Grab her!

You rush forward to grab the goddess. She's bolder than the average girl, though, and proves willing to wrestle you to preserve her modesty. What's more, she's not exactly a slouch. Though you've yet to find a female capable of matching you in strength, her deific might gives you more of a contest than usual.

Rule number one when wrestling with a woman: If you control her panties, you control her. You reach around Djornella and slip the fingers of each hand into the leg holes of he underpants. Yanking up, you convert the boyshorts immediately into a thong. You feel her buttocks tense up as she goes up on her toes.

"Ouch!" she says. "Oh, that's low..."

Daisy broke out laughing. "You just gave a goddess a wedgie!"

"I sure did!" you say. "Want to take a bet on what her pussy looks like?"

"I'll bet you a spanking that she's as waxed as a tortoise shell!"

"No!" Djornella shouts. "You are not looking at my va--"

Her next words turn into a "HRRUGH!" when you pull up as hard as you can on her panties. Her feet leave the floor. She hangs from your grip for a few seconds, then you haul her up and over your shoulder. She tumbles to the floor in a heap, but leaves her underpants in your hands.

"Ha-ha!" says Daisy, victoriously, as she catches the goddess by the ankles and holds her in a mortifying handstand. "Look here: The smoothest damn pussy you've ever seen! Now you need to give me a spanking!"

Djornella screams.