Zhang Oh Part 3/Finale

took me the better part of a year, but finally finished the last part. previous two are on the blog, and required reading for this one. proud of it, just took far longer than planned for a number of reasons

Zhang had walked with her mule for days back home. She was angry and hurt after her terrible defeat, barely landing a hit in her recent showdown with Valentina. The robber had humiliated and beaten her sisters to force her to seek revenge, only to get the same herself.

She trudged back to the same sisters, who treated and patched up her wounds and mended her clothes while she rested with them for a few days.

Not one to truly sit still, she didn't simply waste her time sleeping. She meditated when she needed rest, but she spent much of her time training. She toyed with different styles, punching and kicking at some crude wooden dummies.

When not content with any of the experimental moves, she managed to walk into the market to buy a load of melons off the farmers. She'd throw them over her shoulder before turning around, grabbing them in mid-air to catch or crush them. She quickly mastered the idea before she moved on to balancing tea cups on her shoulders and arms to keep her every movement fluid and graceful.

Soon she found that none of the techniques were perfectly suitable for whatever she was seeking. Then, after further reflection, she found that was entirely the point. Valentina hadn't used a single actual style or technique in her entire battle, as prone to using guns and knives as she was kicks and claws. Zhang-Oh would be an open book now, even more than she had been the first time. No traditional form or philosophy of martial arts was going to see her through this battle.

Zhang-Oh set aside her practice a while. She went to spending her time tinkering with the vibrating "dynamite sticks" that she had taken from Valentina's stash, carefully whittling the edges until they each had a dragon's head on one end. A spare bit chain, and she was soon practicing with what she was calling her "dragon nunchucks."

Her head cleared by the pet project, she went back to her training, though in a far looser approach.

There was a bullet she had salvaged from her broken sword, wedged into the blade when she deflected Valentina’s bullet.   Zhang toyed with it a bit as she walked out to an old ranch, long abandoned by some old locals. Their barn and some old fences were all that remained now, but they were all she would need for now.

Zhang climbed up and balanced on one of the fence posts, delicately walking across the rickety wood before she tossed the bullet up into the air. She kept her eyes on it, trusting her feet to find the next posts as she moved beneath it, striking in various ways up to bounce or slap the metal ball back up. She palmed and jabbed it with her fingertips, and as she found her balance she started throwing in high kicks, incorporating them with backflips and short hops to further complicate her maneuvers.

She finally relented, letting the ball touch down perfectly balanced on top of the next post. Sizing it up for a moment, Zhang hopping into a short backflip, then lashed out her legs to land in a perfect split, each foot resting on the opposite pole. Her groin landed spread just above the middle of the fence posts, and her front foot sharply connected with the pellet to knock it over onto the next pole next to it.

"Are you still at this?" one of her sisters asked, approaching with a bundle of cloth in hand.

Zhang just nodded, flexing her legs to land off the fence before she delivered a spin kick that flung the bullet a long way off. "I'm getting better. I can feel it."

"Good," her sister smiled. "Because we've been working hard too. It's not as much as you've been doing, but we hope it helps."

She unrolled the cloth, revealing the new dress they had been working on. It was much like Zhang's old one, which had been ruined by Valentina in their showdown. This one way all white apart from the golden dragon embroidered on the upper part of the chest, the small bit they had salvaged when the bandit had blown her old one to pieces.

"It is beautiful," Zhang assured her, hugging her sister tightly.

"We hope that the white would suit you better. To help you keep your purity and clarity of your mind and soul."

"I'll wear it proudly into battle," Zhang assured her, setting it carefully over her shoulder and starting back towards their shop and home with her. "Very soon."

Zhang finally struck out with her mule after a few more days of casual practice. She knew that if she trained too hard, she would fall into habits and techniques that Valentina could see right through. Her journey went quicker this time: perhaps the benefits of her loose training, but she also didn't have the dead weight of captives and didn't have to ask for directions or leads. A few locals recognized Zhang-Oh and gave the foreign girl her space as she walked straight to the saloon where she last met Valentina.

The place had been mostly repaired over the last week or two, and most of the patrons paused and watched as the Chinese girl entered. Valentina wasn't at her usual table, instead over by the dart board, throwing her knives into its center. She waited until Zhang was within earshot when she broke into playful laughter.

"Well, now.  You actually came back.  I imagined you'd find your way out of that little animal trap I left for you, but to think you'd come back for more. A real masochist, aren't you?"

"A fool is the one who does the same thing twice and expects a different result. Isn't that the saying?" Zhang replied cooly.

"Oh please. Spare me your fortune cookie wisdom, sweetheart," Valentina teased, stepping away from her target practice. "If you think changing your trashy dress is enough to try again, I'm sure I could find a way to profit off a fresh slave. The last two you brought to me are just about reaching their limits." She snapped her fingers and waved dismissively to the room.

"You can all leave us," she ordered in a show of power, and the crowd reluctantly left the saloon. They did, of course, gather around out front, not foolish enough to not watch through the swinging doors or the windows.

Valentina smiled at the grim-faced Zhang, starting to say something when the Chinese fighter snapped a finger strike for her neck. Valentina leaned away to dodge it, grabbing her by the wrist and twisting back towards her, wrenching Zhang's arm around with her.

"You're too slow to dance with me, China doll," she mocked before she bumped her hips into Zhang's stomach, winding her and letting her hip toss Zhang to the floor. The martial artist was quick to roll to her knees, throwing a leg sweep at her ankles. Valentina briskly leapt over it before she stomped the heel of her boot onto Zhang's extended ankle, getting her to wince and recoil from the stinging blow. Valentina still followed up on her, sending quick but powerful strikes for Zhang's upper body. She was able to block the first few, but Valentina's eyes suddenly darted low.

Zhang's guard instinctively lowered to block another low blow, but the dark-haired woman went through with her feint by smacking a fist into Zhang's temple. Zhang instinctively flinched and lost her balance, allowing Valentina to land several more punches across her face that knocked over Zhang towards a poker table.

At this moment, Zhang rubbed her face a bit before turning and throwing a leftover shot glass at her.  Valentina dodged the glass, allowing the contents to lightly splash over her dress as she sneered angrily. Valentina seemed surprised by the close call, enough for Zhang to brace her hands on the table and spin her feet off the ground, landing a double kick into Valentina's stomach and knocking her back.

"If you want a throwing contest, you've picked the wrong opponent," she growled, reaching behind her and ripping out one of her throwing knives from the dart board. Valentina whipped it towards her opponent, Zhang twisting sharply to one side. She managed to avoid it wounding her directly, but it left a long slice over the chest of her dress before it hit the table behind her. Her breasts popped partly into view along the new slit.

Valentia smirked at her accuracy and the humiliating exposure punishing Zhang for her counter attack. "Such flimsy material, must have been made from Chinese labor."

Val drew another knife from the board, moving in towards Zhang. She took a slice at her, but Zhang dodged around it, wrapping her own arm around the one wielding it to trap it against her body. Valentina seemed undaunted by the maneuver, shifting a bit to slam a harsh kick into Zhang's crotch.

Zhang let out a pained wail, releasing her grip as her strength suddenly left her. Valentina grinned wickedly and groped one of Zhang's bouncy breasts through the hole in her dress, squeezing it roughly before pulling and tearing the hole wide enough to expose her bra. She used the simple handle while Zhang was still helpless from the cheap shot, pulling her into her and kneeing her in the crotch again.

Zhang coughed weakly as Valentina stepped back, letting the pretty Asian drop to the saloon floor holding her pussy in both hands. Valentina placed the toe of her boot under Zhang's chin and lifted her up, forcing her to face her as she licked the flat of her knife. "I couldn't imagine being an Oriental like you, standing beneath a superior Western woman.... envying her perfect body at every moment."

Val's still-clenched fist held the shred of cloth she'd pulled off from Zhang's freshly cut dress. She tossed the piece to the floor casually so she could cup her hands and pushes up her own breasts. "Mmmh, it's not even a fair comparison.  My chest is certainly more bountiful."

Valentia gave a shove of her boot, sending Zhang rolling away. The Chinese fighter rolled with the shove to get to her feet, tossing her silky black hair back behind her shoulders. She gave a light tug at her outfit, at least maintaining how much of her chest hung out.

"Don't even compare those pathetic tits to mine, you whore," Zhang said sternly. "By the end of this fight, I will show you why the best chest in the West belongs to a woman from the East."

Valentina smirked back and took a swipe at her with her knife, though Zhang leaned back and avoided the cut from even grazing her dress. Valentina shifted her grip to turn the knife into a backhand swipe, but Zhang's foot flashed along the ground, catching on the chain of her nunchucks. She kicked them up into her hand and gave a quick flourish wrapping the chain of it around Valentina’s wrist.

Both gave a few yanks, trying to throw the knife aside or free her arm for a slash, but neither gained full control of the lockup. With no ground gained or lost, Zhang finally saw an opening in leaving it be.

Zhang simply gripped the two wooden ends of the weapon, shifting forward and striking them against Valentina’s breasts rapidly. An onlooker could have mistaken it for Zhang playing Valentain’s large breasts like a fleshy drum set. The villainess’s bosom bounced around from the rapping sticks, the outlaw queen gaping in surprise from the strange and sudden counterattack.

While she was stunned, she whipped the chain off especially quickly, sending Valentina’s arm flying out of control from the weapon. The Italian woman's grip on the blade was tight enough that even as if went out of control, the edge sliced along her own dress, causing similar damage to the upper part of her garment. Her tight dress couldn't seem to handle the mass of her own chest, tearing through the fine cut as they bounced wildly into view behind her snug bra.

"What's this about having the best chest?" Zhang pried with a smirk. "All I see are cow udders."

Valentia's face flushed with embarrassment for a moment, looking even more exposed than Zhang was at the moment. The outlaw lashed out at her, just missing with a backhand strike, but leaving Zhang open for her to grab her long black hair and pull her stomach into Valentina knee. Zhang doubled over from the painful body blow, letting Valentina reposition herself behind her and flip up the back of her dress, grabbing onto the waistband of Zhang's thong.

"Oooohhh!" Zhang blurted out in horror, remembering the move from last time, but the Italian fighter ignored her plea and pulled hard enough to whip Zhang off of her feet, spinning her around in a broad whirling motion. The Chinese woman screamed as the underwear dug into her crotch and ass, her hair and dress whipping in the air before she suddenly flexed her legs and kicked out with both of her feet. They slammed right into Valentina's chest, precisely how she'd practiced on the fence posts. The woman in the torn black dress was knocked clean off her feet, landing on her ass. She was quick to stumble back to her feet, only to find that when she'd dropped Zhang, she caught herself acrobatically in a single handed handstand.

Zhang quickly spun around to land a whirling tornado of a kick to Valentina's face, knocking her even harder to the ground. The outlaw growled and rose back up a bit unsteadily. Zhang simply hopped on her hand to shift to the other, pulling a perfect split and spinning her leg at her again. This time, though, Valentina brought up her arm to block it, stopping Zhang's kick short of landing on her and using her other arm to slam her elbow down on top of Zhang's pussy. The Asian screamed as she fell to the ground, cupping her abused crotch tenderly.

"Nice try.  But the same move won't work against me twice," Valentina purred, her arrogance wounded but not lost. "As for you?  Let's get ready for round two, shall we?"

Zhang's eyes widened fearfully as Valentina grabbed her thong again, pulling up into the air. It went with such force that Zhang flew upward by her deeply intruding underwear, as if she was going to throw her completely over her head. But the outlaw instead swung her back down, crouching to stick out her knee and crush the Asian's pussy onto her powerful knee.

"AOOOH!" Zhang howled out in agony, mounted on her leg before Valentina pushed her off to squirm pathetically on the ground. Valentina wiped a hand over her knee, as if Zhang had dirtied it by taking her painful attack, before she walked up to her.

Valentina looked over the still writhing Zhang, the red dragon sewn into Zhang's partly torn dress catching her eye.

"Do you know why they call me the Woman with No Name?" she growled down at her. "Because every time a bitch ever stood in my way, I've beaten them to the point where they fear to even mention my name.  I've actually gotten bored the past few years, with how easily everyone bends to me. That is, until you showed up. So, I commend you for returning a second time, little Dragon.  That's a first for any opponent."

Valentina nudged Zhang over onto her back, the Asian wincing as she scowled back up at the outlaw.  "But at the end of the day, you're still nothing but another nameless whore who will be riding out of town, naked.  A simple storybook obstacle standing in my way to greatness. A dragon for the Queen to slay."

The dark-haired woman glared down at her, throwing a kick at Zhang's ribs. The Chinese girl got her hands up in time to block, using the momentum to roll back and tumble up to her feet.

"Do you ever shut up?" Zhang growled. "You're not worth this much pride. Especially not after I've robbed you of your honor, dignity, and each article of clothing you're now wearing. You will be the one to walk out of town naked and nameless.  And they will proclaim throughout both East and West that I, Zhang the Dragon, have beaten the Queen."

Valentina went on the offensive this time, visibly irate from the defiant backtalk. Zhang was still a bit slowed from the crotch shot, but she still brought up her guard and stopped all of Val’s strikes with quick, fluid gestures of her arms and legs. Zhang managed to shift quickly out of the way of Valentina's next kick, lunging forward and sharply ramming her shoulder into the outlaw to brace herself against her. She flexed her hand and threw a palm strike up into her chest, but Valentina spun back and avoided it as well. The black-clad woman scowled at her opponent. They were fighting on even ground. And she was hating it.

Valentina lashed out with both hands, boxing Zhang's ears for some quick payback. The disoriented Asian clutched her head, dazed enough for Valentina to lash out for Zhang's throat. Before the blow connected with the oriental fighter, she instinctively threw up an arm to cut off the attack. Valentina sent another after her, only to be deflected again by her other hand. Before the bandit could rally a third strike, Zhang lashed out with both hands, clamping them around the tips of Valentina's breasts and cranking her arms outward in a shocking and painful yank. Valentina gave a sharp gasp as Zhang's formal style was dropped to give her a simple titty twister to her partly exposed chest.

Valentina shoved herself away, face flushing and looking outraged.

"You little Chinese rat!" she snapped, throwing an angry hook at Zhang's head. Zhang leaned straight backward to avoid it, whipping back upright and touching her fingertips to the center of Valentina's chest. Her fingers rested for a split second against her sternum before her hand clenched and rocketed into a one-inch punch.

The one inch punch did not have the effect Zhang had hoped for but it worked.

Valentina staggered back a few paces, the surprise clear on her face as Zhang smirked at her grimly. Zhang pursued her with another punch, but the brunette caught her wrist. Zhang was quick to bring in her other hand to fire a cross at Val’s face, but she leaned back enough to avoid it and caught the other wrist as well, yanking them apart. Both women pressed forward, letting their proud chests bump into each other.

"Our girls meet again," Valentina purred lowly as their chests bulged against one another.  “But why bother? It's clearly no competition." Val started to step slightly forward, her bigger breasts starting to push Zhang’s back. Her hefty, soft flesh started to overwhelm the Asian’s, both women spreading their legs a bit for more solid footing. Their hips flexed, perky asses jutting out a bit further with their efforts.

That was when Zhang made her move. She shifted one of her legs to fire a kick right for Valentina’s crotch. The brunette’s eyes went wide, but she was quick to release her grasp on Zhang’s hands and grab around Zhang’s foot, stopping the attack just short of connecting. Even with her arms free, the martial artist simply used Valentina’s hand as a platform to launch herself into a flip over the busty outlaw's head. She looked up in surprise just as the foot came swinging down at her head. Valentina was just quick enough to lean back away from it, letting the kick fly past her harmlessly.

Val was just starting to smirk when she realized that her dodging had left her right in the path of Zhang's true attack; the Chinese fighter's bountiful chest used the leverage to slam down right on top of the outlaw's, letting them clash and jiggle in perfect unison. Val grit her teeth as things seemed to slow down around all the wild jiggling (possibly because they did for the sake of the movie), but as hers started to slow down and retake their shape, Valentina saw Zhang's were still going on with their hypnotically rippling waves of motion.

All the rapid contact of the rippling Chinese jugs pummeled Valentina's lovely pale breasts, until there was a distinct popping noise. Valentina felt the cool air over her chest before she realized that happened. The strain forced her bra to fly off of her chest, all of its hooks and supports snapping from the pressure on her bosom. Valentia was stunned as she realized her bare breasts were hanging out of her dress and her bra falling limply through the air.

Zhang stood in front of her, landing gracefully from her aerial attack with a hand on her hip, and her chest still somehow bouncing.

"Hmph." The Asian huffed dismissively, catching the falling bra and looking it over. "This looks like it belongs to a girl more than it does to a woman. No way would it fit a better and larger chest such as mine."

This clearly struck deep on Valentina as the woman stared at Zhang's jiggling breasts. It was enough to make her doubt, just for a moment. They couldn't be larger than hers! But the way they moved, it was hard to measure her exact proportions. They hadn't been that big when they'd begun, but it almost looked as if the battle had fed them until they were bulging out of her chest in such a way to give even her old partner Debbie pause.

While she was caught up in her thoughts, Zhang hooked her thumbs on the straps of the stolen bra, pulling it taut like a rubber band between her hands as she took up another wide fighting stance. Valentina huffed at her mocking gesture, stuffing her breasts back into her dress before giving them a helpful little boost upward with her palms.

"That's enough out of you," Valentina growled, marching the distance between them and throwing a punch for Zhang's head.

The Chinese woman dodged the right swing, and as Valentina followed up with a left, she raised the villain's bra to catch her punch. It bounced back, to her surprise, and when she swung again Zhang caught it between the elastic of her straps, twisting it in either direction to bind her forearm in it like a trap. Zhang delivered a quick jab into her face, the recoil of the elastic letting her hand retract quickly before Valentina could try to grab at it. She rode the same rebound to fling her other arm forward, the elastic pulling one arm forward when the other went back for a swift one-two punch to Valentina's face.

The outlaw growled in frustration, grabbing a knife from within her sleeve and lashing out at Zhang. Zhang pivoted to let her miss her slash, pulling on the bra to yank on her wrist and send the blade skidding across the floor. Val made a desperate and angry grab for it, but it only served to leave her open for Zhang to rapidly punch into her chest, bouncing back and forth on the stretching bra to accelerate her punches even more quickly. Valentina's boobs squashed back into her chest repeatedly as she let out a few vibrating grunts before her breasts popped back out of her dress once again. Naturally, her bra wasn't there to keep them contained anymore.

"Missing this?" Zhang chimed, smirking and rotating her hands to flourish the bra. "Perhaps if you beg for forgiveness, I'll let you walk out of here wearing this rather than leaving you naked."

Valentina scowled at her and pushed herself back into her dress, accented with the same securing little push up to emphasize their size for Zhang's and her own sake.  "I'm going to hang you outside of town by your own undergarments and they'll say this was the whore who defied Valentina."

She moved in on Zhang again, lashing out with hooks rather than jabs this time to stay out of the center of the bra. Zhang retreated a bit, but still used the balance of the bra to keep her hands centered and fluid, if more rigid in their stance. It hadn't been anything she'd planned on, but it was serving her quite nicely in exchange for her creativity.

Zhang lunged with another stretching punch, Valentina managing to dodge around it before the Chinese girl's leg kicked squarely into her side. Val grunted, but caught her by the leg, holding her in place and on one foot as she sent a few punishing body blows into Zhang's stomach. Zhang gave a few grunts from the quick gut punches, but twisted her body away and pulled on the bra to let her other hand deliver a sharp blow across Valentina's cheek.

The black-clad fighter stumbled from the hit, but gave another flourish of her hand to produce another knife. This time rather than Zhang herself, she simply swiped it between her hands, slicing the bra in half.

"I didn't like your tastes in fashion either," Zhang said dryly. "It made you look like a whore."

"Insolent cur!" Valentina growled charging in after her. She sent and elbow into Zhang's cheek, knocking her head aside for a moment before she sent a quick palm strike into Valentina's breast. They bounced and she grunted, but the Italian fighter kept up her assault in forcing Zhang back. They each blocked most of their attacks, fighting on more even ground for once.

Finally Zhang had her back to the wall, enough that Valentina could lunge in and grab her by the wrists. She shoved her hefty chest into Zhang's, her breasts bullying her back as Zhang winced from the pressure and braced her heels, trying to resist the pain.

"I'll show you whose breasts are best, you tramp," Valentina growled, clearly a sensitive subject as she kept leaning in. Without the leverage of her flying attack, Zhang found herself overpowered by the sheer size of her chest, giving a quick wail of pain when Val rammed her suddenly, bouncing back as Zhang grunted and her chest bounced out of control. Val watched expectantly, but Zhang's bra did not fly out as she expected. Her breasts did fall from her dress, but as Zhang clutched her chest, it remained within her bra, jiggling rather fluidly even with the undergarment containing them. They bounced with her bra rather than weigh down and strain it like Val's had, pressing her temper a bit further.

"Not so impressive. Certainly not fitting against a queen's," stated Valentina with satisfaction, sensually licking her upper lip.

"Sounds more like you're trying to convince yourself. If yours belong to a queen, mine belong to a goddess," retorted Zhang defiantly, hands on her hips.

Valentina's face went a bit redder with rage as her expression went sour. She braced her legs and lunged forward, ramming her chest into Zhang's smaller pair. The Chinese woman grunted and staggered a bit, but the outlaw was quick to turn and slap her breast across Zhang's like a boxing glove. Zhang let out a higher yelp this time, trying to get her hands up for a desperate guard. Valentina grabbed her by the arm, holding her in place and throw a few rapid punches into the Asian's belly before shoving her harshly backward. Zhang winced and lost her footing as her back connected with one of the abandoned poker tables, the dark-haired woman pinning her shoulders down before shoving her chest down onto her. Zhang gave a few more pained, breathless grunts as the bandit's heavy tits kept smashing down on hers, burying them in the bigger bust.

"Are those tears I see in those slanted eyes, you pathetic bitch?" Valentina gloated down at her, sneering sadistically. She kept up her bombardment, letting out her insecurities and paranoia about her chest in the form of crushing Zhang's perky pair. Their bare flesh of her cleavage mashed into each other's, Valentina's bombshells plowing into Zhang's defenseless chest like a siege on the Great Wall. By the time Valentina finally stepped back, Zhang's arms held desperately onto the table, looking sweaty, breathless and disoriented.

Zhang threw a desperate kick at Valentina's stomach, but Valentina caught it and threw a kick into the Chinese girl's cunt in return.

"OUGHHH!" Zhang let out a huge groan of pain, falling to her knees holding her pussy. Valentina didn't even bother to savor her moans, stepping up and throwing several punches back and forth across her lovely face. The dazed Zhang still managed to block one of them, but Valentina locked fingers with her and twisted her grip, getting a miserable wail as she bent Zhang's wrist. She didn't get her entire shout out before Valentina kicked her in the chest, sending her tumbling to the bar's floor.

Zhang could only rise to all fours, moaning dizzily as she tried to crawl to safety. With her hips thrust up behind her, Valentina had no problem stepping up behind her and seizing the thong and pulling back on it. The bandit pulled hard enough to bury it up Zhang's pussy as well as dragging her back towards her. "Running away, little Dragon? But I'm not done with you yet."

She grabbed Zhang by the hair, forcing her to her knees before she drove her knee into her cheek, rattling her head with the harsh blows before throwing her face first to the ground. Zhang coughed and writhed slowly, unable to stop Valentina from pulling down the top of her dress and unbuckling her bra. Zhang grabbed at her desperately, but Valentina easily smacked her hand away and kicked her back to the floor, taking the stolen bra for herself.

"So, mine are bigger after all," Valentina observed, looking the bra over a bit before looping it around her own impressive chest in place of her recently shredded one. It was indeed a tight fit, and her breasts visibly bulged and distorted a bit, looking even bigger as they threated to explode out of the tight top.

Unhindered by the snugly fitting bra, Valentina strode over and grabbed Zhang by the hair, flinging her carelessly towards the wall. Zhang managed to catch herself with her arms instead of her head, stumbling up to her feet and leaning on the banister of the stairs leading up to the rooms. Zhang still looked gorgeous, if a beaten mess, and her dazed expression regaining a bit of its ferocity. She thrust her fingers towards Valentina's throat as she approached, the outlaw dodging around it nimbly.

"More fight in you than I remember," Valentina mused, kneeing Zhang in the crotch before leaning into her, pressing her forearm into the martial artist's throat as she bent back over the railing. Zhang's face went red as her lips parted, gagging and trying to breathe through the choke.

"Had enough?" Valentina purred at her. Zhang simpled eyed her, features wide with shock and fear. "Yea, I thought so." She sneered and stepped back, letting Zhang fall to all fours. Zhang clutched her own throat, coughing up air while the bandit queen went back to her table in a casual strut.

"Lot more dangerous than I remember, too," Valentina said, as if to no one in particular. She picked up her revolver, the custom-made heart-tipped pistol that Zhang had knocked aside earlier, and turned to aim it at Zhang.

"Now, hands up!" she barked, Zhang's eyes catching the weapon trained on her. She caught her breath and held up her hands obediently, watching her closely.

"You should've joined me when you had the chance, sweetheart." Valentina scolded. "I can't say I didn't enjoy having you over but you may be too much of a threat to keep around, even for the Queen of the West. Nonetheless, I don't think anybody will wonder who won this fight, and who slayed this Dragon."

Valentina clicked back the hammer of her revolver with practiced ease.

"Goodbye, China doll."

Zhang's mind worked quickly as she drew out her shot. With her hands up, she couldn't hope to reach anything, let alone a weapon. She flexed and shook her shoulders, making her bare breasts wobble once more. The jiggle distracted Valentina for an extra second or two, but mainly it caught the necklace she had looped around her neck. The bullet that was wrapped in the chord, originally shot by Valentina in their previous fight, flew up into the air after seemingly disappearing into her deep cleavage shortly into the fight.

Valentina shrugged off the action of her bosom and pulled the trigger. But by then, Zhang had caught her bullet in midair, flicking it with perfect precision into the barrel of the gun as it fired.  With the bullet blocking the only means of the gun releasing the pressure of all its gunpowder, the gun blew up right in Valentina’s hands.

Zhang shielded her face from any of the smoke and shrapnel that flew from Valentina's diection. When most of it had cleared, Zhang could see Valentina still standing, but looking like an utter mess. Her hair was mussed into several tangled curls, and the smoke and soot marking her face and skin. Her dress had several huge tears in it, her breasts hanging completely out of her body, though the bra remained mostly intact. Her classy dress looked too shredded for even a homeless woman to take at this point. Of course, her prized gun was now little more than a dirty handle.

Zhang pushed herself up, breathing deeply before she glared up at her opponent. "It seems you have forgotten your mythology," the Chinese woman said scoldingly. "There is such a thing called 'Dragon Fire."

Valentina looked at herself, in confusion and then outrage.

"You.. you cheating little rat!" the villainess hissed, grabbing for the table again. She snatched up her one remaining knife and charged for Zhang, swinging in a violent frenzy of slashes. Zhang's eyes lit up, staying alert and dodging around her frantic swipes with every bit of grace and fluidity she had at her disposal. Valentina was lucky to come close to hitting her, let alone landing so much as a glancing blow. She finally lunged in with a stab for Zhang's eye, looking to leave her a nasty scar. The nimble woman sidestepped and grabbed Valentina by the arm, twisting herself around while bending her arm out of shape with her. Valentina let out a sharp wail as the pressure was placed on her elbow, unable to keep a solid grip on the knife.

Zhang easily plucked it from her hands, throwing it over her shoulder quite casually. She didn't even bother to look to see that it had connected in the dead center of the dart board by the bar. Valentina was still stuck in her grasp when Zhang slammed her knee up, pounding into the bigger woman's chest repeatedly. She shook and grunted from the hits, finally pushing herself away from Zhang's grasp.

The Chinese fighter pursued her, Valentina stumbling back to the steps away from the determined martial artist. She threw a kick at her from the higher ground, but Zhang fluidly dodged this as well, catching her heel and flipping her onto her ass. Valentina scooted up the steps backward on all fours, grabbing a small table with a flower pot on it and hurling it down the steps. Zhang leapt out of its way, her feet catching herself on the wall before springing back into the path and jump kicking Valentina across the face.

The outlaw staggered along the wall, catching herself just shy of the first of the entrances to the rooms. Zhang pulled her hands back, ready like claws as Valentina prepared to protect her face. Instead, Zhang's hands went to her chest, pinching the overly swollen jugs by their nipples.

"AHHH! WHORE!" Valentina shrieked at the childish attack, once again.  She hugged her chest, throwing her other hand forward in a wild haymaker. Zhang's flowing style still outmaneuvered her, ducking under the blow and placing her fingertips against Valentina's chest. The outlaw was barely able to notice before Zhang clenched her fist and shot it forward in another one-inch punch.

This time, the punch landed effectively.

It went too quickly for either of the women to really see, but Zhang's precision and familiarity with her style let her know what would happen. The punch sank quickly and deeply into Valentina's tit, hard enough that it flattened and then expanded again to slap into the other compacted breast. The power behind the blow sent them both tits flopping apart, stretching and tearing at the damaged dress and stockings. By the time they'd each reached the peak of their bounce, the dress could take no more. All of Valentina's clothes exploded off of her, leaving her in only her underwear and embarrassingly shocked in front of the smirking Zhang.

Valentina staggered back awkwardly. She grabbed for a nearby table, only to lose her footing from the disorienting blow. Her breasts were still bouncing and swaying, though against her will this time. They swung back and forth, slapping into each other rather noisily. The tables had turned so quickly; there she was, nearly nude and overwhelmed by her opponent's exotic attacks.

She looked up again, only to find Zhang right in her face. Valentina showed something for the first time, besides her snug black thong; she was utterly uncertain, and almost afraid of her odds in winning this battle.

Zhang shoved her chest into hers, squashing Valentina's bouncing jugs once more. The bra popped loose, flying off of Valentina's body and into the air. Zhang caught it skillfully, twirling it a before holding it up to her chest and latching it back on.

A perfect fit.

"This garment was designed by my sisters," Zhang lectured her. "Made specifically to fit only one set of proportions. Mine. No other woman is worthy enough to wear it, not even a Queen." She smirked at the dazed and busty bandit. "Or do you care to prove me wrong?"

Valentina was flustered, and running out of ideas and weapons (and clothes). She went with her strengths; she charged right into Zhang, grabbing her hands and trying to shove her tits into hers. Zhang was ready for this, and handled her opponent masterfully. Valentina's breasts no longer had the focus of her bra, or even Zhang's. They were swinging like wrecking balls with no precision, and Zhang seemed to overpower and outmaneuver them at every turn. For every ram and shove Valentina gave, Zhang's tits rolled fluidly with them and eluded any real damage. She dodged the worst and countered into the softer parts and tender muscles. Zhang's hard nipples even dug into the edges of Valentina's, drawing out a long, shrill scream from her as if she had her in a submission hold. Valentina pushed into her with all her might, seeming to crush Zhang's chest back.

Zhang didn't even flinch, meeting her eyes fearlessly before her tits bounced back into shape, knocking the huge flopping jugs away before shoving hard right between them, sending Valentina falling back so hard that she crashed right through the door leading to her bedroom.

Valentina looked dizzily up at the ceiling for a few moments, feeling like she was dreaming. Her body was battered. Her tits had been beaten! She was being made a fool of!

Zhang stood over her a moment later, now topless herself with her bra slung over her shoulder. She held up a lacey pink and white bra instead that Valentina found familiar.

"Was this yours?" Zhang asked innocently, wrapping it around her chest. She pulled on the straps hard, letting the bra stretch to pull back into her chest before her perky tits simply broke it from trying. Valentina watched in shock and dismay as Zhang grabbed another, cycling through her bras and breaking another, and another, until her tits had snapped every bra she owned in half. "None of these can contain me," Zhang stated. "I trust you understand what this means."

She cupped and pushed up her chest, the thick and perky tits almost standing up triumphantly Valentina's direction. They jiggled and bounced around like playful puppies asking for more fun. Meanwhile the white woman's were heavy and sagging on either side of her chest, too big for their own good and never matching the sheer elasticity and firmness of Zhang's. Even then, their bulk had been squashed back into her chest and looked flatter, almost deflated. The best tits in the West were now dangled, devastated, and defeated.

Valentina rose again, still shaken mentally and physically as she made a break for the door. Zhang cut her off just outside by the steps, ramming her bust into Valentina's once again. Their busts boxed with each other, Zhang's solid chest positively pounding the bandit's around like they were lumps of bread dough. Her hard nips and firm funbags pummeled Valentina's tender breasts until she was staring with fear and wordless pleading at the Asian. Zhang looked back uncaring, even looking past the woman. There was no fear left in her, only focus and revenge as she tore Valentina's tits apart. She leaned into hers hard enough that Zhang's tits bulged out bigger than ever, flattening Valentina's against her ribs so tightly that no one could tell if they were A cups or F cups by looking at them.

Valentina leaned into her, but her back couldn't hold out much longer. Just when she felt ready to fall over backward from their chesty duel, Zhang grabbed her opponent’s panties and gave one more shove with her chest that sent Valentina tumbling down the stairs with Zhang, letting the criminal fall right out of her thong and landing flat on her back near the saloon doors.

There! She had to make an escape. Regroup. Fight back. Get the jump on the Oriental rat. Valentina scrambled up to all fours, crawling pathetically with her bare ass up in the air. There were voices outside, wondering what was going on with all the noise and how long the fight seemed to be going on. Valentina liked to toy with people, but she'd never kept them away for this long.

She didn't care. She had to get away! She got to her feet and ran for the door, just before Zhang was upon her with her freshly revised Five Animals of the Shaolin technique.

The Dragon struck first with Zhang’s hands braced together.  Both palms smashed together into Valentina's tits and squashed them flat. The Panther was next, having Zhang shift her grip, turning the fingers vertical and sinking her nails into the skin of Valentina's battered boobs, squeezing them into each other. The Tiger brought her hands apart again, slashing her nails over the tender skin and getting a weak, childish wail out of the bandit before twisting her 180 degrees in the opposite direction. The Snake came from below, Zhang dropping into a split and thrusting her hand out in a knife-like motion, ramming her fingers painfully into Valentina's vagina. She groaned loudly and bent far over as her pussy ached, just for Zhang to leap into a graceful kick in the manner of the Crane. It snapped sharply into Valentina's ass, launching her forward and bouncing her face off the glass of the saloon window.

It caught everyone's attention, just as Valentina stumbled and turned and slumped against the window. It was not a flattering picture, with her ass squashed against the window and stretched out to look huge. People muttered and fussed over the view, mothers covering their children's eyes as the menfolk whistled and laughed at the enormous butt that seemed to belong to Valentina. The view only lasted a moment, as from the outside, they saw the Asian woman grab her by the hair, turning her around to face the window. Zhang slammed her breasts into the back of her head, crushing her face against it as her cheeks smeared sweat and drool pathetically over the glass. It also had the similar affect to Zhang's outthrust jugs, looking bigger than ever as they puffed out across the windowpane.

"Wow!  A good old fashion saloon catfight!"

"And Valentina's not winning it! That’s a sight to see."

"Not as much to see as her giant backside, though! Haha!"

"Does that Oriental gal actually have bigger ones than Valentina?"

"I like 'em better than Valentina's!"

"What? No way. Valentina is queen around here!"

"Not anymore. Looks like that Zhang the Dragon has dethroned the Queen."

Zhang finally stepped back, leaving the people to speculate. Valentina was breathless and exhausted, throwing weak, sluggish punches at her opponent. Zhang easily sidestepped each swing, finally unleashing a blinding barrage of slaps. Valentina's head couldn't finish recoiling in one direction before the next one hit her, pummeling her from all direction.

Accenting each word with a slap, Zhang chanted, "That! Will! Teach! You!" Not! To mess! With! My!"

"–SISTERS!" She threw one last punch, sending Valentina reeling like a rag doll until she flopped on her stomach on top of a poker table. She looked completely witless for a few seconds as she heard a lighter flick open.

Valentina looked up dizzily, her eyes focusing to see Zhang lighting herself a cigar. She almost felt relief before Zhang produced the dragon nunchucks she had brought with her. The ones that Valentina recognized as being tipped with the vibrating dynamite she had punished her with in their last fight.

"W-wait," she muttered fearfully. "Please reconsider.  I am a Madame..I am the Queen.  Stop! I yield! Mercyyyy!"

Zhang was in no mood to listen, and in no mood for mercy. The thong-clad Chinese queen shoved the tips of the nunchuks into Val’s ass and pussy, using the lighter to set the fuses.  Then, Zhang threw her beaten opponent by the hair to the ground, never much of a forgiving type for those who crossed her; far more antiheroine than truly a good girl.

She straddled Valentina's back as she kneeled on all fours before her conqueror, smacking the beaten bandit's plump bottom sharply. "Gidyap, you ugly cow." A moment later, the vibrating dynamite buzzed and shook.

Valentina howled and wailed miserably as she scampered forward awkwardly like a race horse, urged on by Zhang's spankings and the constantly shaking of her toys.

The crowd stared as Zhang came out riding their outlaw queen like a mule. None were really angry with the outcome, except maybe a few conservative schoolmarms who had driven away the gawking young boys. It was far more worthy of snickers and confusion than outrage.

"The Queen has been dethroned," Zhang declared to them firmly. Clearly none of them were going to stop her, whether out of appreciation or fear of the martial artist. Zhang grabbed Valentina's hanging tits, savoring the moment and shaking them firmly like a pair of roughly treated handles. "And by a Dragon, no less. It is her fault for being a mere countryside cow to be feasted on by a passing dragon."

Zhang gathered her things and went to the stables. Her mule waited patiently, but she borrowed some more horses for the trip and stuffed a few of the outlaws' valuables into the feeding trough to cover the expenses. She had three prisoners to move, after all, and she wanted to give it a break. She realized she had never truly named the mule, but it was patient, trustworthy, loyal, and stubborn. They understood each other perfectly.  Thus, she decided to call it, "Xiaolong", meaning "Little Dragon."

She piled them onto the horseback, Maria openly weeping in her complete defeat. "DD" Debbie sniffled and whimpered, letting out the occasional pathetic sob. Valentina tried to remain cool and calm, but her eyeliner going down her face showed she was not always this way.

Zhang stepped over each of them, and the last thing they saw was an eclipsing pair of breasts before they were smothered unconscious for their trip to the jailhouse.

Deputy Molly West was left in charge of the prison in the next town over. The sheriff knew her as something of a ditz. And a bimbo. And a clutz. And a few other choice words, mostly ones the Sheriff found carved into the walls of the outhouse. He left her there where she couldn’t really botch anything. He’d feel more sorry for her if the girl had a decent thought in her head, but he could at least trust her not to let out the town drunk while he was out on his walk around town.

“You there.” Molly looked up from almost falling asleep at her desk. A Chinese woman stood there, a poncho over what looked like a secondhand dress.

“Huh? Yea? Can I help ya?” the busty blonde woman replied in her thick Southern drawl.

Zhang rolled her eyes a bit. “I have some bounty to collect.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder.

Outside, one could say there was a row of four asses lined up and waiting for her over the hitching rail; three of them were the women, piled over it on their bellies in front of the sheriff's office. The fourth “ass” was Xiaolong, the mule.

The women were all tied up and gagged snugly as a set of Christmas presents. Their asses weren't terribly recognizable to someone like Molly, but the wanted posted tied to their hips labelled them more clearly. Molly had a hard time remembering the last time she’d seen so many lovely ladies tied up like that, but she felt like she had at some point. She went to some wild parties.

Zhang waited while Molly went over to check the posters, then stepped around to check their faces. “One thousand dollars…” Molly read outloud. “Two thousand… three thousand! That’s… a lot of thousands, missy!” Zhang gave her a bored look and nodded. Molly went to the safe, looking at her hand where she’d written down the combination. “Whole mess of money. You know, I really appreciate that kinda help around here…”

Molly popped open the safe and turned on her, pointing a derringer pistol at Zhang. “Cuz I can just kill ya and take the credit and the money for myself!”

Zhang didn't even flinch. When Molly fired, quickly and clumsily, Zhang sidestepped her entire round of bullets in one graceful motion. Molly only realized she was gone when the gun clicked empty, trying to swing it as a club at Zhang's head as she moved in on her. She easily blocked Molly's wrist and thrust her palm into her belly, launching the ditzy blonde a few feet back and smacking into the cell bars behind her. She was left dazed and gawking as Zhang stepped towards her, throwing a double chop to the tender muscles holding up Molly's oversized jugs. The deputy squeaked as she clutched her chest protectively, Zhang not even bothering with any technique as she cold clocked Molly to the floor.

Zhang turned around from the joke of a fight, just to see the three outlaws hurrying to finish undoing their ropes. They hadn't even bothered with the gags yet in their hurry, but they hadn't counted on Zhang finishing her fight so quickly. They all dove for her as one hurried, vicious attack, but Zhang never lost her cool. She stepped back from Maria's punch, just to shoot her toe up into her jaw and knock her flat on the floor. Valentina threw a kick at Zhang's side, but she was already dodging by the time it came in. She grabbed the bandit queen by the leg all the same, spinning and throwing her by the long, naked limb until she crumbled helplessly over the deputy's desk. Debbie grabbed her in a bearhug from behind, her massive breasts pushing over Zhang's shoulders, but she took the big blonde's arm and shoulder and tossed her hard enough for her to land ass-first on Molly's chair, breaking it beneath her plump hips.

All three bandit women stared up groggily only to see Zhang fire a continuous, sweeping roundhouse kick that knocked out all three, sending them hurling in the same direction at once while Zhang spun full circle, landing in a hands on hip pose.  Her chest bounced enthusiastically.

“Hmph.” Zhang turned up her chin victoriously.

With the three down again, Zhang wrapped up her business quickly. She didn't say much the entire time, she didn't exactly leave quietly. She took the few thousand she was owed from the open safe before shutting it behind her. She took her four unconscious and aching prisoners (adding Molly to Xiaolong's back) back out of the office, stringing them up by their arms and wrists on the big sign out in front of town. Where it had showed "Welcome to" earlier, there were instead four buttocks facing any passing readers. Each of the three outlaws had their wanted posted tied around their necks, marked with the stain of a lipstick-covered kiss. Written across the bottom of each poster with the kiss was also signed "The Dragon."

Each of the women also had more lipstick written across their asses.  Some phrase denoted in Chinese characters. The movie ended with a few still shots showing each woman's face, then a shot of the shot and a translation of their buttocks in the subtitles.

First was an unconscious Maria, the harmonica still stuck in her mouth. The caption showed her as "Maria the Desperada. Bounty: $1000."

Marias rear translated to "One without Shame or Honor".

Debbie was weakly sobbing, her huge breasts mashed against the sign.

Front: "Double D Debbie. $2000."

Back: "One whose greed conquered her".

The haughty Valentina was a mess, her hair over her face  and looking a helpless mess instead of her usual sensual and predatory expression. Her confidence was now covered in fear and shame.

Front: "Valentina. The Woman With No Name. $3000."

Back: "One who is depraved.  She has met her match and it was too much for her."

Molly was gagged with them, nude except for her Deputy hat covering her eyes like a makeshift blindfold rather than a fashion statement.

Front: "Deputy Molly West. $0."

Back: "One without character."

Quietly pleased with her work, Zhang left them to their suffering until the Sherriff would pull them down. Her job done, she finally mounted her mule and rode off where all proper protagonists go: into the sunset.

"Zhang-Oh" appeared on the screen over the vanishing bounty huntress, followed by a plain text "Fin."

So, it was a long, crazy movie, but damned if it wasn't a fun little flick. I sent the full report at the end of the week on schedule, realizing it had taken most of my evening just to watch it all. The management back at the studio replied the next day.

"Yea, we saw the Zhang-Oh picture already. We've talked it over, but realized that we can't release it under the new studio. There's not a huge market for Westerns anymore, let alone how many people it would probably offend at the box office. Better to keep this our dirty little secret.”

But what about the adult film market?  We could release it there.

“Trust me. As a producer who is quite in touch with movie goers, I don't think people would enjoy catfights anyway. It seems more of a niche fetish. Therefore, I don't think it'd be worth releasing.  End of discussion.

That said, I think Jan may have mentioned a sequel....apparently they made another one while filming this one.  I'll send you a copy.”