's not as cute as Red's though," Katsumi went on casually, as if there wasn't a woman raising a gauntleted fist at her face. She swung just as Katsumi jabbed her thumbs into the black woman's elbow joints, slipping through her grip and letting the metal fist smash into her face instead of her own. Katsumi ducked under her arm, giving a quick slice with her sword to cut the waistband of the attacker’s armor, dropping it to expose her lower body to the few thousand watching warriors with a feminine shriek. A quick ram of the hilt of her sword into her neck dropped her from the pressure point strike, and she was off.
Katsumi flowed between them warriors, blocking the occasional swipe at her but their blows always missing, crashing into eachother or weapons rebounding wildly off her sturdy little sword. With her slipping between them quickly and chaotically, their formations were quickly left in ruins. The Spartan women tripped over the crusaders, the valkyries arguing to get around the amazons, Katsumi had them turned into one big exploitable mess.
While Wonder Lady shouted orders to organize them, Katsumi was among the shortest women there, blending into the crowd and starting and ending brawls before the mass could figure out where she was.
"Sister!" Fobos, a strong Greek-looking woman and slightly larger than her sister Demos, nodded towards the Eastern end of the battlefield. "I can hear the struggle. She went this way!"
They both gripped their spears readily as they started to move out.
"Wrong!" Katsumi chimed, appearing behind them as she hopped over a freshly KO'd woman in primal barbaric clothing. Her sword went slicing quickly along Fobos' belt, making her stumble as it and the attached armor fell away to reveal a simple thong-like garment.
Fobos stumbled trying to cover herself as well as regain her footing, Katsumi stealing her belt swiftly and lashing it like a whip around Demos' neck. She pulled down to force the broader twin to fall to all fours, resembling a dog on a leash more than a warrior. Katsumi jerked the belt to place her right under her sister, letting her trip over her back with a cry of surprise. Katsumi jumped onto Demos' back, kicking her chest-first and breathless into the ground . She used her as a springboard to flip up and land a stomping double kick to Fobos' chest, knocking the air out of her a second after her sibling before leaving them both behind, limp and weak in the battlefield.
Sprinting back into the mayhem, striking down unwary guards before two more red-ponytailed Valkyries turned and saw her charging. They thrust their swords as one at Katsumi's advancing form, but she jerked herself sideways she ran, sliding smoothly with the flat edges of their sword rubbing against the bare skin of her belly and back. Slipping past their guard, she twisted again to elbow them both, one in the face and the other in the back of the neck in one fluid spiral. Both women fell to their knees stunned, Katsumi hopping up without breaking stride and pressing her foot between the righthand warrior's shoulders. "Now kiss!" she taunted, kicking the spot hard to send her tumbling into her partner to smack heads together with a coconut-like noise that sent the women toppling into a heap together.
Gerta set to intercept her, a great bald gladiator woman with a gold-colored breastplate over an armored skirt, great axe clenched in one fist. Gerta's big sandaled feet stomped through the sand and swung for Katsumi's head. She ducked the big lumbering woman and her similarly bulky weapon, even as the wind of the blow blew her ponytail behind her head.
Katsumi lowered her head and bounced up at her, slamming her pretty little head into the giant woman's abs. She grunted and nearly dropped her axe, stumbling back and raising it to use its flat side as a shield. Katsumi just drew her sword and sliced up its length, cleaving it straight down the middle so that the steel axehead fell to the ground with a noisy, sandy thunk.
"Shoot her!" Gerta suddenly barked, a trio of amazons nearby raising crossbows and firing for the advancing ninja. Katsumi still charged and seemed to ignore them, the bolts shooting at her legs to avoid a repeat of her last countermeasure. Katsumi darted aside the first, leapt over the second, and actually landed on the third in midair, springing off it to send the arrow into the sand and kicking Gerda straight in her strong jaw, sending the giantess stumbling unnaturally into the sand.
The archers gaped at the fallen fighter, hurrying to try and reload their weapons before she could get to them next.
Katsumi threw a kunai to jam one of them, leaping at the other two, Coral and Herta. The ninja gave the slender blond Coral a kick in the belly. As she doubled over, Katsumi grabbed the breastplate of Herta to pull it down, exposing the chesty brunette’s breasts and shoving the bent over Coral's face into her partner's chest. She shouted in muffled surprise as she flailed there, Katsumi pulling on the straps of Herta's breastplate to clamp against Coral's neck, choking and breast smothering her in one go.
The reloading Dreya reached for a dagger, seeing her crossbow useless with the knife embedded in its spring. Katsumi slipped loose from her lockup with the entangled amazons to kick the bottom of her knife hand, hurling it into the air in a wild spiral. The sharp edge flew until it sliced through the top of a random passing Spartan woman's breastplate, spilling her bust out with a startled outcry. It was a fine distraction to keep Dreya's gaze off Katsumi a moment, long enough for her to pull the kunai back from Dreya's crossbow and give a few quick slices. In one long fluid slash, she shredded the softer bits of her armor, letting it fall in a heap to leave the archer in her underwear... until that started to fall away as well, running and shrieking before her sisters in battle could see her shameful nudity. As she ran, Katsumi stomped on one end of the breastplate, sending it spinning up to her eye level. She grabbed it and turned to swing it like a folding chair, smacking the still standing Herta in the face to send her slumping to the ground. Coral was still locked in her sweaty cleavage by her battered armor, squirming a bit more before she smothered out in the midst of her teammate's flesh.
"Fight her, cowards!" Wonder Lady barked overhead, frowning at the chaos made of her warriors. "3,000 to one and she still bests you? Prove your worthiness to your goddess and defeat one miserable child!"
She sent her gaze over to Zetanna. "Watch things here a moment," she muttered, walking off through her series of pillars and ignoring the fight for now. Zetanna looked at her questioningly while Katsumi continued tearing through her disorganized underlings, with the stealthy chaos of a mouse in the girl’s locker room.
Katsumi had torn through more than half of them at this rate, their smaller numbers even further limited by the number of unconscious comrades they had to step over and fight around. All the while, Katsumi was able to use her ninja speed and stealth to zip among them, beating or humiliating the fight out of them individually or in small batches. She threw a bola to trip up a barbarian woman, just to leap onto her back and put her out with a quick chi-charged nerve strike. A pair of wolf skin-wearing Native American huntresses followed the quiet giggling in the shadows of the valley, only to walk into some quickly laid traps. Snares pulled on each of their feet, forcing them into a painful split as the buried chords tore at their thigh muscles. Black Deer grabbed for Bear Paw, trying to pull themselves towards eachother for some way to resist the leverage and agony in their crotches. Katsumi just breezed by, casually checking on her traps when she kicked them each in the groin, getting schoolgirl screams out of the powerful women before putting them out with a quick double smack to the head with the staff she'd plucked off another amazon's downed body.
She ducked in low to use the sheathe to her blade to smack one unwary Valyrie in the ass, making her swing a fist behind her in her jumpy state. It of course hit the amazon behind her, flooring her fellow fighter just before Katsumi shadowed behind her again, leaping up and wrapping her legs around her head. The big Nordic woman gagged and pawed at her thighs, desperate for release and air.
"Aww, aren't you handsy?" Katsumi giggled. "But buy me dinner first next time." She flipped and slammed her helmeted head into the ground, hard enough to leave the helmet split in half as it fell off her head.
Seeming to have enough, she gave a loud wolf whistle and waved at the remaining women. Katsumi bolted for the mouth of the river, what seemed to be the last of the army chasing after her. Her skimpy attire and light weapons made her easily outpace them, reaching where a tame waterfall fed the river its water, after its long trip from the sea. She dropped a few small capsules into its waters, starting to fizz and produce some thick mist as they met the water. She let it grow a bit more while the troops came rushing in, dipping her sword into the water and then giving a sharp slash at the air, throwing the wind and water at them. It resulted in a thick mess of fog washing over them all, shouting in surprise and stomping to a stop. It made it all the easier for Katsumi to slip between them, giving palm strikes to the back of the head or swats of the blunt edge of her sword to drop them awkwardly face-first into the sand. Two busty women in kilts and colored face paint were even back to back, Kelda and Arnor having their broad swords raised readily. Through their thick, fur-covered armor, Kelda never even felt when a grappling hook shot out of the mist, wrapping around Arnor’s neck to choke her silent and drag her off for a silent takedown. Her nearby sister in battle never even noticed she was missing until she heard a scream a few seconds later. She turned and charged, only to run breast to breast into her comrade, now stripped naked down to nothing but her bright red hair (some neatly shaven, as a courtesy).
“The demon girl!” Arnor shrieked. “She’s a regular will-o-wisp!” She babbled on, grabbing Kelda by the shoulders, more than enough of a target for another grappling line to shoot out of the fog, trying them together with their hands forced to grip eachother’s backsides. Katsumi giggled impishly, walking in twirling the other end of the rope.
“Wow, that part was totally by accident,” Katsumi chimed. “Unless you two meant to. I dunno, island full of women might do that kind of thing to you. Still, why pass up the chance?” She tugged at the rope precisely, jerking it in such a way that both of the women’s hands were forced to spank the other’s ass like puppets on strings. They cried out in surprise, Katsumi tying another quick knot and attaching it to the rest of the rope.
“There. Now be good little distractions for me, kay?” she cooed, skipping back into the mist. Kelda tried to rush after her, only to find that the adjustment made that any pressure on the ropes at all made her ally’s hands smack her on the ass again. Arnor pulled her hand away from it, just to make Kelda smack her in turn. The girls squeaked and struggled and grunted as they tried to free themselves and end the endless chain of a simplified spanking machine.
The ruckus drew the attention of Kala, a tall Spanish woman in conquistador armor and a colorful skirt. She stopped as she nearly tripped over something on the ground, reaching down to tug at it and see what it was. Yep. That was definitely a trip wire. One could tell by how any real pressure, such as when she pulled, triggered the sturdy slingshot across the way that shot a thick, hard sling-stone into her crotch. Doubled over like a victim in a Home Alone movie, Kala clutched her pussy in both hands. She felt her helmet lifted off her head, looking up to see what ally came to her rescue, only for the nimble schoolgirl to swing the heavy bit of metal and knock her out cold with it.
Between all the traps and ambushes, when the fog settled Katsumi was casually stretching amidst the 50 freshly KO’d bodies. Wonder Lady had returned, watching with a mix of boredom and frustration. “You can show yourself now,” Diana said dismissively with a wave of her hand, some distaste on her voice.
There was a ripple in the air just in front of Katsumi, and there stood a hugely busty witch, as clear by her pointed black hair and low-cut robes that made her tits jiggle with every little motion as if they were excited puppies wanting to be let out.
“Well well, looks like it’s up to our lovely Morgan to clean things up again,” crowed the witch haughtily. The air rippled a bit more, and behind her stood a dozen more armored women. They were covered in European armor, including full bucket-like helmets, the only real indication there was any real woman under there being the significant cup shapes in the front. By the looks of them, the knights really put the “breast” in “breastplate.”
"Now that you're exhausted from fighting our army, you're no match for me and my hand-picked warriors!" Morgan gloated on.
"Exhausted?" Katsumi asked curiously, hopping on her toes a bit and rolling her shoulders, both encouraging her chest to jiggle a bit. "Maybe warmed up, but not exhausted."
"Whatever you believe, child! But your end is here at the hands of my Twelve Chosen Knights Of the Circle!"
"Uh oh, twelve of them?!" Katsumi cooed with an innocent cower. "That means I'll have to take off my shoes to count that high!"
Morgan grunted and ignored her with a wave a hand, a quick burst of lightning crackling from her fingers. It actually hit her knights, only for it to flow over their armor like insects creeping over a water's surface. Katsumi let out a quick, calm breath as the magically charged she-knights rushed at her.
"Lady knights, huh? Let's make sure of that." With that she dashed down the middle of the charging armored women, moving in a flash a dozen times to avoid their sword swings. She finally came to a trotting stop in front of Morgan, ignoring the women as she dusted off her hands.
The knights looked confused a moment, searching for her before they turned around. As they faced her, their turn stretched the fine cuts in their platemail and let them crack open like a peanut, falling apart around them with a startled shriek. Even their swords falling to bits from the quicker than the eye slashes, the knights quickly broke ranks and ran off screaming.
"Get back here and defend my honor, you stupid bitches!" Morgan screeched after them.
"Wow, no panties under that armor," Katsumi observed, finally turning to watch them flee. "Sounds like it'd chafe like a mother. Must be your magic at work, huh?"
She turned back to face Morgan as she raised her hands and threw a crackling ball of black energy at her. Katsumi gave a half-hearted flick of a kunai, blocking the ball with its shiny, reflective metal and bouncing it back into her. It struck Morgan in the chest, where a thick puff of green smoke went up. In her place, Katsumi saw a witch hat, black dress, and a frog scowling up at her.
"Aww, aren't you prettier now? Maybe you'll get one of your knights to come back and kiss you back to your old self. Emphasis on old, though..."
The frog Morgan hopped up onto her, grabbing onto Katsumi's breast and hanging on it as it croked at her angrily.
"Eww, not from me though," Katsumi protested, making a sour expression and flicking Morgan hard enough to send her flying into the distant river in the valley's center.
Only the three were left standing: Katsumi, Zetanna, and Wonder Lady. Technically, the latter were sitting down, but they were elevated so it balanced out. Also Red Sonja didn’t count because she was on all fours the whole time…
“Does that look like something to you?” Wonder Lady said, leaning an arm on her throne and still frowning down at the nearly bloodless mess of a battlefield. “Some kind of pattern?”
The magician followed her gaze, seeing that the majority of the warriors had wound up the same way: stripped nude or close to it, faces in the sand and asses in the air. Looking at them from afar, there was indeed a bit of a shape to them all. “It’s what they call a character in her language,” Zetanna explained knowingly from her perch on the throne’s side. “It means ‘Surrender.” A little payback for the same message left on Katsumi’s comrades.
The ninjette stared up, as if making sure they saw it before she started to run the last few hundred yards of the valley. She reached the rising cliff face and leapt up, foot catching on a little outcropping of rock before leaping up to the next, nimble as a mountain goat.
"Don't bother soiling your hands, lady Diana," Zetanna said dismissively, uncrossing her legs to slide down the arm of Wonder Lady's throne and pulling her wand from her cleavage. "Stab fo mraws!"
She pointed it at Katsumi, a number of large bats made entirely of living shadow flying out to dive down at her. Katsumi slowed her pace a bit, dodging and deflecting them with her blade and fists. Nearing the top, she threw a pebble up to land right at the edge of Zetanna and Wonder Lady’s perch. It quickly proved itself as not a pebble when it burst into a smoke screen between them. Zetanna had to cough and let up her magic bat blasts, hissing out “Ndiw fo tsug!” A burst of wind threw the smoke away, just to see Katsumi in midair as she sliced like crazy, shredding the last of the bats in one attack before she flew for Zetanna herself.
“Gniknaps enihc-” The sorceress was cut off by the punch in the mouth, making her swallow her magic words and a knuckle sandwich.
“You talk too much!” Katsumi growled cutely, grabbing her by the coat tails and swinging her by them, lifting her off her high heeled feet in a few arcs before throwing her, letting her fly screaming towards a pillar before she landed splayed out, limbs hugging around the pole as she groaned weakly and slid down the pillar, one of the few amazons on the island not known for her physical endurance.
"Well," Wonder Lady said as she paced along the open area, drawing her long, shimmering silver sword. "You found my secluded island and bested my army and personal magician. I suppose it would be rude not to face you myself, mortal."
Katsumi drew her own short sword again. "Can't fool me. You're just an overgrown bitch, not a goddess."
Wonder Lady laughed heartily, keeping a fierce grin as she raised the sword readily. "Not yet. But one thing at a time. I've a pest in my home to exterminate."
They both stepped sharply forward to face off, but Katsumi lashed out first. She swiped into the side of Diana's blade, clanging it in hopes of knocking it aside. The solid sword didn't budge in her mighty grip, but it distracted her long enough to take a lunge at her breastplate. Wonder Lady simply swept her sword to one side, cutting off the attack. Quite literally, in this case, as there was a brief flash of sparks and Katsumi found herself missing half a sword. The front end landed on the ground with a clank, sizzling by its lonesome as Wonder Lady lifted the sword casually and smirked.
"My enchanted sword can cut through anything," she explained, lifting it to toss it underhand away from her. It landed blade first on the stone by the cliffside, sinking in as though the rock were actually cleverly disguised cake frosting.
"And you're throwing it away," Katsumi pointed out calmly.
"I just wanted to make a point. I won't be needing it to outdo an unarmed little mortal."
Katsumi tossed her busted sword to one side as she took up a fighting stance. "You realize how silly you sound when you say that," she teased, just before Wonder Lady came rushing at her, fist cocked back to smash into her.
Katsumi snaked aside, letting Diana miss her and shatter the stone ground that she had just stood on.
Katsumi threw a side kick into her ribs between the plates of her armor, just to hit with a leathery smack against her skin. Diana didn't seem to notice the blow, or at least didn't even flinch from it. She grabbed Katsumi by the hair, getting a pained yelp when two super strong hands pulled at the Japanese schoolgirl’s scalp. She cracked open a pair of smoke bombs, letting them drop between them as Diana dropped her in surprise.
Katsumi scrambled back a few feet when Wonder Lady took a deep breath, blowing hard enough to blast like a gale force wind and knocking the smoke away. Katsumi whirled to get to her feet and leapt at her with a spin kick that thumped right between Wonder Lady’s breasts. She stumbled back a pace, but stepped forward again with a strike of her own a moment later.
She kicked Katsumi straight in between her breasts, launching her backward with the super strong boot. Katsumi flew several yards through the air, tumbling across the stone floor before able to get her hands and feet under herself. She slid towards the cliff's edge where she managed to dig in her heels and stop herself, but only a few feet short of falling off, and the way her legs were spread, inches away from the enchanted sword embedded in the rock nestling its blade right up between the legs, close enough to slice a shallow cut into her skirt’s middle.
“Eep!” She squeaked and scrambled back, Wonder Lady sending another stomp at her that would have sliced the rest of her in half if she hadn’t rolled aside, letting her crush a sizable bit of stone underfoot instead.
Katsumi threw a few kunai at her, Diana lazily raising her arms to deflect the weapons off her bracelets as she stalked after her. “You don’t even know what you’re fighting against,” she spat out in disgust at the retreating ninjette. “You think your clown tricks and pocket knives can stop a genuine goddess?”
“All the gods and goddesses I know are benevolent and kind,” Katsumi said back sharply, clearly a bit insulted by the idea. “Nothing like you.” She was cut off by a powerful backhand, the mere slap hitting worse than the punches of most opponents Katsumi had faced before and sending her toppling head over heels away from the angry super woman.
"Your mortal mind wouldn’t understand. You have no idea what it's like to be the most beautiful, intelligent, queenly, and powerful woman out there. You have no idea what it is like to be a goddess, knowing that no one, and nothing, NOTHING in the world will ever be good enough for you!!” Diana raved at her, spittle flying from her perfect lips. “After I defeat you, little girl, I shall strip you of your rags and have you and your friends serve myself and my army as servant girls. Then, you shall know your place, and you shall know the meaning of humility."
She caught up to the struggling Katsumi and grabbed her by the hair.
She caught up to the struggling Katsumi and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head and body up towards her. Katsumi glared defiantly back, her plump young bosom puffing up and down with her heavy breaths.
"Well don't you have it hard," Katsumi growled sarcastically. "Like you know ANYthing about humility, Miss Bulletproof Butt. Blah, blah,....then YOU shall know true humility."
Wonder Lady looked as though this was the first time she'd ever been insulted, and above all else, didn't like it. She raised her fist as if to split Katsumi's head like a melon, just for Katsumi to grab her wrists on the way down, using them as speedy leverage to swing up between her arms and double kick Diana in her ungodly tits. She grunted and staggered back a step, Katsumi still hanging on to her sturdy limbs and swinging on them like a gymnast to arc back up, delivering a follow up kick to her chin. The amazonian queen grunted and staggered again as Katsumi kicked off her chest, flipping back and charging up her chi into her palm. A quick dose of ferocious focus and it whirled in her palm like a tiny tornado, thrusting it suddenly into Diana's belly as she adjusted her head to spot her. A second or two later, Diana's clothing started to tear around her midsection, the whirlwind of chakra seeming to restart itself and creating a devastatingly powerful twister. Winds kicked around as if Dorothy could go over the rainbow if she had built her house on top of Diana's abs (which looked about as solid). Katsumi had to raise her arm over her eyes just to keep a view as the winds blew fiercer and plowed into Diana's body.
And she ignored it. Diana marched forward through the eye of the chi storm, letting it blow about her hair but not do much else but slow her down, though her irritated expression and flexing abs made it clear it was at least doing that much.
"I liked this outfit," she said, motioning down at her tattered spandex and chipped and dented leather chestpiece. It was Katsumi's turn to look shocked while Diana smashed her palm into Katsumi's head, smashing the side of her pretty face into the nearest stone pillar. Her body fell like a rag doll after the concussive impact, like a bulldozer had decided to punch her in the face instead.
Fury in her eyes and hate behind her grit teeth, she stormed after Katsumi, her red boots leaving smashed in bootprints in solid stone as she grabbed her victim by the collar of her gi. Katsumi was pulled out of a pile of heavy stone, just to be slugged deep into her stomach. Katsumi choked for air and sprayed some spit from her mouth at the massive impact, her cute little butt thrusting out as Diana propped her against a still standing pillar, raising her fists and wildly beating into Katsumi's premature bosoms. The younger, lighter girl screamed and writhed in pain, her marshmallowy tits put through hell by the raging warrior woman before she seemed to grow either bored of them or sick of Katsumi's screams, raising her punches to deliver several neck-breaking blows to her face.
Katsumi slid down the pillar with a weak groan, arms and legs going rather limp as her head lolled. Her face was sporting several scrapes and bruises, she tasted blood, and her boobs were marked with several huge bruises as well.
Slowly catching her breath and sweating, Diana took her by the hair, dragging her behind her like a caveman claiming its mate. As she walked, she kicked a booted foot into her magician's body. "Get up. I want to watch this," Wonder Lady commanded. Zetanna grunted but rose, just waking up but scurrying to cater to her mistress.
Wonder Lady lifted her up by the hair, holding the punch-drunk Katsumi over the cliffside. Raging waves rolled below against jagged rocks, a loose stone or two ominously dropping to show it was a long, dangerous fall even before you got the water and shore involved. "No ninja tricks to survive that landing," Wonder Lady said contemptuously, spitting over the edge bitterly (especially to note a bit of blood where the kick had made her bite her tongue).
Katsumi was still silent as she grinned wickedly, reaching behind her to open a pouch in her belt. She produced the scroll, holding it up in front of the still limp Katsumi. "I think this was what this fuss was about," she sneered, shoving it between Katsumi's sore boobs. She groaned as Diana patted them condescendingly, sending more shocks of light pain through them.
"I hear that it's quite the little treasure. Not that it's anything I would need. Let's keep its power our little secret. With that out of the way, that Super whore and Power bitch will be easy to eliminate, and there will be nothing left that could possibly stop me from taking over this mortal planet... I suppose I can't blame you for trying, but my darling little child... our Legend of Katsumi ends here."
She gave a hard shove as she let go, Katsumi still limply falling over the cliff with her hard-fought treasure.
Diana watched her fall a bit before turning away, not catching how the light seemed to catch the scroll’s seal, making it look like it was glowing.
“Start the jet,” Diana ordered, pointing to her battered magician. Zetanna bowed and waved her hands.
“Trats enalp!” In a clear plateau nearby, the invisible jet lowered its cloaking device as its engines roared to life.
“Now show me what they’re up to,” Wonder Lady added, Zetanna reaching into her top hat. She pulled out a large, jeweled mirror, showing the activity across the planet. Zetanna stuck it into the air, adjusting it as if in an invisible nail and stepping back to let it float as Diana observed. Just as Diana wished, it showed the Valkyries at work. Not her nordic underlings, but the newly reassembled strike force. The massive cruiser was on its way towards Katsumi’s home ninja village, some small island Diana hadn’t bothered to hear about off of Japan.
“They think they’ll find her there,” Diana mused, smirking. “So much for their revenge when I’ve already beat them to it. The super girls alone could wipe out that village. Between the mortal soldiers and them, they won’t even need me.”
“Well there’s the fact that nobody really needs you.” Diana heard the voice, scowling as she willed the mirror’s image to change locations. It cut to the edge of her cliff, where a glowing portal closed itself. Diana spun around, where Katsumi sat beneath another one just like it, now lounging on her throne.
“Thanks for the save, Amaterasu,” Katsumi said quietly, waving the scroll and nodding up at the sky. “For the save…” She sat up, Zetanna raising her wand just to get backhanded and sent flying into the throne, bouncing off of it and taking off a chunk of the fine stone throne with her. “And for the power to stand up to and put down a false goddess.”
Wonder Lady snarled as she marched after her, the hum of the invisible jet’s engines and cloaking turning back on as it sat idly behind her. “You’re like a roach. Tiny, pathetic, and so hard to get rid of,” she growled.
“We can talk about your apartment problems later,” Katsumi chimed, rolling her shoulders readily. “I’ve got a date to beat down a crazy chick who thinks she’s a god to keep.”
Wonder Lady dug her hand into the ground and swung it up, flipping a chunk of the earth itself towards Katsumi the size of a large dinner table. Katsumi charged ahead towards it anyway, and as the spiraling stone flattened out, she ran across it like level ground, kicking off as she reached its edge. Wonder Lady grabbed for her, but Katsumi didn’t attack, instead grabbing her shoulder and flipping over her head. The villainess turned quizzically to try and track her, just as Katsumi threw a tethered kunai over her shoulder. Wonder Lady dodged it with a jerk of her head, not thinking of where it was heading as it sunk into the boulder she’d just thrown. Katsumi gave a hard jerk of the chord, the boulder still in mid-flight as it arced back and smashed over the back of Wonder Lady’s head.
Even with her super stamina, the amazon queen was brought to one knee. “Looks like your own island’s turning on you now!” Katsumi quipped, rushing back at her and giving a short leap to drive a knee into Diana’s chin. The supervillain stumbled backward with a cracking noise from her jaw, landing on her back just to brace her hands and shove herself back upward. She only got about halfway before realizing Katsumi was still right on top of her, kneeing her in the jaw again and dropping her back down to the stone. She snarled and swung a wild backhand, Katsumi cartwheeling backward from the attack. It gave Wonder Lady room to get her boots back under herself, at least.
Diana kept her eyes on Katsumi as she reached out beside her, sinking both of her sets of fingers into one of the tall Greek pillars around their battlefield. She gave a furious growl as she uprooted the mass of carved stone as if some expertly crafted but oversized club. Once she shook some loose rubble from her hair, puffing it out of her face casually even as she held the mass of stone, she bared her teeth in a malicious grin at Katsumi. "Time to squash you, little bug."
"That's no way to treat a LADY bug!" Katsumi insisted with a huff and folding of her arms under her bosom. Diana gave a downward swing at the glowing ninja, the pillar smashing a large crater into the ground where she'd just darted aside. Diana heaved it sideways instead, sweeping across the improvised arena. Katsumi nimbly hopped over a first swipe, clinging to the side of another undisturbed pillar. Diana roared and swung again like a giant major leaguer, crushing a few more and toppling them over, just for Katsumi to leap across to the other row of them.
"Just cuz you're mad at your decorator is no reason to take it out on me!" Katsumi objected. Diana swung it again, ripping the bottom of the pillar Katsumi was on into powder, raising it again to swing down and smash her as she leapt. Instead Katsumi swung around to its rear, kicking hard against it to topple it like a tree right for Diana. It was clear enough an obstacle for her to sidestep it and let it crash down next to her, but when she looked back up Katsumi was running along the pillar she was holding and coming right for her. She held onto the pillar to force her path towards her, readying a punch as soon as she came into reach. However just as her fist moved in, Katsumi leaned sharply to the right. It positioned her completely upside down, sinking a kunai into the bottom of the stone for leverage as she kept running on the underside of Diana's crude weapon rather than on top. Diana was far too baffled before Katsumi braced her hands on the ground and swung a double kick into Diana's crotch, getting a massive grunt from the godly opponent as she dropped the pillar, stumbling back and wincing as she held her crotch awkwardly.
Diana got several paces back before looking up at the mess of pillars, a crude set of barriers now between herself and the cliffside. The dust settled to show Katsumi sitting on the nearest one. She'd been hoping the dropped weapon had crushed her, but of course no such luck.
Diana leered at her before breaking into a run in the other direction, towards her jet. "Hey! Come back! I thought you Greeks were big on wrestling, not running!" Katsumi called after her. Diana reached the plane to turn back to the pursuing voice, only for her to pipe up again. "Oh wait, olympics could be either," Katsumi observed, perched on the wing of the jet as its cloak rippled under her glowing scandals, as if the light piercing through its veil.
Diana shot a punch at her, just for Katsumi to jump and land on her head before bouncing off. Diana managed to grab the back of her shirt, yanking on it to shove Katsumi's head for the spinning propeller nearby. "Oops!" Katsumi chirped, throwing a kunai behind her that wedged into the base of the whirling blade, stopping it short so that her head slid through the now open space where she would have been chopped to bits. It took Diana a moment to realize this, enough for Katsumi to deliver a double palm strike to the tops of her breasts, smacking loudly and causing them to jiggle uncomfortably inside her armored breastplate. Diana winced and was thrown off by the bouncing of her massive chest enough to let go of Katsumi. She lashed out with both hands to grab and strangle her, just for Katsumi to lean further back. The ninjette smacked the embedded kunai away, letting the propeller spring back to life and smack Diana across the face as it started to get its speed back.
The egotistical villain took a second resounding, metallic smack to her stunned face before she raised her bracelet, snapping the propeller blade off on it as she barged through for her opponent. She swung a fist that dented the metal of her cabin door, only to use it as a feint as she reached into a pouch on her belt. Fitting impossibly long in the small circle of leather, Wonder Lady produced her magical lasso and hurled it at Katsumi, wrapping around both of her wrists in its loop before it was tugged tight.
"Ha!" blurted Diana, but Katsumi simply ducked under a wing, darting away until the rope was pulled tight. With that, she dug her heels into the ground and pulled back, the dust sliding under Wonder Lady's feet as she was being pulled in. Diana looked shock, but knew she must be stronger than the little copycat. She flexed her arms and dug her boots in until the stone cracked underneath her. The two pulled hard back and forth several sweaty seconds until Katsumi chirped "Okyouwin!" and suddenly let go of her grip and stance. The harsh pull entirely on Diana's part catapulted Katsumi towards herself feet first, both smacking right across the Greek woman's pretty face.
Diana stayed on her feet, clearly a bit punch drunk at this rate though as she swung wildly and viciously at the younger foe. Katsumi zipped and dodged around her swings, rolling under or hopping over fists. It got to a point where Diana couldn't even tell if it was Katsumi's incredible movement or this supposed Amaterasu's teleportation kicking back in.
She eventually darted between the warrior queen's legs to avoid a double-fisted overhead smash. Once safely between her legs, Diana tried to turn just for Katsumi to smash her with another kick into her pussy. The villainess grunted huskily, forcing her eyes shut in pain as she bent over low. Katsumi leapt up onto her shoulders, clenching her thighs around Diana's head and spinning rapidly as she fell forward, spiking her face into the stone to bounce and roll away from the plane utterly dumbstruck.
Katsumi bounced to her feet and dusted off her hands, with Wonder Lady clumsily trying to rise as well. This quickly proved two things: for one, Katsumi was no long even remotely tied up. Second, Diana was entirely unable to get up, hogtied by what she realized to be Katsumi's pretending to dodge all those swings, really just running circles around her to wind her up and then tighten it all up with her falling corkscrew.
Sweating and wiping a having to check her lip for blood again, Katsumi still stood over Wonder Lady triumphant at last. The would-be god was now tied up on the ground, Katsumi drawing a knife as she closed in on her. “No, no, please!” Diana begged, but Katsumi spat out “Save it.” With that she raised her foot and delivered an axe kick to the back of her head, smashing her dark-haired head hard enough to embed it into the stone up to her neck. A few quick slices and the last of Diana’s battered clothes and armor fell away, posed much like the rest of her army.
With her head wedged in the rocky ground, ass and pussy sticking up to the air for anyone still standing (certainly and thankfully, not many) to see. Katsumi went to the edge of the valley, picking up the invincible blade Diana had thrown aside earlier. It was time to finish her.
She whirled the sword, finding it heavier than she was used to, but usable. She raised the flat edge of the blade, swinging it to slap against her invulnerably juicy ass cheeks. Spanking her with her own weapon as hard and fast as she could swing it, each blow made a thunderous sound that echoes throughout the valley. Diana's body quivered with each humiliating, booming smack, rocking her goddess-like body as her shrill, weak, panicked screams rang out, even through the rock from her mighty lungs at work.
Katsumi grabbed a handful of rope and pulled back, yanking Diana's head back out of the ground. Her eyes watered, sweating heavily and her voice was raspy from screaming and breathing heavy, forcing her bare boobs to bounce up and down like excited fleshy bunnies.
"Mercyyyy!" Diana whimpered, any real Wonder having left the crying villainess in this state.
"Like the mercy you gave my sisters?" Katsumi frowned. "No, I just wanted to hear a few things from you."
"Anything! I'll tell you anything!" Diana babbled. Katsumi let go of the rope so that she fell back onto her chest.
"First... you still think you're a goddess?"
"Wha-" Katsumi gave her a bone-rattling spank with the mystical sword that got a scream from her.
"That help answer the question at all?"
"NO! I mean, no I'm not!" she wailed.
"Don't be shy. Let's get a little louder. Here's some help." Katsumi wound up even harder to send another thundering smack across her rump, making her very flesh ripple.
"AGHHH! NO! I'm no goddess!" she screamed out to her collection of unconscious followers.
"You're just a fat ugly fraud, aren't you?" Smack! KABOOM! Smack! KABOOM!
"AUGHH! YES! FAT! UGLY! JUST A FRAUD!" Diana howled miserably.
"Even worse, here you are crying like a little girl!"
"Yes, I'm such a pathetic little girl!" Diana sobbed out, shivering in shame and pain as well as the sheer seismic force of her continued spanking.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"I'M A COWARD AND A WHORE AND A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A WOMAN LET ALONE A GODDESS!" Diana wailed on, cursing herself now that she seemed to get a grasp on Katsumi's demands. She screamed herself hoarse until she could only shout, then only whisper her self-directed insults.
When Katsumi was dripping sweat with effort, she wiped her forehead and left the amazon queen with an ass that looked like two tomatoes grew a set of legs between them, hardly able to move or speak. She took a moment to catch her breath, staying stone-silent a moment before she spun around.
Zetanna raised her wand and shouted out "Meab cigam!", a bright yellow bolt firing out at her. Katsumi wasn't as quick as she liked with the heavier sword, but it was enough to get it up and deflect the scorching beam. It ricocheted to strike Zetanna herself in the chest, knocking her onto her ass and shrieking as her top caught fire. She hurried to throw off her tuxedo jacket, only to have to rip at her one piece as the magical fire spread quickly.
"Dekan! ffo ym sehtolc ekat!" she blurted, her clothing finally vanishing in a puff of smoke and leaving her in just her stockings.
"Don't mind if I do," Katsumi said, looming over her and grabbing her by the hair. The magician wailed girlishly as Katsumi stuffed a fistful of Wonder Lady's shredded costume into her mouth as a gag. She also tore off her fishnets, using them as their namesake to wrap her arms and legs up together, essentially hogtying her and stringing her up on the edge of one of the shattered statues, wailing and whining through her gag that kept her from casting anything legible, and bound hands to keep her from her wand. She reminded Katsumi of some kind of slutty pinata.
With that, Katsumi sighed and scooped up the groggy Diana, seeing her eyes half-lidded and drooling from the beating.
Red Sonya finally dragged herself up the last of the cliff. The screams and explosive crashes of their battle sounded too good to miss, even if she was humiliated and sore and dirty with desert sands all over her freckled body. She heaved herself onto the cliff face, seeing the shocking sight of her highest commanders having been devastated. Katsumi looked like it was no easy feat for her, taking her time lugging Diana over her shoulder towards the wide open space at the edge of the cliff where the invisible jet still hummed quietly.
Red also saw the sword in between them. Unbreakable, able to cut through anything... also the rack of weapons that Diana kept as a collection. Not nearly so powerful, but versatile, and surely something she could manage to get the jump on her with. And Zetanna’s wand, laying right within arm’s reach. ...and a weary Katsumi with her back to her. Red was already breathing heavy, her big breasts heaving against the cool stone thoughtfully a moment as her fingers wiggled readily.
...no. Not today, Red decided, slumping down in a heap just to rest and watch Katsumi continue her hard-earned victory with a mix of admiration, respect, and fear.
Katsumi took the roped-up Wondy to the jet, securing the ropes a bit more as Diana made no effort to stop her, being bound and beaten. With her securely tied, Katsumi tugged loose the rope against her crotch and ass, throwing it up and around one of the wings of the plane. She gave it a sharp tug, Diana groaning weakly at the increased pressure on her tender bits.
“If that’s uncomfortable,” Katsumi sighed with a shake of her head. “You’re gonna just HATE this!” She leaned into the window of the jet, hitting a few switches until the engine roared to life, triggering the autopilot and jumping out just before it went soaring out over the ocean. The rope was drawn away tighter and tighter, giving Diana a few seconds to shake her head in dread before the speeding jet gave her a Mach-3 wedgie to remember, her screams trailing off over the sea behind her as essentially a sonic boom plus rope burn went up into her naked ass and snatch.
“Bon voyage, your highness!” Katsumi shouted after her with a big wave.
“Well, did you hear?” Power Woman asked conversationally. Super Woman nodded lazily.
“Diana has been defeated, they say. Broken by our mutual little pest.”
Power Woman shrugged, making her massive bosom wobble in her costume. “Just as well. She was getting out of her prime. Too obssessed with her ego, like some kind of amazon mid-life crisis. She wouldn’t have been much help much longer.”
Super Woman nodded. “Yes, so celebrations are in order! Our Katsumi has taken care of one of our problems for us!”
“Celebrations indeed,” Power Woman chuckled. “We’ll be sure to give her a warm enough welcome home with the party we have planned.”
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