Power Girl vs Wonder Woman commission

a real quick job for some reason! a lot of light notes and a lot of free range on the story made it easy to work. When Wonder gets a little bitter, the gauntlet's thrown down and it's made very clear which of them is the top heroine

Wonder Woman was finally fed up with Power Girl. They had been fighting side by side for a long time, when the situation called for it. When Luthor had a giant robot attacking a city, the amazon and the kryptonian would smash it to pieces and save the day. Grodd was sending his gorilla army to attack humanity? The two heroines could stop him even when outnumbered 100 to 1.

It was the aftermath that always got to her. There were four occasions in a row where Power Girl couldn't help rubbing her face in it. Literally. There were dozens of pictures from the occasions when reporters flocked to a scene of the triumphant women, snapping pictures at the wreckage and of course, the gorgeous and powerful women in their tight outfits.

Whenever the reporters reached them, PG would make it a point to push her way into the shot, mashing her enormous breasts right into Diana's face. Sometimes it was disguised as a hug or bumping into her, but every single time, someone wound up with a photo surprised Wonder Woman's face crammed or bumping into Power Girl's unmistakeable chest. It was always in the sleaziest of newspapers and blogs  with an obnoxious headline like "PG Makes WW Look Like A Boob!" The worst was when PG had gotten Diana's face stuck in the famous "boob window" of her costume, posing for and chatting with photographers for a full minute before she even realized Wonder Woman was in between her tits, kicking and shouting with her voice muffled by the two giant knockers.

It drove Diana up the wall. but the last straw came when Poison Ivy tried to take out a city with a giant venus fly trap. They got to the root of the problem quickly enough, but when the fans and reporters came for a word with Wonder Woman, she started to explain and give an inspiring speech. While the cameras were still live, Power Girl flew right into the scene. Her turn came in so sharp that the blonde's giant breasts swung and slapped Wonder Woman dead in the face, completely knocking her out with nothing but her tits and a bit of kryptonian clumsiness.

Diana called her out. She didn't need any press, but she wanted her people to know. She sent a messenger to invite Power Girl to her amazon island. Diana would show them and Power Girl the difference between a warrior amazon princess and a ditzy kryptonian bimbo.

The two met in the ancient arena of the amazons. The entire island was gathered for this honor duel, even Diana's mother Hippolyta seemed especially excited for the fight. The crowd roared for their local champion, who was clad in her famous red, white, blue and gold attire of a one piece, tiara, and high boots. Her dark curls bounced along her shoulders as she paced readily on her side of the classic gladiatorial stadium.

The crowd also cheered for Power Girl, a bit more than Diana appreciated. But she was still a righteous and powerful woman to the world, well within their expectations of a hero. PG came out flexing proudly, clad in her blue boots and gloves and a white one piece with a large diamond of flesh exposed on her cleavage. "Took a lot of guts challenging me, Di," Power Girl called to her opponent, still all smiles and jiggles in a way that was starting to grate on Wonder Woman. "Gotta respect that."

"I don't need your respect," Diana hissed back bitterly. "But I shall earn my people's." This got some approving cheers and whistles from the onlooking warrior women, one of which rang the gong to signal the start of the match. Both of the women flew right for each other, soaring like a pair of gorgeous missiles. Wonder Woman threw a punch at her face while Power Girl did the same, both of them recoiling as it gave off a huge, booming crash that shook some of the closer spectators. PG slid back as she planted her feet in the sand, but Diana went tumbling head over heels before she was able to right herself.

"Not bad at all," Power Girl flattered, smiling and nodding back at Diana. The princess shook out the sand from her hair and growled, clenching her powerful fists at being outdone again.

"I've only started warming up," Wonder Woman declared, charging Power Girl on foot this time. PG waited for her to close the short distance and throw a punch at the blonde's head. The busty kryptonian casually blocked the blow with one flexing arm, smirking back at her opponent.

"Diana, sweety. No need to warm up. You can give me your best already." Power Girl spoke to her like a childhood friend, just irritating Diana all the more. She threw several more punches, Power Girl blocking or deflecting them with minimal effort. Diana gave a short war cry as she threw a straight kick into PG's stomach, slipping past her guard enough to send her skidding back a few yards. Diana pressed the attack by flying after her and throwing a punch at Power Girl's head, but she was already prepared as she caught Diana's fist in her palm.

"Now we're talking," Diana smiled at her up close, twisting the arm as Diana fell to her knees with a scream of pain. The crowd let out a big "Ohhh!" at the bending of her arm and their princess' painful cries. She pushed at PG's arm, but she just gave another crank and got another shriek from the amazon warrior.

"Well that's no way for a princess to behave," Power Girl grinned down at her, throwing a kick into the side of Wonder Woman's head that could have toppled a skyscraper. Diana's supernatural endurance kept her from simply turning into a cloud of blood, but she still went flying from the impact. She hadn't gone more than a foot or two when Power girl's speedy reflexes caught her by her boot, turning the momentum back sharply and swinging Diana over her head. Wonder Woman's body smashed face and tits first into the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust around her.

Diana coughed and held her chest, trying to push herself up on her elbows. She heard Power Girl step closer to her, turning around quickly and throwing her tiara at the blonde heroine like a blade. Power Girl caught the speeding artifact with a casual swipe of her super fast hand, tossing it aside.

"That thing was a gift, wasn't it?" Power Girl scolded. "Not a way to treat a gift."

Diana watched in a mix of frustration and awe as Power Girl flung the tiara off into the crowd, the weaponized ornament (as if the amazons knew any other kind) gracefully coming to a stop on top of Hippolyta's throne. The queen giggled in amusement at the display, the blonde heroine smiling back at her before she turned back to her fight. Wonder Woman surprised her with an uppercut to the face, knocking Power Girl's head to one side before Diana drove a knee into her stomach. The second attack barely rattled the kryptonian beauty, and PG snapped back towards her with a hard right hook.

It hammered Wonder Woman in the head, sending her flying straight down in one blow. Her head bounced off from the impact, dust splashing up over her dark locks and stunned face. Diana coughed weakly as she tried to push herself back up. Power Girl grabbed the back of Diana's black mane and lifted her up by it, getting a pained cry out of the amazon as she was hoisted completely off the ground.

"Is that really the best you've got, princess?" Power Girl taunted, turning Wonder Woman around to face her. She gave her a backhand slap, creating a sharp cracking noise that knocked Wonder Woman's head aside in the same way as her full suckerpunch had done to Power Girl. Diana's head flew back and forth as Power Girl repeatedly slapped her face around, clearly toying with the furious and humiliated heroine by this point. By the time she stopped, Diana was hanging from her grip with a dim expression on her face, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth partly agape.

"Come on now, Wondy. You've got to give your people a good show, don't you?" PG goaded her on, but Wonder Woman was still seeing stars in her grip.

"Alright, fine," the blonde chuckled. "I'll do all the heavy lifting." She gave Diana a light toss into the air, just to catch her again by the neck and between her legs. PG dove right back down, effectively body slamming the challenging heroine into the ground hard enough to shake the earth a bit. Wonder Woman's body jerked at the rattling impact, even her super endurance left reeling from that one.

The crowd roared at the display of wrestling skill, Power Girl rising up to her knees and brushing the hair from her face casually. "Oh, you like that do ya? I suppose you Greek types basically invented wrestling..." Karen placed a knee into the dazed Diana's back, pulling up on her legs to stretch her out of shape. The pressure of her mighty body left Wonder Woman's breasts threatening to pop right out of her top as they were crushed under her chest, forcing a scream out of Diana when PG applied the agonizing submission hold.

"Hmmm, still not flashy enough," Power Girl pondered out loud. "Ah, I've got it!" She floated back up, grabbing Diana by the hair in the process to lift her up again. She spun around quickly and hurled Diana by her hair and arm, a mock-Irish whip that sent her rocketing towards the nearest wall. Diana tried to fly to a stop, but she couldn't keep herself from crashing into the opposing wall of stone, leaving a large crash in it where her face and breasts hit the arena walls. She peeled herself off, but staggered dizzily and had to brace her back against the wall. She started to see clearly, shaking the rubble from her hair just before seeing that Power Girl was soaring right at her... backwards. Wonder Woman had a split second to gasp before Power Girl flew ass first into her head, a rocket-like butt bump, smashing her head into the wall hard enough that PG had to catch her before she simply collapsed on the ground.

Still holding up the brunette heroine, Power Girl wound up a fist, aimed carefully, and then started to pound her punches into Diana's breast faster than the eye could see. The results were still clear, as Diana's body flopped and jerked as if she were being hit by a machine gun. Her tits were momentarily dented in and bouncing around wildly, flopping one way and then the other trying to keep up with Power Girl's fists. Diana let out a long, vibrating scream and only stopped when Power Girl was done using her as a punching bag. PG threw her casually to one side, letting Wonder Woman land in a heap on the ground holding her chest and coughing for air.

Wonder Woman could only groan and roll on the ground, braced on her knees and sticking her ass into the air. She was too sore to care as she cradled her aching breasts, trying to overcome her spinning head. Power Girl grabbed the back of her costume, the once proud and furious Wonder Woman only moaning out a few quick "No!"s. Power Girl grinned at her humble reaction, but still pulled up on Diana's outfit, making it wedgie up into her ass and crotch.

Wonder Woman's strong legs kicked wildly beneath her, dangling helpless as her red boots tried and failed to reach the ground. Her face was a panicked expression of pain and horror, PG singlehandedly holding her out in front of her with a confident smile on her face. The blonde tugged on her handful of her costume, making the captive heroine bounce painfully in her power wedgie.

"Really expected more out of you after all that talk, Wondy," Power Girl taunted. She raised her hand over her head and twirled her wrist, sending Wonder Woman whirling around like a human ceiling fan. She shrieked in the strangely echoing voice as she spun around so fast that the wind of her passing by was kicking up the sand beneath Power Girl's boots.

There was at last a horrifying snap that hit Wonder Woman's ears. Her costume had broken off under all the pressure. The one built to withstand bullets and swords. The elastic gave under the ridiculous whiplash of Power Girl's spinning, and Wonder Woman was sent flying through the air without any use of her powers or an invisible jet. She was too busy trying to cover her suddenly exposed pussy before she crashed into the arena floor, grinding and bouncing pathetically over its surface.

The proud amazonian princess looked ready to throw up from the rapid spinning she'd been put through, not even able to get to her knees without falling right over again. She wasn't even sure how long she was down before Power Girl grabbed her by the arm, lifting her up like a KOed prize fighter being declared the winner. She wasn't even awake enough to try to cover her crotch, the thick dark bush exposed to all of her people.

"Well now you've just gone and ruined your costume. Really irresponsible with your toys, aren't you?" PG grabbed and ripped off the last of Wonder Woman's clothes in one stroke of her powerful arm. "Well if you're going to behave like a child, I might as well treat you like one."

Wonder Woman cowered away from Power Girl as she dropped her to the ground, only for the blonde to retrieve the golden lasso from the hip of her Diana's battle garb. "This should do the trick," PG smiled, grabbing Diana by an ankle and dragging her back towards her. Wonder Woman gave another fearful squeal as her breasts were dragged roughly over the sand, grabbing at it uselessly with her nails.

Power Girl worked quickly to tie up Wonder Woman, twisting it around her legs, wrists and breasts to leave her completely helpless. The crowd of amazons cheered and laughed, making it impossible for Wonder Woman to remember a time when she was more humiliated. Power Girl floated up to one of the statues mounted around the edge of the arena, fastening one end of the lasso into the jaws of a carving of a roaring lioness.

The beaten Diana dangled like a beautiful pinata, trying to avoid meeting the eyes of the amazons around her. This was especially true for her mother who seemed every bit as amused as the rest of her subjects, if not moreso. Power Girl made good on her promise of childish punishment as she flew in behind Wonder Woman and proceeded to spank her generous bottom with her open hand. Wonder Woman shrieked from the first blow as the sheer power of the spanking distorted the shape of her ass before it jiggled back into place.

She was sobbing and pleading by the fifth. "Nooo! No, please! Stop! I yield! You win!"

The tenth had her openly crying like the child Power Girl had claimed her to be. The audience had begun counting out loud by then, and by the time Power Girl reached thirty, Wonder Woman didn't have the strength to lift her own head. She just hung there and wept as PG rubbed her bright red ass in front of her subjects.

Power Girl finally thumped a fist on the statue's head, cracking the chunk of stone enough that Wonder Woman fell to the ground in a heap of tears, golden lasso, and limp, naked flesh. Diana looked up wearily as Power Girl floated back down to the ground next to her and braced a foot on one of the defeated amazon's breasts and flexed her arms in victory.

"You... you've ruined me. You have ruined my life," Wonder Woman hissed miserably, barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

Power Girl laughed as if the very suggestion was ridiculous. "Ruined? I'm a part of your life now, Diana. Didn't you wonder why I was always showing up when you did?"

Diana gave her a vacant and puzzled stare.

"I was watching over you as a favor to your mother. I got married to Hippolyta, making me your queen and your mother. Well, step-mother, I suppose, but what would your island be if not for unusual circumstances for marriages, eh?"

Diana's look of confusion started to change into dumbfounded horror. Diana looked to Hippolyta, the queen still upon her throne. She smiled and nodded at her daughter, confirming all that she feared was true. A quick but hearty cheer came up from the crowd. "All hail Queen Karen!" Power Girl smiled proudly at the praise, grabbing Wonder Woman over her shoulder and flying up to the throne. She dropped Diana at Hippolyta's feet and kissed her more docile wife on the cheek.

"Now then, daughter..." Karen started. Diana cringed just at the sound of the words. "I took your challenge and bested you. I've proven my worth as a ruler and a warrior. Do you feel you owe me some manner of apology?"

Diana shivered and bent over, damn her honorable spirit, raising her bared ass to the crowd. "I... I am sorry I defied you, my queen."

"Hmm, that's a start. But I think you should show a bit more humility in a case like this." Power Girl smirked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She took the collar of her own uniform and started to pull it down, exposing the blonde's huge, impressive tits. "Kiss them. Once each."

Diana looked up at the hanging breasts, and seemed ready to cry again. She sniffled and crawled closer on her knees, leaning in and kissing Karen on one of her big, soft breasts. "And the other," Karen added, as if she might forget. Diana turned to the other, her face nearly between the two heavy teats. As she went to kiss the other, Karen turned her body away from her slightly. Diana briefly thought she was making her work for it, but Power girl shook her shoulders again, bringing the heavy tit slapping back into her face. Diana actually staggered from the light but startling blow, enough that the other caught her entirely off guard when it swung into her other cheek.

Her mothers laughed at her surprise and humiliation from the tit slaps. "You see? She even gets beat up by my breasts!" Karen joked, getting a laugh from the crowd and a charmed giggle from Hippolyta. Diana's cheeks burned a bright red before Karen grabbed her by the shoulder to pull her into a firm hug, burying the blushing face into one of her breasts.

"Ah, but my little girl does me proud. Come, my wife. Let's have a nice family hug."

Diana tried to object, but her voice was muffled out by the soft flesh of Queen Karen's bared chest. Hippolyta happily stepped forward and hugged Karen back, squashing Diana's face in between her mothers' breasts. Wonder Woman squirmed and mumbled in their trapping hug, unable to point out that she was being smothered in Power Girl's monstrous breasts. Her vision started to blur and her weakened body felt even more limp and powerless. She pawed at her mothers, but the strength of their intense hug unaffected by her resistance.

Karen was able to spare an arm and tip up Hipployta's chin to smile at her. The amazon queen smiled back, Diana able to see both love and lust in their eyes. Karen firmly kissed her mother, and the audience cheered again as Diana was forced to watch her mother kiss the woman who had easily defeated her in honorable combat.

And kiss they did. Any tame kissing had been done at their wedding, and the amazons weren't especially subtle about their affections. Karen and Hippolyta both opened their mouths wide to kiss, rolling tongues together in less of a ceremonial kiss and more of a sloppy makeout session between horny teenagers. Their lips and tongues tried to devour each other, and openly swapped saliva as it poured in and out of their mouths and into the others.

Diana would have felt nauseous if she weren't already so light headed. The world was fading fast, no matter her disgust, despair, and outrage. As she stared helplessly up at the scene, she saw Hippolyta's open her mouth for a lusty moan, just for a wad of their mixed drool to fall into Wonder Woman's eye right before she blacked out.

A few weeks later, there was a press conference called together. Power Girl herself had asked to address the public, and the media always jumped at the chance to get more of the busty blonde marvel.

"So glad you all could make it!" Power Girl announced proudly. She stood at a simple podium, and with a beautiful, black-haired woman standing patiently behind her. The woman was clad in something like a mockery of a business suit. It was passable at a glance, but it was far too skimpy to be anything so formal. The skirt was high enough to show the hap in her thighs and clung to her round buttocks. A deep line in her blouse showed loads of cleavage and the bra slightly showed at the edges, pushing up her already bulging breasts.

"It's my pleasure to announce that I've recently gotten married. To a beautiful woman, nonetheless." The reporters were already frantically writing things down as she beamed even more proudly. "A few of you might recognize Hippolyta, and even fewer might recognize her as the queen of the amazons."

Hippolyta blushed and smiled, not used to all the attention. Her kind were normally rather secluded, at least until Karen had started to urge her otherwise.

"And for those of you not the most familiar with amazonian law, this makes me their new queen. I'm looking to help bring the amazons into the modern world a bit more than they used to be."

The audience clapped at the idea of modernizing the relatively primitive people, Hippolyta nodding in agreement.

"And in the spirit of that movement, I've taken the liberty of updating my daughter-in-law's costume. Something that's been around since the ancient times is well and good for tradition, but we're not living in ancient times anymore. I thought it was time to hang up the old outfit and bring in something to capture the American spirit and help let them know we're here to help. Ready to come out now, sweetie?"

Diana came out, clearly at least a little uncomfortable with her new outfit being shown off in public for the first time. What had once resembled a one piece swimsuit was now even more miniscule, essentially nothing but a micro bikini. A narrow red strips went around her chest on either side, and a blue thong spotted with white stars on the crotch. The largest part of the entire costume had to be the pair of bald eagles made of gold guarding her nipples, as if they were the only vulnerable part of her body. Stiletto high heels pushed her legs and ass up even higher than normal.

Diana blushed as it got a number of laughs and whistles from the audience. Karen smiled as her daughter obediently turned this way and that, posing for the flashing cameras "like a good girl."

"My daughter Wonder Woman, ladies and gentlemen!" Power Girl boasted with a wave of her hand. The crowd applauded the stripperific super heroine as she was finally excused. While she was trying to walk backstage, Karen turned to her humble wife to give her an encouraging smack on the ass.

This caused a strange little chain reaction to end Wonder Woman's day. Karen's turn swung her breasts, the momentum smacking Diana dead in the face. The surprised amazon's eyes went wide and glassy as the busty hammer blow knocked her silly.

Diana fell to her knees, her body twisting in an odd angle as she fell. It put herself in the way of PG's incoming hand, intercepting the slap meant for Hippolyta's invitingly presented ass with her own thong-clad bottom. Her ass gave a loud clapping noise as the spank hit her cheeks, making them wobble briefly. Diana's body jerked forward, her face bouncing off her mother's round bottom before the princess toppled unconscious to the stage.

"Woops! Careful there, honey!" Power Girl laughed before she adjusted her hand a bit and smacked Hippolyta's ass directly, getting an appreciative squeak and giggle from her wife.

Zhang-Oh X - Payback's A Bitch

new experience: someone enjoyed the wild west games so much that they requested a sequel, and not even the original buyer.  So it follows the first Western stories, but it's sort of semi-canon. We'll see if another story for the fan-favorite Asian cowgirl kung fu bounty hunter comes up

The two Chinese sisters worked at their simple laundromat. It was busy work, but in the good kind of busy in that people always came to them for good work. The small bell sounded as someone entered, and the eldest went to the counter. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked in her accented but well-practiced English.

A pair of women had entered, both of them tall, curvy, and beautiful in their own right. The slender and long-legged woman wore khaki shorts and a tight green shirt under a light vest, looking over the laundromat with derision on her sneering face. The tight top did plenty to accent her huge and shapely chest, and the seasoned seamstress had to recognize an overworked bra and shirt. A long brown ponytail rested on her shoulder and right breast, and a riding crop on her hip from whatever horse she had ridden in on.

Her partner wore a short, silver-gray dress over high boots, with the dress ending just around her thick lower thighs. While the first was clearly top-heavy, the olive-skinned woman had a round and eye-catching ass resting perkily against her hips and bulging against her dress.

"Ah," Zhang's sister thought as she discreetly looked over their generously proportioned bodies. "Custom work."

Laura, the one in the ponytail, stepped further inside. She looked the place over with her judging, apathetic gaze before addressing the woman at the counter. "You," she said dismissively. "Where is your sister?"

The woman paused a moment before she quickly called into the back. The middle sister stepped out, looking quizzically at the visitors. "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked warily.

Laura looked her over, then back at her partner. The round-bottomed Nicolette "Nicki" shrugged. Laura rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. The doors opened again, and this one the sisters recognized to some extent.

Valentina had been the one who assaulted them those months ago, before their sister Zhang had avenged them with her violent and humiliating warpath across the West. She was clearly different now. Valentina had her head lowered, and she had some bruises and red marks from old and fresh beatings of various severity, especially around her breasts. She was wearing an uncomfortable black corset, heeled boots, and a short, frilled skirt that the sisters saw very rarely. It was usually only when dancing girls brought in their costumes from burlesque shows.

Laura drew her riding crop, and this was apparently enough to make the once proud bandit queen wince. "Are either of them the one?" Laura demanded, patting the crop in her palm. Valentina finally made herself look up at the two washer women, but shook her head.

"No... they're not Zhang-Oh," she muttered.

Laura let out a long, light sigh before she whipped her crop across Valentina's ass, almost lazily. Valentina yelped and jumped from the strike, her bruised bosoms bouncing in her corset. "Stupid little slut! You can't even get your own revenge right!"

Laura and Nicolette had been mercenaries under Valentina's contacts. She had considered calling them in to eliminate Zhang when she had taken out her first two underlings, but they had been out on other jobs for her. Laura returned from raiding some Native American/"Injun" burial grounds and Nicki had seduced her way through a brothel to steal their profits and chase customers off to Debbie's whorehouse instead, only to hear that Valentina had been beaten, humiliated, and arrested. The two were quick to arrange a jailbreak, easily knocking out a few lawmen and freeing her, but only from jail. Valentina was a broken woman, and they were quick to see it. They were looking to get revenge for their gang and their reputation, but what better time to seize power from their boss? Valentina was reduced to their trained lapdog now, and this was their chance to prove they were her superiors.

The sisters stared wide-eyed at the scene as Laura stepped up to the counter. "Oh well. If she's not here, we do need to find her. So I guess it's on to Plan B..."

The sisters caught on just in time to try to run, but Laura nimbly dove over the counter. She grabbed them both by their collars, flinging one of them back towards the front desk. A gleefully cackling Nicky grabbed this one by the hair, pulling her so that her back bent and rested over their counter.

"Oh, you're coming with me! Time to say goodnight, China doll!" Nicky laughed, holding her in place as she turned away from her. The middle sister gasped just before Nicky sat on her face with that round, firmly-clad ass, wiggling it into place. She beat her fists on it helplessly, only jiggling it more as she was smothered out by the outlaw's curvy bottom.

Laura snapped her riding crop across the eldest sister's ass, getting her to jump and cry out in pain. The graverobber took her by the hair and bent her backward, much like Nicky had with the other but without the counter. She plopped her huge chest into her face, that alone enough to make her nearly fall to the floor under the sudden weight brought down on her face. Zhang's sister saw stars as the heavy chest smothered her out, Laura laughing as she cracked her riding crop against her captive's ass to make her squirm and scream more. She fell to her knees before ending up flat on the ground with both sisters out cold.

Laura smirked down at them and walked out of the doorway, casually flipping their welcome sign over to read "Closed."

"Fetch the hostages, Valentina, and put them in the wagon," Laura instructed. "Don't fuck this up like you did your own revenge scheme."

Valentina just sniffled and nodded, forced to drag the women to their wagon individually before they rode off, leaving only the laundromat itself and their ransom note.

Zhang-Oh returned from her latest wanderings to kick open the door to their home and workplace, her staff at the ready. No one was there, be they threat or family. The Chinese bounty hunter found the note, eyes roaming over it steadily before she crumpled it up and threw it over her shoulder. They had left her a map, for crying out loud. Clearly a trap, and clearly they thought next to nothing of her abilities. She went back out the door, checking the tracks in the sand to confirm her suspicions.

Xiaolong was drinking at his trough when Zhang patted him on the back. "We're moving out again," she told the mule, loading her gear back onto him. He gave a small snort, but didn't truly object. She almost never rode him herself, after all, respecting his dutiful work for her as well as fearing that her legs would fall out of training with all that idle riding. She tugged lightly on his reigns to get him back in motion, following the deep tracks of the wagon at her same relentless pace.

Zhang found the saloon, a tidy but isolated place on the outskirts of a nearby town. The wagon tracks led there, but there were few horses, even for such a small place. It all told her that the kidnappers had cleared it out, expecting her arrival already. Not that it was going to stop her anyway.

Zhang kicked open the double doors to the saloon, finding it rather empty. One story, a few tables were there, but at its fullest it looked able to fit about a dozen people comfortably. There were only three there now; a bartender, Zhang's middle sister, and Nicky. Nicky sat at the bar, casually enjoying a cocktail as the bartender served them up. The sister was strung up from the ceiling, stripped naked and wrapped up like a bondage fanatic, though her miserable and fearful expression showed it wasn't by choice.

"Ah, welcome!" Nicky chimed, warmly welcoming her invader. Zhang glared back at her wordlessly as she started to step forward. "I see you found the directions to our little party. Sorry if it's all a bit... intimate right now." Nicky grinned a she set down her drink, standing up and resting a hand on one of her impressive hips. "Now I'm sure you've got questions, and I think I can fill you-"

Zhang had never stopped walking, just how Nicky hadn't stopped talking. She was interrupted when Zhang silently ended her approach with a speedy high kick to Nicky's face. All in one quick gesture, Zhang whipped off her poncho, tossing it neatly onto the back of a nearby chair. The skirt of her immaculately repaired Chinese-style dress lifted enough to shamelessly show off her strong leg muscles and dark thong, and the few onlookers able to admire her gently wobbling breasts as the kick impacted on Nicky's chin.

The hard-hitting kick sent Nicky whipping back into the bar, bracing her arms on the top to steady herself. The bartender jumped in surprise at the whole situation, rattling the mugs behind the bar as Nicky's hips slammed into it. She rubbed her jaw in disbelief before she started to right herself.

"Put her down now and that might be all you get," Zhang warned coldly. "I won't repeat the offer."

Nicky eyed her up as she regrouped from being cut off so abruptly. "Sam, you can close up early. I'll be needing the space to entertain some company." She growled the last part, letting the poor bartender taking the hint to let himself out the back door.

"You'll have to take her from me, you dragon with no name, or whatever they're calling you these days." Nicolette stepped up with her fists raised, Zhang quietly noting that at least the woman wasn't completely helpless. She at least had the stance of a fighter who had gotten into a drunken brawl once or twice, but no means any kind of specialist.

"I don't bother listening to what they call me," Zhang replied calmly. She took up her own stance, bracing her arms and legs into their fluid positions before calmly adding "Bitch."

Nicky growled as she threw a punch, then another at Zhang-Oh, who zipped quickly to step around each of the swings. "I'll turn that pretty little face into my new barstool when I'm done with you," Nicky growled.

"I'll turn yours into one ugly bruise," Zhang retorted, throwing a quick palm strike into Nicky's chest. It rattled the woman as her breasts jiggled out of control, nearly spilling out of her top. She wasn't quite as chesty as her partner Laura, but just because her ass was the real eye-catcher didn't make her bosom anything to be ignored.

While the blow put Nicky off balance, she was aware enough to block Zhang's attempt for a chop to her neck. She grabbed the Chinese fighter's arm under hers, throwing a punch at Zhang's head. While Zhang managed to block this one as well, Nicky shifted her stance sharply to swing her hip, slamming it into the martial artist's midsection and knocking her off her feet.

"Scrawny little bitch," Nicky scoffed as she moved in on the downed fighter. "So-called best chest in the West can't hold up to the best booty." She raised a leg to stomp down on Zhang's head, but the anti-heroine swept her foot to catch one of the nearby chairs and tangle it with Nicky's legs. The curvier woman flailed and stumbled as she tried to maintain her balance, but Zhang swiftly darted past and behind her. Zhang gave a sharp elbow to one of Nicky's shoulders, making her jolt forward. The curvy criminal gave a sharp cry of pain as the clumsy step drove the wooden arm of the chair straight into her pussy, making her bounce back and gingerly cup her groin.

"Looks like all that weight is just slowing you down," Zhang taunted, getting Nicolette to growl and whip around to face her as she swung a fist for the Asian's head. Zhang leaned far backward, arching her back as her breasts stuck up straight towards the ceiling to dodge the wild blow.

Zhang righted herself before Nicky grabbed a bottle and swung it for Zhang's head, but the Chinese fighter caught her by the wrist and flipped Nicky over her shoulder. The outlaw's various curves jiggled from the jarring impact, but her soft backside cushioned her landing. She turned and punched Zhang in the stomach from her seated position, rattling the martial artist for a moment before her strong fingers pried the bottle from Nicky's hand. The bootylicious bandit tried to shield her head from any incoming glass, but instead Zhang simply popped it open to dump the whiskey out over her.

Nicky sputtered and flailed to keep any of the strong alcohol from her face that she could, but remained almost completely soaked in the stuff. Her already snug dress clung to her skin, showing the dark bra and thong underneath. Before she could wipe the drink from her eyes, Zhang grabbed her by the part of her dress where her cleavage vanished. She hoisted Nicky back up to her feet by it, the outlaw barely getting to her feet before the whiskey-soaked garment tore between her tits and exposed her sizeable bra.

Nicky let out a wordless yelp, grabbing at her chest to cover herself. Zhang let her as her fingers formed knife-like shapes and rammed her fingertips into the sides of her boobs, letting them bounce up and wobble until the vibration forced the clasps of her bra to pop open and spill out her naked breasts as well.

"That was easy," Zhang observed with a slight smirk. "But I suppose dumb cows were always easy to tame."

Nicky's face went red with rage and embarrassment, grabbing Zhang by her collar and trying to hurl her into the table behind her. Zhang moved with the throw, catching the edge of the table and using it to slide fluidly around it. She snatched the simple bundle with he belongings in it, sliding out the bo staff without losing her momentum. As she moved full circle to the other side, Nicky turned to try to intercept her.

It seemed to be just what Zhang wanted, as Nicky's wide and braced legs let her ride the momentum and swing the staff up, nailing the outlaw perfectly in the pussy. "You really should try closing your legs more often," Zhang suggested cooly. Nicky's legs crossed awkwardly, sticking out her ass and her mouth hanging open in shocked agony. Zhang gave another fluid sweep of her staff to throw Nicky off her feet and landing on her breasts and stomach.

Zhang turned to her pack, the staff still in one hand as she grabbed a handle sticking out of it. Nicky could barely bother to notice through the pain that she drew her tai-chi sword, holding it straight out to even out her balance and grip. Nicky had just enough time to plead out "Nooo!" when Zhang turned and slashed the ropes holding up her sister. A cushioned loveseat had been knocked around by their brawl, ending up right underneath the captive Asian.

Her sister looked pleasantly surprised by her safe landing, shaking her head at Zhang for her practical but showy nature. She gasped as Nicky got up behind Zhang, trying to ambush the martial artist.

"I'm going to crush you, you Chinese worm!" Nicolette shouted, but Zhang whirled out of the way of her charging hip bump. She gave a few swift sweeps of her blade like a dance as she dodged, sliding the blade calmly back into her sheathe. Nicky was left to land roughly in one of her barstools instead, riding the out of control momentum of her charge. She certainly didn't feel like she'd been cut at all... until her dress and underwear all fell off of her when gravity caught up to her, sliding off in neatly sliced ribbons.

Nicky gasped and hugged her body, trying to cover up more skin than she possibly could with just her hands. Zhang watched her struggle apathetically before giving a quick whistle. When Nicky looked up, she was met with a straight kick to the face that put her out cold.

When she came to, Nicky was strung up by the same bondage girl that had held her hostage. She was face down and her ass aimed up and back, looking towards the ground and the patiently waiting Zhang.

"Where is my other sister?" Zhang asked coldly.

"She's with Laura!" Nicky immediately blurted out. Dangerous and charming, the fact that she betrayed Valentina at the first opportunity to overpower her showed that she was not terribly loyal. Zhang whirled her bo staff, taking a few steps around her to whip it against Nicky's wide ass.

"AUGHHH! I'm telling you the truth!"

"I wanted to be sure," Zhang replied dryly. After another moment out of sight, she swung another blow against Nicky's ass. She could hear the staff whooshing swiftly through the air, so she still knew it was coming enough to wince and fear the blow.

"AHHHH!"

"That time I was just mad. Now what's your move?"

"It's revenge," her sister answered for her. "Valentina was with them. It had to be for what you did to them, after what they did to us."

Zhang pondered this, then smacked a palm against Nicky's big jiggling ass. She shrieked again, but Zhang shifted her stance to throw several quick, rhythmic punches into her bottom, practically juggling the big booty with the speed of her punishing strikes.

"And where is she now?" Zhang asked. "And you had better answer before I feel a need to lose my staff somewhere and make a new one."

"She's South of here!" she yelped quickly. Zhang looked over to her mule, who she had let follow her in when the action was over. He was lazily dipping his muzzle into a mug to tip its contents into his mouth. She grabbed his saddle, pulling loose an extra strap and cracking it noisily against Nicky's ass.

"AHHH! The hideout!"

"Where?"

CRACK!

"AHHH! The mansion! The Brit talked about buying the mansion down there!"

CRACK!

"AUGHHHH! It used to belong to the mayor! Please! I can give you directions!"

Zhang considered her a moment before taking both her staff and the leather strap, entering a whirlwind of strikes that whipped Nicky's ass from angles she didn't even know she had. Her screams became non-stop, and Zhang's sister watched from the loveseat (now in some loose clothes Zhang had dug up from a room in the back) was mostly just impressed that in all her grace, not once did the makeshift whip tangle up with her staff.

When Nicky's ass seemed to be nothing but a massive maze of red lines, Zhang stepped out in front of her and took her by the chin. "You'll do me on better. Your fat ass is taking me there."

Zhang pulled on a knot above her captive, letting Nicky fall from her dangling position like a curvy pinata. There was no couch to catch her."

Zhang soon left the saloon in a mess, and with two new travel partners. Her sister rode comfortably on her mule, and dragged behind by a lot of leather rope and a the remains of one of the saloon doors, Nicky was bound up on the makeshift raft with her ass jiggling in the air with every slightest bump.

Laura walked down the hall of her hideout, the clicking of her shoes clear in the private mansion. The haul from her last job alone was enough to buy this place out, not counting what she'd taken from Valentina when she'd taken control of her gang and their assets.

"Valentina!" Laura barked, cracking her riding crop sharply against the floor. Valentina ran over in her high heels and skimpy attire, looking pale and fearful for a former bandit queen. She halted in front of her mistress Laura, curtsying with her short skirt.

"Yes, mistress?"

"Any sign of the little ninja bitch?" Laura demanded, placing the flat of the riding crop against her chin to tilt her head back up to face her.

"No, mistress," Valentina muttered miserably. Laura drew back the crop, just to smack it across her breasts. Valentina yelped pathetically and jolted from the swing, but knew better than to run or protect herself.

"I told you to give me updates every 15 minutes!" Laura snapped at her, Valentina nodding pathetically. She hadn't received any such order, but she wasn't going to argue either.

"I'm sorry, mistress! I'm so forgetful!" Valentina hurried to agree with her henchwoman turned captor. Laura cracked her crop on Valentina's inner thigh, getting her to twitch in pain and fear again.

"Idiotic little slut! You're pathetic! No wonder that woman beat you so easily! Nicky must have already defeated the pathetic little foreigner." The words stung at Valentina's defeated pride, tightening her psychological grip on the fallen queen. She pulled on the Woman With No Name's hair, painfully forcing her to her knees in front of her. It placed Valentina directly in front of her mistress' breasts, and Laura looked down at her expectantly.

"What are you waiting for?" she urged, giving a short, warning swat with her crop against Valentina's ass. "Show your mistress how sorry you are."

Some time later, there was a clattering outside. It was enough to alert Laura, sitting up from her bedroom to listen closer. It came again, and she recognized it as the clanging of a cowbell. Laura waited for some of the guards she had set up to report the noise, but several minutes passed and none of them came. "Valentina!" Laura cracked her crop with authority, but her new pet didn't respond. With a final sigh, she sat up out of her bed and went to investigate.

She had to admit, as she stood on the front porch of her mansion, it was surprising. There was Valentina, staring dumbfounded at the sight. The guards were left in a pile a hundred feet away on the yard, the mercenary women all stripped nude and left in an unconscious heap of flesh. Given the lack of noise, none of them had managed to fire a single shot at whoever did this. The only clue she had was Nicky.

Her cohort was tied up and nude, wrapped up and gagged with rope and bondage gear. A cowbell had been looped around her neck, and every time she rolled or thrashed (all while getting nowhere at all), she rang the bell again. The naked woman making a lot of noise but unable to speak made perfect bait.

"Idiot! What's going on?!" Laura demanded.

Valentina was shivering but frozen in place. "The... the dragon..." Valentina stammered, turning to stare at her mistress.

"What? This was her? Well, where is she?!"

Valentina pointed upward, and Laura gave her a puzzled sneer. Her questions were answered when Zhang swung down nimbly from the rooftop, landing an acrobatic double kick right into the new bandit queen's chest. Laura's impressive rack bounced around like it was trying to escape the attack, but her body was flung backward through the door to the mansion.

Zhang-Oh landed just inside the doorway, though Laura managed to straighten herself up and stop herself after a few large, stumbling steps into the house. She rubbed her chest, frowning slightly when she had to brush the footprints off of her top. “I do hate uninvited guests,” Laura sneered. Valentina watched from outside behind Zhang, but she stayed well out of reach of either woman.

"Your invitation seemed plenty clear to me," Zhang replied dryly, taking up a fighting stance. "Now where is my sister?"

"Safe, for now," Laura smirked back at her. Her booted feet planted on the ground in a casual posture, jutting out one of her hips with a hand resting just above the explorer's shorts. "She's worthless to me. Didn't even make a good laundry slave, with the mouth on her. Must get that from you."

Zhang just stared at her coldly. "If you're talking this much, you don't mean to give her back so easily." Laura smirked and shrugged, making her huge breasts bounce. That was enough for Zhang to speed towards her, shooting a palm strike for the kidnapper's large chest. Laura moved with surprising grace of her own, sidestepping the blow and taking Zhang by the arm. She swept her leg into the Chinese fighter's and threw her at the ground. Zhang managed to flip herself over to land on her feet instead, but by the time she looked up, Laura drove a knee into her face, knocking her to the ground anyway.

"Your style's just adorable, my little baby dragon," Laura gloated. Zhang got to one knee as the Brit strutted over to her. "But I've travelled all over the world getting this wealthy. You'd be surprised what kind of tricks you pick up from robbing monks' temples." She threw a punch for Zhang's face, but the Chinese woman caught her fist and spiraled her own arm, flowing and pushing her blow away harmlessly.

"My style is a gift I have earned, not a trinket to be stolen." Zhang met Laura's eyes with a silent fire burning behind them. "I have shown better than you the power of my martial art, and you will be no different, you under-dressed sow."

"Says the woman on her knees," Laura growled back. She gave her a furious look, trying to kick Zhang in the ribs while she knelt. Zhang caught her foot as well as her arm, turning them both at once to flip Laura over and onto the floor. Zhang rolled forward and threw a fist down at her stomach, but Laura rolled away. The force of the blow was still visible, leaving a suitably-sized hole in the floorboards where Zhang neatly pulled her fist back out. Both fighters got back to their feet, Laura throwing a few punches her way. Zhang backed off, fending them off with more firm flexing or fluid sweeps of her arms.

The fight took them past the living room's fire place, dotted with various exotic artifacts and ornaments that Laura had decided to keep for herself (or perhaps just wait for a better buyer). Laura lunged for a hard straight to Zhang's perky chest, but the Asian side stepped and swung her leg up high in a perfect standing split that showed off her toned legs and tight thong. She swung the leg down at Laura's head, the ponytailed woman barely dodging aside and Zhang's powerful heel smashing one of the ancient clay statuettes on the mantel.

"That was more expensive than your entire pathetic shack, you piece of shit," Laura growled, grabbing at the sabre mounted above the trinkets. She swiped it at Zhang with a few clearly practiced strikes, leaving Zhang backpedaling defensively. Laura gave an expert flick of the blade, clipping off the shoulder of Zhang's dress. Zhang briefly caught the dangling strip before letting it hang loose, baring one of her shoulders and the similarly cut strap of her dark purple bra.

Laura smirked at her, aiming the tip of the blade towards Zhang in a stiff fencing pose. "Don't feel bad. Women have a way of losing their clothes in front of me, one way or the other."

Zhang shrugged, the uneven bra not seeming to prevent the perky bouncing of her breasts as she did. "I have two sisters who are tailors. They've rebuilt this one from worse, and they're going to owe me a favor after I'm done making a fool of you."

Laura snorted dismissively and lunged for her with the blade, but Zhang swiftly dipped to one side and swung her leg upward. The strong leg kicked the sword out of her hand, burying it in the ceiling and startling some poor maid on the second floor. Laura's eyes went up to it in surprise, and by the time she brought them back to Zhang she had already launched a double palm strike straight into Laura's belly. The British bandit was launched back a few feet, her shapely ass crashing into a bookshelf. Several smaller volumes fell off the shelves and onto her head, but she quickly brushed them off and looked furiously at Zhang.

The kidnapper growled furiously and charged at Zhang. She braced herself for the impact, but Laura surprised her with a quick punch to the ribs. It put Zhang off-balance enough for Laura to tackle into her, grabbing Zhang in a bearhug as she continued to plow into her and push her backward. Laura's massive chest squashed into and seemed to devour Zhang's with their sheer mass, and the Chinese woman's back finally hit the door on the far side of the room. Zhang grunted as she slammed through it, Laura confident that she had her right where she wanted her.

But she was surprised that as soon as she started to relent on the pressure, Zhang's breasts seemed to spring back into hers as if they were fighting back. Their elasticity rebounded into her, and Laura actually found herself grunting as Zhang's breasts shove their way stubbornly back into her. Zhang shifted her hands to slide between them, burying her strong thumbs into the tender base of Laura's heavy chest. The Brit let out a quick gasp of pain before Zhang broke out of the hug and used Laura's tits as levers to throw her head over heels to the floor.

Only then could Zhang recognize where she had ended up. She had reached a windowless and dimly-lit room with a few candles mounted here and there. Her eldest sister was tied to the bedposts, suspended by each limb to leave her about a foot above the mattress. Various whips, blindfolds, and other wicked-looking toys were on various mounts, cabinets, and racks. Zhang didn't like the implication of her sister being in here one bit.

Laura got back up unsteadily, cradling her chest. Zhang's powerful breast claw had left slashes in her top, as if she had spent one wild night flirting with a tiger. Zhang eyed her up fiercely, and Laura had her first moment of doubt. Laura had always been an equal to Valentina in power, but was busy enough to not want to bother with managing a whole gang. If Zhang was powerful enough to beat her... but she shook that out of her head. She had never lost a fight in her life. She had taken down entire process of lawmen by herself.

"Hope you like the room," Laura purred as she brought up her fists again. "You'll be spending a lot of time in here as my latest trophy."

Zhang looked back at her, still unphased in her angry focus. It somehow got under Laura's skin worse than any snappy comeback would have. She was a powerful and sexy woman, and so she HATED to be ignored. The busty outlaw charged and swung at Zhang's face, the Asian blocking it before Laura's second fist caught her in the ribs with a few quick hooks. Zhang managed to shove this one away just before she leapt up, balancing on the edge of one of the low dressers in the room and throwing a double kick into Laura's breasts. The international thief staggered back, but caught herself on one of the bed posts and swung a kick at Zhang.

Zhang caught the incoming leg by the ankle with one hand, the other actually going for her own shoulder. With a precise and fluid motion, she removed her own bra from its good strap. Zhang shoved Laura's leg into the nearby rack of various riding crops and looped her bra around it, swiftly tying Laura's leg to it and trapping it in its high kicking position. Laura barely had time to tug at her foot before Zhang slid under her raised leg and fired a barrage of vengeful punches up into the Brit's pussy.

Laura let out a long scream, if one that vibrated from the impact of Zhang's non-stop stream of fists. Laura finally unfroze and jerked back, causing the rack to collapse and forcing Zhang to roll out of the way of the falling crops. Laura finally freed her leg while Zhang swept in behind her, snatching Laura by the back of her panties. The Brit had a moment to gasp in surprise when Zhang swung her by the panties over her head, another shrill scream coming from Laura as her underwear rode up deep into her ass and freshly bruised snatch. She landed on the ground with a thick grunt and a quick tearing sound, rubbing her ass as the elastic had given out and ruined her panties.

Laura rolled over rubbing her ass on all fours as Zhang sniffed a brief chuckle, the Asian throwing the scraps that remained of Laura's underwear over her shoulder. "Are you used to looking like that, you thieving whore?" Zhang asked calmly. Laura pushed herself back up, growling at Zhang even as she looked a mess. Her hair was out of order, her top was still missing large tears in it, and her shorts were off-center after her panties had been destroyed and pulled out of her.

"I'm not done yet, you annoying little chink!" Laura snarled, clenching her fists. Zhang ignored her slurs and launched a high kick at her, but Laura was indeed not out of the fight yet. She parried with her forearm, and Zhang regrouped to throw a karate chop across her tits. Laura dodged and caught the hand with hers, wrapping her fingers in between Zhang's and flexing them to bend her digits backward.

Zhang let out a quick cry of pain, falling to her knees as she tried to wrench her hand free of the iron grip. Laura wasn't about to wait for that, kneeing Zhang in the face several times. The Asian was dizzied by the painful head shots, raising an arm to guard her face. Laura swung her booted foot up to kick Zhang in the pussy, making her fall to the ground holding her privates instead.

While Zhang slowly started to rise, Laura turned away and swung open a nearby cabinet. She yanking out a bottle of wine, turning it in her hand to grip the neck and as Zhang got to one knee, she smashed it noisily over the Asian's dark hair.

"THAT was worth more than you!" Laura snarled down at the stunned and speechless Zhang, glass and wine falling from her hair. Her sister squirmed and called to her through her gag, but Zhang remained still on the ground. Zhang could only seem to weakly rub a hand over her face, perhaps wiping wine out of her eyes or feeling the blood trickle from under her hair line. Laura grabbed her by the neck and forced her to her feet, Zhang's face and cheeks already looking a bit swollen from her sudden choke.

"Not even Valentina has ever given me that much of a fight," Laura complemented, smirking lightly before her face twisted into a frown. "I fucking hate people that make me work for it." She grabbed one of the riding crops, running it under Zhang's chin as she kept on choking her. "I'm going to enjoy taking you apart... though my collection is getting a bit Asia-centric, don't you think? I really should do some spring cleaning... maybe starting with getting rid of that worthless sister of yours..."

Zhang's face seemed to sour, and Laura grinned at her suffering. "Oh, that does get you angry? It's so hard to tell with those slanted little eyes of y-"

Zhang suddenly grabbed the nearby candlestick from the wall, holding it between them. Laura looked startled for a moment, but nothing like when Zhang revealed her plan. Her puffy cheeks and hand to her face were explained as she spit out the wine she'd caught in her mouth, the expensive, old, and very potent alcohol catching with the flame. Laura shrieked at a spray of fire caught on her clothes, releasing Zhang in an instant. There wasn't nearly enough wine to catch the room on fire besides a few harmless singes on the carpet, but Laura panicked as she started to rip her own flaming clothes off and stomp them out.

"You got so close to a dragon while knowing nothing of her fire," Zhang noted, shaking the last of the glass from her hair and clothes, her breasts dancing triumphantly with the gesture. "You had lost before the first strike."

Laura had rendered herself completely nude, looking herself over as she attempted to regain her composure. A few blackened spots were on her tanned skin, but no real damage done for how fast she'd deal with the small but fast-working fire. She finally looked up just when Zhang threw a straight kick into her belly, sending Laura flying out of her kinky torture chamber. The Brit fell head over heels back into the main hall, fumbling to get back on her feet. Zhang stomped after her at her slow and menacing pace, Laura waving a hand desperately.

"No... no, stay back, Dragon!" Laura ordered, her voice cracking. She hardly got to wind up for a punch when a sharp chop from Zhang hit her neck. Laura staggered a half-step before Zhang spun and put an elbow into her opposite cheek. Zhang darted back and forth, practically juggling Laura's head with punches, kicks, slaps and chops. When she finally stopped, Laura was drunkenly staggering left and right, unable to stay steady no matter how hard she tried. Zhang braced her feet and took a deep breath, focusing on her target. With the deadly thief now stripped, disarmed, and pummeled senseless, Zhang had little trouble imagining her as a training dummy. Or at least, a training dummy with a pair of melons strapped to the front.

Zhang let out a high-pitched battle cry, smashing her palm into Laura's breast. The blow and the cry repeated as Zhang struck out with her other arm, bashing Laura in her other breast. The fists and cries came so quickly that Laura suddenly remembered once seeing a gattling gun in action. The big spiraling weapon they had been developing recently that spat out bullets faster than you could breathe. The impact and blur of Zhang's fists and palms reminded her exactly of that.

"HATAA!" Zhang gave one last sharp cry as she twisted around, smashing her heel into Laura's twat with all her body weight behind it. The bandit queen was left gawking as she flew through the air, smashing completely through one of her wooden chairs and breaking it to pieces before she landed in a heap on the ground. Her big breasts were even larger than before, swollen and covered in huge bruises and hand-prints left behind like dragon tracks. Laura muttered pathetically, twitching now and then but too busy seeing stars to actually move.

"Don't move," Zhang warned her, pointing an authoritative figure at the nude outlaw. Laura was still in no mood to take any orders, whether she was beaten and weak or not. She tried to push her clumsy, naked body back up. Zhang didn't even look back as she thumped a fist against the nearest wall. The intricate impact rattled it just enough that the sword dropped from its place in the ceiling, freefalling until it buried its tip right between Laura's thighs and barely missing her privates. Laura went pale before her mind and body decided to quit while it was ahead and she fainted on the spot.

Zhang turned back at the door, where Valentina still stared wide-eyed. She snapped her fingers and pointed at the broken outlaw. "You!" she ordered sharply, and Valentina jumped.

"Y-yes, ma'am?"

"Go fetch me some rope. And drag the one with the giant rear in here."

Zhang-Oh walked into town with her sisters riding on her mule. She left them in the shade of the sheriff's office as she stepped inside, sliding two wanted posted to the deputy.

The young man whistled. He'd whistled whenever he saw Zhang come in, having to admire the exotic beauty. Sometimes she even bent over in just the right positions to repay the compliment, but he'f hoped she was flirting with him. This time he whistled again when she handed him the bounty claims.

"Damn, Dragon. Ain't that your sixth this month?" the deputy said in disbelief.

"Technically five," Zhang corrected casually, looking lazily around the office. One of the men in the cells cowered away from her gaze. "The Oklahoma Twins were only one bounty as a set."

"Ah well. So what did you do with the bodies this time?"

Zhang jerked her head out the window. There was a crowd, but raised on the platform usually used for speeches and hangings, there were Laura and Nicky. They were both buck naked, and hogtied together in such a way that their faces were buried in each other's crotches, wailing and sobbing in a 69 position.

"Always a pleasure, Dragon." The deputy grinned at the sight and slapped down the pile of cash, Zhang rolling it up and tucking it into her cleavage. She simply nodded and left, wiggling her hips a bit extra for the lawman.

The sisters all returned home safely, cleaned up and dressed once again. Valentina had seemed like a waste. The fight was clearly taken out of the woman, not really a threat to anyone any more. Zhang had given her plenty of opportunities to attack her from behind, whether by fist or revolver, but she hadn't been bold enough to try any of them. She considered returning the outlaw for the extra bounty, but in the end she decided that she would have more to gain from keeping her.

"Consider her a gift," Zhang explained as she pushed Valentina towards her sisters. "She's trained, and she has a healthy figure. She can take a smack if she gets out of line, or if you just feel like having fun with her. And if anyone asks, she's part of a prisoner work program. They have those in these countries, right?"

Her sisters laughed as they looked Valentina over, prodding at her here and there. They especially seemed to be entertained by her big breasts, giving them squeezes and pinches as they pleased.

"She's perfect," the eldest confirmed. "I'm sure we'll find a way to put her to good use." She gave Valentina a swat on the ass to urge her back behind the counter.

Valentina started sweating, but Zhang just smiled as she pulled on her poncho. "Good. In the meantime, some of us have to work for a living." She lit a cigar, whistling for her mule before she popped the it into her mouth. "Don't go getting robbed again now, you hear me?" She tugged on the trusty mule's reins, leading them back off into the sunset.