Demonic Holy Water PItfight (commission)

A repeat performance from the demons in the water park. The devil revives them just to punish them with more dunking into the burning-hot holy water, letting them brawl for survival in their weird violent but only semi-bloody (because weird demon biology).

 

The succubi had been slaughtered to the last in their previous encounter. The various crusaders of the church had sealed them away and let their petty jealousy and anger rip each other apart. Demons were strange like that, though. They were always existing in a vague sense, if there was something to call them back. Lucifer’s reign in Hell gave him a lot of sway over such things, and while it took some effort and resources, he had soon called all of the succubus back into his realm. They all stood and muttered in confusion, still reeling from their previous deaths as they found themselves waiting in their swimsuits within a huge, dark chamber.

“Morning, ladies. Have a decent rest?” The grinning red demon looked over the various half-naked women.

“You restored us!” Hexus blurted, the pink succubus wide-eyed and still confused about her recent revival.

“If you wanna put it simply, it’s something like that. Now I want you explain a few things to you unholy bitches.” The succubi hung their heads and shuffled their feet, some of them twirling their tails in one hand. They expected a real tongue-lashing, if not an apologetic orgy for their dark master. “First, you’re all trapped in here. Nobody leaves without my sayso.”

“WHAT!?” The girls immediately broke into shouts, complaining and objecting before Lucifer smashed his fist on the arm of his invisible seat. Fire and magma shot out from similarly unseen sources as great wings burst from his shoulders.

“SHUT IT!” They did. “I’m not done explaining. Now look to your left. Then to your right. I think you’ll notice I had you organized by your hatred for each other. You’ve all be placed categorically in this position so that the more you hate your assorted sisters, the closer you are to them. So rule number two…” He snapped his clawed fingers and a clinking of chains could be heard. The demonic women looked down and saw that they had been handcuffed to one other succubus each. Iflit glared as Shena, the blue and red women literally locking horns as they turned to glare at each other.

“You’ve been cuffed to your most loathed enemy. Your rivals, traitors, jealous sisters, the one with better tits than you… I’m looking at you, Jewel. Now only two of you are going to leave here in one piece, and that’s the two of you that are chained together. So if you want to make it through this, you’ll join up with your greatest enemy, grit your fangs, and bear it.”

The succubi were all anxious, glancing at each other. They started gauging their hated teammates as much as they were their future enemies.

“Other than that, only one last rule.” Lucifer smiled brightly. “And that’s have fun. Later, sluts.” He snapped his fingers again and the blackness beneath them proved to be a solid floor. Said floor popped open, dropping them like one enormous trap door that rained thousands of scantily dressed she-demons into the darkness below.

“Oh, and I forgot to mention the holy water. You’ll find it when you land. Sorry not sorry!”

Most of the demons were left screaming as they fell, struggling to right themselves and prepare for their landing. Even those with wings found them flapping uselessly in the air or trailing limply behind them.

“Holy water!?” Nix yelped in worry. If she had any more to say, she was quickly cut off when Nile swung her elbow. They hadn’t even landed when she sparked the fight, bashing her in the nose and spraying thick, black blood through the air. The others were tense enough that they broke into their own brawls, Nile’s first blow just the spark that triggered the powder keg of horny she-devils.

Kayna grabbed Jinx’s tail, pulling on it while planting her feet against her ass. Kayna screamed as it felt like her tail was going to be ripped off, twisting and trying to reach her attacker. She jerked her arm on Styxy’s half of their handcuffs, who had been Kayna’s nemesis ever since she seduced the mortal she had been working on for months.

“Watch what you're doing, you black bitch!” Styxy snapped, raised her chained together arm and wrapped it around Kayna’s neck. The demoness gagged and pulled at the chain that dug into her throat, suddenly more distracted by that than her enemy pulling on her tail. Even if she didn’t have to breathe, it was all that was keeping her head on her shoulders.

The rest of the girls had started to brawl in midair, clawing and swinging at anyone they could. A few turned on their own partners but they didn’t last long. They were quickly attacked from behind by their other rivals, but even without interference they were dooming themselves. When Hellena and Vika tore into each other with fangs and claws, they had no way to dodge or block. They were in each other’s faces slashing the hell out of each other’s bodies (in every sense of the term), leaving one arm free to fight while their interlocked ones slashed and pulled on anything close to them. Hellena had clawed out Vika’s eye while her wing was ripped off in payback. Their bloody pieces fell behind them in a dispersing bloodbath among the other scrapping parties that were either trying to end their opponents before they landed or simply climb over them to use them as a means of breaking their fall.  

Then came the splashes. The succubi all panicked at the first splashes and screams where Vicci and Vinni had landed, the squabbling sisters flailing to stay afloat in the scalding fluid. Lucifer was no angel these days, so he couldn’t exactly create holy water at will. He could make a crude replica, the equivalent that would even burn his fellow demons with its old but still potent divinity. It didn’t melt their bodies on contact like the real deal could (and had), but it seared them like scorching hot water. It would melt them down into puddles of multi-colored goop if they stayed in long enough, leaving them no choice to to kill or be boiled alive. The “unholy water” made its point rather quickly by the torn up Vika and Hellena hit the water. They had ripped so many chunks out of each other that just hitting the water splatted them into colorful mush, staining the water around them.

“Holy shit! He’s serious!” Nika shrieked just before she hit the water and vanished beneath the surface. One of the girls had shoved their partner under and held them beneath the holy water, a few discolored bubbles coming up before she lifted her arms back up. They came back with nothing but a severed hand on the other half of the cuff, laughing in triumph.

“Well that was easy!” Kelka cackled, just to be jumped by another, more coordinated pair. She shrieked as their combined weight pushed her into the rough waters, leaving her drowning and boiling beneath them.

The demoness' numbers started dropping quickly. The holy water itself wasn't to blame, as it wasn't instantly lethal, but the succubi were faced with a rather urgent decision. With their skin sizzling and splashing wildly to stay above the water, they weren't in the best of moods. It skewed their decisions as they determined if it was easier to team up as Lucifer had suggested or just destroy their ancient enemies on the spot and take their chances alone.

Ren and Daveen lashed out savagely at each other as soon as they were floating above the holy tide. Ren pounced on her red-skinned rival, their cuffs clanking and stretching as she punched and clawed Daveen's huge breasts. The red she-devil howled in pain, ripping Ren away by the hair and kicking her in the crotch. The water slowed the blow, but it was still more than enough to get Ren to clutch her crotch with her only free hand. It left it easy enough for Daveen to pull her back by the hair and bite into her face, finishing her off like some kind of busty shark.

Some simply couldn't get themselves to work together even when they tried. The petite pink demon Rivi was off balance with her thicker nemesis Balaach, their differences in height and weight making them comical to watch. Balaach's swimming and flailing whipped the skinny succubus around, but Rivi would occasionally trip under her and tangle with the curvy demon's legs to send them both sinking under for another searing bath. The ditzy Aphrode simply screamed and kept climbing up her friendly foe, weighing her down so that keeping either of them afloat proved impossible in the lethally sink or swim situation.

While this whittled down their population, there were still plenty more who got their acts together. There was the usual pushing and pulling to be expected, but they were able to temporarily set aside their hatred in order to survive against the swarm of other angry demons. Eva ignored her cuffed partner for now and punched the nearby Atulia instead. The purple succubus stumbled into her own bound nemesis, but the lean green demon whirled around as she heard her teammate's grunt of pain. She gave a spinning slap of her tail across Eva's face, making her shriek and recoil as Bustur rose to defend the foe who had nearly killed her a century ago.

“There’s a platform!” Roxa pointed off at something splashing a short way off from where the demons had landed. As they focused, they could see it was a wooden platform just a foot or two across. The thrashing demons around it made the holy water lap at its edges, but the platform mysteriously remained dry. It appeared to be the one tiny sanctuary safe from the painfully holy substance.

“Then let’s get it!” Szur (Roxa’s partner an especially top-heavy succubus with chalk-white skin) grabbed her teammate by the wing to help keep her afloat. The two started to kick and elbow with their free hands, knocking away their less-hated rivals in order to save their own skin. Even when Nagasm caught Szur by the tail, Roxa twisted herself around until she could kick their pursuer in the face. If Szur went down, after all, she’d never reach the promed safety of the little island.

A few of them saw the pair going for the platform and caught onto the idea. Some of the demons that turned their backs were just swarmed and crushed by their sisters. Vera tried to rush for the platform, just to break into an argument with Qazza. "Everyone's going there, you stupid bitch! That's going to become a mosh pit!"

"Then we're going to sit here and cook alive!" Vera snapped back. The two of them kicked and clawed at each other until Vera lunged at her cuffed rival and bit into her breast. Qazza screamed briefly before she was dragged under the holy water, leaving the two of them to steam and sizzle in the blessed liquid.

Vera had been right, however. More and more of the succubus had either seen the floating platform or spotted the girls swimming in their direction. They swarmed the area until their already focused fighting force became even more dense, turning into a feeding frenzy of multicolored she-devils. Kazi tried to rush for the platform just for Injus to grab her by the hair. The pink demoness screamed as her dark curls were pulled out in pieces, but her cuffed nemesis was quick to abandon her for her own safety. Dula didn’t get too far, finding herself coming just short of the miniature raft. “Dammit!” she hissed as she looked back, finding that the grip on Kazi was all that was keeping her from making the last few feet. “You stupid dead weight!”

“Shut up and help me!” Kazi shouted back at her. Dula decided she’d rather make a break for it herself, pulling and banging on her handcuffs. The more she tried, the more she became convinced that they were unbreakable. She couldn’t stand staying in the water any longer, but her sitting stationary made her too easy a target to pass up on. Two purple succubi descended on her, one punching Dula dead in the face. She staggered and splashed to try to stay afloat, but the purple partner swept around behind her and yanked her chained arm. It latched it around Dula’s neck, choking her as the holy water-soaked chain pushed into her throat. Kazi gagged as her neck sizzled, her thrashing only serving to make her hair and breasts bounce around in time with her struggles. With one last sound like searing meat, Kazi gagged and fell limply into the water. She bubbled and boiled there until the holy water melted her away into a harmless stain among her sadistic sisters.

Roxa and Szur made one last dash for the cherished platform. Szur pushed a curvy blue demoness under the water, dragging her partner beneath the waves with her like she was a living ancor. She ignored the desperate clawing at her thighs as she stepped over the blue bitch's head. Roxa was grabbed by the hair from behind, but she swung her heel backward to nail her assailant in the crotch. The grabby green demoness wailed and clutched her groin as Roxa suddenly dove under the water. The slim girl swam past a few of her foes unnoticed, keeping her eyes forced shut and ignoring the sting until she came up on the far side of the platform coughing for air. With Szur just behind her, Roxa was finally able to drag herself up onto the wooden platform, panting and smoking but finally safe from the scalding sea around them. The waters stung her feet, but it was leagues better than being stuck floating in the stinging substnace.

“Quick, dumbass! Get me up there with you!” Szur barked, her arm raised to keep Roxa balanced on the raft.

“What are you talking about?”

“I just got you up there! Now pull me up!”

“Look at me! I can barely fit up here! No way your fat ass is getting up here too!”

"WHAT?!" Sure enough, Roxa's balancing act on the tiny vessel left maybe an inch of extra space. Some of the biggest succubus would struggle to even fit on there with their extra curves. Some of their pursuers reached them, grabbing and pulling at the raft to rock it around. Roxa held her arms out for balance, but she whipped out with her tail and kicked with her feet to drive off any attempting usurpers.

Szur was left with no such benefit. The hellish beauties were still descending on the same spot that she happened to be standing in front of. Now that Roxa was the highest thing in the entire sea of blessed waters, so she was becoming a prime target that Szur had the misfortune of being handcuffed to. She had to shove a succubus off of her that tried to climb up her, just for another to start clawing at her breast and more swimming past her. Szur frantically slapped the one attacking her breast until she let go, just to turn and crush the fingers of one of the hands grabbing the raft. The holy water was softening up all of the succubi (except for Roxa, of course), so the demonic fingers bent out of shape with one shot as the screaming she-demon recoiled.

Szur saw that she wasn't going to be able to fend them all off. What's more, she realized she had no reason to defend it right now. It wouldn't do her any good if she boiled herself alive hoping that Roxa would outlast the rest of them. She finally yanked her handcuffed hand towards one of the nearest mobs of demonic women as if she intended to punch all of them at once. It jerked short of them, but it did what she wanted: it flung the selfish Roxa right off the raft and sent her crashing into the rest of them like a human morning star. Roxa went screaming over Szur’s head before she ended up going under with the rest of the panicking and splashing succubi she’d run into.

Szur clawed for the platform to save herself, but her wings were quickly grabbed by the surrounding fiends and she was dragged back into the scalding mess with the rest of them. Narza and Gleam piled onto her and clawed wildly, tearing away chunks of skin and hair from their fellow demon. They were caught in such a frenzy that by the time the curvy Szur was torn to pieces, they ripped right through her and went on attacking each other as if she had never been there in the first place.

Roxa was freed from her partner as her shredded arm faded into nothing inside the holy water. She went to swim away again and take her chances away from the crowd, but she found herself stuck again. It was strange because of Szur being ripped and melted apart, but she looked back and saw that her tail had become tangled with the rest of the crowd she’d been thrown into. She pulled on it a few times to try to free herself, but the struggling mass of hellish women just yanked her back and forced her to surface.

A pair of neon green women reached the platform next, throwing themselves past the last of their defeated foes. Conch and Miloette grabbed at its edges and tried to crawl on top, the cuffed women repeatedly slipping off as they both tried to make their way on top. “Get up, you clumsy fatass!” Miloette shouted at her rival, pulling on Conch’s longer mass of purple hair to pull herself up.

“You’re the one getting in MY way!” Conch snapped back. She started clawing Molette’s thick and smoking chest like they were a pair of handles, ripping away the swimsuit top in her failing efforts. Just like the pair before them, they couldn't find any space for the two of them to fit. The difference this time was that they refused to realize this, pushing and squeezing into each other as best they could and falling repeatedly back into the water. They'd get up and tried again, no matter how many times their big wet tits went squishing and slapping into each other and bouncing back off. They only finally stopped when Gigan grabbed them both by their bikini bottoms and dragged them back off into the water with the rest of their slutty feeding frenzy that was the hundreds of succubi.

The squabbling duo were split up as a small gang took each of them apart. Kora grabbed Conch around the neck from behind, pinching and pulling at her hair. Dusk went in front of her and threw some punches into Conch’s belly while Vendette started to claw vicious lines into Conch’s chest. Molette got a similar treatment as both Spink and Joi grabbed her legs and pulled in opposite directions. Molette was flexible, but the green succubus couldn’t bend as much as they were forcing her to. Her thighs popped and twisted while Joi bit nastily into her toes, and the rest of the attacking girls eagerly assaulted her vulnerable position. She was quickly being pushed under with the barrage of fists and clawing nails that attacked her face, arms and boobs.

A few had the idea to keep trying the only platform in sight, but more were catching onto the futility thanks to the fallen pair.

“This is bullshit!” Linona declared, wiping some of the stinging water from her eyes. “We can’t all last with these cuffs and still be the ‘last fucking pair standing!”

“Good point.” Lucifer’s voice had a casual tone but rang through the skies. There was a beam of light as if some trap door had opened above them again. It made a shining silver key go falling into the waters especially visible as everyone stopped to stare. “That should work for everyone’s keys. Go nuts, ladies.”

There was a moment where the waves of the holy water came to a stop as all the demons stopped to watch the key hit the water. It broke into mayhem once again as the demonic ladies went splashing after it. Hexa pulled back on Reema's wings, literally stepping over her head to get closer to their goal. She didn't get far as Reema started clawing and pulling at her tail and ankles.

The pack of demonesses with their tangled tails went rushing after it, only to find that their situation had only gotten worse. Trying to swim while handcuffed to one enemy was bad enough, but a half dozen more tangled in there made it impossible to move around. Jun barely had the space to kick and stroke, relying on the combined buoyancy of her surrounding enemies. Considering the size of the boobs floating around her, they would be staying above water well before the holy water dissolved them.

Sterra tried to use this to her advantage by grabbing two fistfuls of the other thrashing demons' hair. They screamed as she pulled herself up onto their backs, her tail stretched painfully but finally removed from the scalding liquid at the expense of her sisters.

"What the hells do you think you're doing?!" Her unwilling partner Rino was left among the supporting succubi that made up her living raft. The other girls were clawing at Sterra's legs or flapping their wings at her while the mounting red she-devil exploited them.

"Saving my own skin! More than you stupid sluts can do! Maybe if I outlast them I'll get the key for you, Rino. If you're more than just a hand by then anyway!" Sterra was able to ignore most of the blind clawing at her hot and sensitive skin, but their angrily beating wings were starting to knock her around. She braced a foot on Infa's back to steady herself, briefly forgetting about their tangle of tails beneath her. She also forgot just how badly the holy water had weakened her body. That proved to be the last bit of pressure she could take before her tail simply snapped off and sent her tumbling head over heels back into the water.

While she was freed from the demonic rat king that was her clustered enemies, she was still cuffed to Rino and well within the reach of enemies. The bickering and brawling bunch quickly agreed on a mutual target as even her partner ganged up in pounding Sterra into a shrieking pulp.

While most abandoned it for the key, a few of the forced teams of demons stayed near the island by choice. A few weren't bright enough to see the platform's futility or hadn't spotted the key, but some were just content to abandon their partner in order to stop the incessant burning. Veniz climbed over her bitter ex-girlfriend just to get back on the floating platform, but she couldn't stay up for long when her cuffed enemy simply yanked her back down out of spite. Demmy had the opposite plan, boosting up Kezran to let her take it instead and watch out for her once she'd landed. The green demoness didn't even get all the way on top before she was pelted by the fists and claws of every other succubus vying for the spot, knocking her right back off.

Their portion of the battle didn't last long. Those that had stayed by the raft were the most desperate or bitter, not thinking as clearly as the rest of the already softened and panicking demon girls. Those twenty had quickly ruined themselves into only four, and they were still dropping fast.

Voyda kneed a purple demon in the face, turning the once lovely features into a bleeding mess with a crooked nose. A few more put her out cold, and while she wasn't dead she might as well be. She was left floating motionless in the scalding sea of holy water, and her partner couldn't do much with the dead weight on one of her arms.

"Bet you could have used that key about now!" Nenya taunted, Voyda's partner who was beating on the purple demon's suddenly vulnerable partner. The two pink demonesses clawed at each other's breasts, but a knee to her pussy left the already handicapped brawler simply powerless. Nenya and Voyda both grabbed her by the hair and bashed her head into the floating platform, pounding until she was as motionless as her teammate.

With just the two begrudging teammates left, they both went for the miniature raft at once. "Let me up! I hit the water before you!" Nenya demanded as she clawed her way up on top.

"To heaven with that! I've been doing all the work!" The slightly chestier Voyda forced her way up next to her, the two of them stumbling and slipping as they tried to stay on the same limited and precious space. They could only push and stagger for so long before physics took over, dropping them both in opposite directions. Nenya hit the water and went under, but found herself suddenly stuck. Her eyes went wide with horror as she tried to pull her arm loose, but they hand landed on exactly opposite ends of the platform. The chain of their handcuffs had buried itself into the wooden surface, and she could see Voyda thrashing in the water a couple feet away experiencing the exact same misfortune. No amount of thrashing could break the wood in time as they melted away shrieking and cursing at each other.

That only left those pursuing the key. A few had pounced on others to slow them down, preferring to prevent their making it rather than succeeding themselves. Trix and Trappz made it first, the two ancient and gorgeous demon milfs with huge breasts and classic dark red complexions. Trix grabbed it first, but Trappz shoved her away and grabbed it from her hand.

"Give me that! You don't know what you're doing, you useless old ditz!" Trix shouted at her just to be tackled from behind by the slim and brown-skinned Tura. While Trix shrieked and struggled with that, Tura wrapped the chain of her cuff around her neck to choke her while her partner started sending hammer blows into the succumilf's giant rack and leading copper-colored bruises.

Trappz went to put the key in her lock, but the arm was jerked away by Trix's struggles. She was swarmed before she could try again as the gleaming wet key became a dooming beacon to whoever carried it. Trappz was weighed down by the girls piling on top of her, all grabbing for the key. "STOP! GET OFF, YOU IDIOTS! YOU'LL HAVE IT WHEN I'M DONE!" The demonic cougar shrieked furiously at them, but she was ignored. A few even enjoyed it when the elder demoness finally was forced under the holy water to sizzle beneath the blessed tide. At least then she shut up.

Vora wrenched the key from her hand at last, cackling as she straightened it out and lunged for her lock. It barely got inside the slot when she was elbowed in the face by Goren, stunning her on the spot. The white-skinned demon pulled the key back out, refusing to wait a second longer bound to her nemesis and boiling in the water. If she was the first to get out of her cuffs, she should be able to get back to the island and be the sole survivor. If her partner/enemy made it, that was fine too, she supposed. She could deal with Vengina later.

Vora and Goren grappled for the key briefly before the white demoness bit into Vora's wrist with her sharp fangs. The blue succubus screamed and tried to pull away, but the holy water was ruining their spiritual corporeal forms. She pulled hard enough that her entire hand came off at the wrist, giving it to Goren along with the key. The grinning she-devil spat the hand out, using it to unlock her cuffs without even bothering to take it out from between Vora's fingers.

With a triumphant laugh, Goren was the first to pull herself free from her hated ally. Astr was left with the loose handcuff hanging from her wrist, but it was far better than staying stuck on the white she-devil. Goren threw the key away dismissively, which turned out to be the best thing for her. The other girls pounced on it, kicking and clawing to be first. While a few went down in the fray, being handcuffed to an unconscious woman wasn't the worst fate for them anymore. Once the key was used on them, the others didn't care what happened to it. Anyone who could grab it and escape the wrath of the others long enough to undo her own bonds could then leave behind their dead or knocked out ally.

"I'm so glad you're all doing so well with these new rules," Lucifer spoke up from above. Most of the girls had ditched their handcuffs by now, leaving a little over a dozen demons floating through the water and sizing each other up. "So let's play nice for a while... orgasms destroy." This was enough to get everyone to look up in confusion. "From now on, making your opponent cum removes them from this plane. Much easier for a bunch of sluts like you than killing, now isn't it?"

The batch of succubi had to agree, which was why Yeena quicky grabbed Vora by the hair and kissed her, sending her other hand between her legs. Vora grunted deeply, their hypersexualized nature kicking in fast on both fronts. Vora's thick nipples prodded at her foe's before she reached around her hips, thrusting fingers into both her ass and pussy to pump the slutty silver demoness from both ends.

The rest of the girls got to work as well. Vax and Warn were both latched onto the busty Asom's breasts, sucking loudly as if the cure for holy water were inside. While the chesty green woman moaned loudly, she bearhugged them both to her chest and held them in place. While they fumbled around underwater for her slit, she clenched her thick thighs together to keep them out. Asom's surprise tit smother left them both unconscious before too long, letting her push them off to float away. Now that they were defenseless, the holy water ate away at them until they were only four little islands of breast flesh (and then nothing at all).

One of the blue succubi went lunging for Shlick, but she ducked under the pair of hands and dove into the water. The short-haired purple demoness quickly found herself cringing from the consuming burning sensation, but she figured it would have similarly softened up her foes. Putting her true talents to use, she locked her mouth onto the blue snatch in front of her and licked for all she was worth. Schlick pulled at her labia and exposed it to the early stings of the holy water, and with the two combined the blue slut suddenly shrieked. Schlick tasted cum a moment before she simply vanished from sight, no longer there at all.

When Horne took down Tempty with some rough fingering, Donka grabbed her from behind. Donk was a short and curvy demon, young but plenty busty for her limited height. She wrapped her hands around Horne's waist and started fingering while grabbing her breast with the other. "Enjoy the last orgasm of your life!" the short imp laughed as her captive pink demon tried to yank herself free. When there was no immediate chance of escape, she simply fought back by grinding her ass and tail against Donk's crotch. The shorter succubus moaned in her rival's ear, but she maintained her hold long enough to make her squirt and vanish.

Donk barely had time to rinse the cum from her fingers when Gamorenifer darted by and grabbed her by the ass. Donk hardly had time to moan before the booty-centric demoness came and went just like her former victim. Even after her ambush, Vora suddenly shoved Yeena back into Gamorenifer. The two of them jolted and thrashed, but Vora grabbed their tails and tied them together. They were left ass to ass as Vora fingered them both, making them moan and grind their asses together until they both wailed passionately and vanished.

Shlick had caught up to Goren after she swam for the platform, dragging her off and grinding against her in a quick tribbing contest. Their breasts rubbed together as they hurried to take each other out before the impending doom of the holy water consumed them. They managed to both slide onto the raft with Goren humping Shlick with all she had and vice versa.

"You're... unf... going down," Vora grunted, but she was too exhausted and vulnerable.

"I'll be going down on you to finish you off!" Shlik snapped back. She reached for Vora's breasts, but the top demoness reached to stop her. The unfortunate block made the cuffs latch onto her wrist, trapping the two together. With one last gasp, Vora rolled over and threw them both into the water to continue their blessed humping. They couldn't last long among the burning and their natural state of arousal, clits bumping together until their mutually dooming cries echoed in the water before they vanished.

Not far off, the last two of them faced off. Asom wrapped her tail around the wrist of Courtia, a tall and fit-looking blonde that could have passed for a flirty barmaid if not for her radiant green skin. Courtia squeezed Asom's breast until it leaked some of her black blood, but the busty demoness kneed the green enemy in the crotch. Courtia gasped and leaned into Asom's big chest, but she smirked back at her confidently. "Still tender down there after this long soak, aren't you?" she mocked, kneeing her again and again between the legs until her moans of pain turned to ones of lust. However, by then Courtia had wrapped her half of the handcuffs around Asom's throat, choking her out in a race of Asom's sexual skill against her ability to hold her breath. Her knees struck more wearily as her air came short and the sizzling chain bit into her neck, but she paddled back a few paces. It made the chain tighter, but Asom threw a kick up into Courtia's pussy so hard that the front half of her foot went completely inside. With one huge, husky groan, Courtia's eyes crossed and she vanished in one wet burst of cum. Asom barely even realized it as her body gave out, passing out from pain, exhaustion and lack of air. She floated along face down, her big breasts breaching the water right next to her.

"Well, I suppose you're a winner. You're the last one standing... or floating in this case," Lucifer observed. "I'm sure you'd appreciate it more if you were conscious. Or, you know... going to live more than a few seconds soaking like that. Still, this was a fun little experiment. Maybe I'll check in on you girls some other day."

Z Is For Zhang-Oh Part 2

More kung fu western action continued from http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2017/12/z-is-for-zhang-oh-part-1.html . Zhang hunts down Zorra herself to find that things go even deeper than she expected.

 

There was a small town farther south - Agua Caliente - just as Maria had told her. It was a fairly festive place, far larger and more populated than her last stop. Zhang saw all sorts of women around, but none that wore much black like the bandit woman she had about. Many of the Mexican women wore colorful dresses or blouses instead, but nothing she'd consider especially black. The closest she saw were a group of Catholic nuns that were walking through town, talking amongst themselves or with passerby. Zhang scrutinized them briefly, but decided that none of them could be the bandit. They were all visibly elderly or tiny to be a threat to anyone.

The Chinese bounty huntress stopped by the cantina for information (and a drink), but none of the regulars knew anything particular. She wasn't put off by the fact, since the front of the saloon was sign enough for her. Outside, there was a half dozen bounty hunters tied up together (she recognized them by the Olson Brothers who kept trying to hit on her at the bounty office), all stripped nude and left with black lipstick marks and shallow Z's scratched into their skin.

"Looks like it's a job for a woman," Zhang smugly noted. If the bounty hunters were here, that meant that Zorra must’ve been nearby. That also meant the vile bandit knew she was being chased.  If she was being chased, the quickest way of escape would be by train.

Stopping by train station to see if her bounty was indeed trying to flee town, Zhang tied her donkey by the trainyard and took her sword, heading off to the train platform as the church bells rang overhead. The same batch of nuns went shuffling past her, one of the little old ladies smiling at her. Zhang just nodded back with her businesslike demeanor, pulling her straw hat over her eyes as she leaned against a post.

The station seemed mostly empty. It was possible that the bandit was keeping folks from traveling beyond some basic shipments of goods back and forth.  Still, Zhang waited. Across the platform, the Chinese woman watched closely until she spotted something. Despite the bell calling the sisters to their mass, there was a single nun walking towards the train. This was one definitely different. Not only was she by herself, but she was quite tall, wearing heavy heels and some makeup that specifically flattered some strong cheekbones.

A Mexican mother was already onboard, holding her sleeping infant when the tall nun walked by. She stopped with her hands folded, sleeves slipping over her fingers. "Shouldn't you be at the church, young lady?" the nun inquired.

"I am sorry, sister," the mother said with a sheepish smile. "We have business out of town. I shall be late, I'm afraid."

"Oh, don't be." The Nun folded back her sleeve to reveal a revolver in her hand, grinning wickedly at the startled woman. "You only need to give me your money and I shall forgive your sins."

The woman looked from the weapon to the disguised bandit looming over her. "Please! I have no money left to give you!"

The Nun readied the hammer on her gun. "In that case, I hope you've said your prayers." There was a sharp bang and the mother cringed as she curled up in her seat, trying to protect her baby with her body. When no pain came, she looked up just in time to see Zhang cutting in from the aisle, kicking the bandit's arm upward. The handgun clattered to the ground, lost somewhere beneath the seats behind them.

"Perhaps you ought to say yours, sister," Zhang calmly quipped. She grabbed the woman's habit and pulled it off, revealing the dark bob hair style. "Or should I say, Zorra?"

"Well, well. I thought I dealt with all of you pesky bounty hunters already."

"Clearly not all of them, for you have not met the one who will bring you down.  You have not felt the wrath of Zhang-Oh yet," she explained to her, taking up a fighting stance. It was a quick and tight form, one that would be able to function well in the compact space of the train. “Otherwise you would not be standing right now.”

"Oh? Am I supposed to be impressed? Perhaps I ought to show you the judgment of Zorra!" With that, Zorra reached into her robe and drew a dueling sabre. Zhang drew her own, staring down Zorra before briefly raising her traditional blade. The woman and her child ran under it and back out of the train car as quickly as she could.

With the sound of the mother shutting the door behind her, the women instantly snapped into a clashing duel. Their blades clanged swiftly off of each other, each of them moving in quick yet firm strokes and jabs. Zorra made a thrust towards Zhang's wobbling chest, but a skilled parry sent the tip of the criminal's sword flying into one of the windows instead. Seeing this, Zhang made a lunge of her own, with Zorra barely dodging back down the narrow aisle.

Still, a long slash ran along the front of Zorra’s disguise. The black of her nun's robes were partly peeled away, showing some dark stockings and a black corset beneath it as her standard clothes.

"A twisted deviant, even in your taste of clothing," Zhang taunted as she steadied her blade, extending its tip towards Zorra. The Spanish swordswoman bared her teeth as she blushed with both anguish and embarrassment. She wasn't used to opponents who could fight back, or at least not so skillfully.  

The black clad bandit woman tossed her nun’s headdress to the floor to reveal a cold and pale face with a dominatrix style hairbob.  Then, she launched her attack once again, this time taking aggressive, heavy swings at the bounty hunter. Zhang was forced to step back to keep her footing, carefully pacing backward until the Chinese woman lunge forward and shot a stiff straight kick into Zorra's breast. The bandit grunted as she fell to the floor of the train car.  At the same time, she twisted in midair to give a wide, arcing slash of her saber.

SLASH!  Zhang had to lean sharply back, narrowly avoiding the blow that instead sliced off an inch of her flowing hair and a thin line along the shoulder off her dress. The cut was enough to slice through the edge of her poncho, sending it tumbling off behind her.

This brief pause gave Zhang-Oh enough time for Zorra to run in the opposite direction. The Spaniard rammed open the door to the next car, bolting past a pair of passengers who jolted in surprise. Zorra moved to shut the door, hoping to lock it behind and lose her pursuer. She recoiled in surprise when Zhang thrust her sword through the last inch of open door, wedging it open as Zorra dashed into the next car.

This time, Zhang-Oh was able to sprint down the aisle and catch up to Zorra while she still had her hand on the door. Another two swipes of her sword slashed an X shape into the nun outfit, leaving it to collapsed to the floor.

"Those are hard to come by, damn you!" Zorra angrily objected, raising and swinging a heavy blow of her sword at Zhang's neck. The Chinese bounty huntress parried it with her own blade, but was caught off guard by the power behind the outlaw's swing. It shook her footing enough that she couldn't react to Zorra's foot as it bashed right into her crotch. Zhang let out a short cry of pain as she fell to her knees.

Zorra raised her blade for a finishing thrust, but Zhang instinctively sent out a palm strike into her knee that made her fall to the train's floor.

CHUUM!  Both fighters heard the steam engine blow and consequently, the train started to move.

"Nowhere to run now, you cowardly fox," Zhang growled, her pussy throbbing as she swung the butt of her sword for a close-range bash across Zorra's face.

Zorra bent her arm to awkwardly block the pommel strike, her face with red embarrassment and effort. She wasn't used to having her clothes slashed off; only the other way around. She jabbed her blade forward, trying to connect with Zhang-Oh's chest like a bow across the violin of the Asian's blade. Zhang shifted aside, but the edge still sliced the dress right beside her breast and exposed that it had cut through a part of her bra as well.

Zorra smirked at the still degrading cut, while Zhang quickly shut it out of her mind. "Tiger!" she shouted, bracing her fingers into a claw shape. Zorra, however, gave a firm swing of her sword and drove Zhang back as she blocked it. The woman was much stronger than she looked, and while Zhang was faster and more skilled, it was difficult to get close to her and still maintain her offensive. Her special techniques would be a challenge too apply here.

In the moment of hesitation, Zorra used the distance to run into the next car.  Zhang gave an annoyed frown and rushed after her.

The Chinese woman paid no mind to the various chests and boxes of gold and valuables in this car, but she imagined they had been Zorra's initial target in robbing the train. Zorra kept up her lead as she burst into the next car, where a handful more passengers recoiled from the beautiful bandit and her sword. "Out of my way!" she barked all the same. The door slid open behind her and she readily slashed at it.

The wood flew off of the door in chunks from the heavy swing, but Zhang was nowhere to be seen. Zorra looked at it in confusion, even peering in to find that the bounty hunter was missing from the previous car. She didn't notice the open skylight window in the car right away, so she also didn't think to look as Zhang swung herself in from outside the window. She used the swift momentum to kick Zorra in both of her breasts and let her bounce off of the empty seat behind her. Zorra was rattled by the blow as Zhang landed in a crouch and then mounted her prey.

Zhang smiled grimly just before she slammed her knee into Zorra's groin.

"I always pay back my debts," wryly stated the bounty huntress to her opponent.  The bandit swordswoman's face warped in agony as she clutched at her crotch. She went reaching with both hands, but Zhang firmly pressed her own sword into Zorra's and pinned it to the wall. "It's over now, you little weasel of a fox."

"To Hell with you, heathen!" Zorra growled. Releasing her sword, she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a throwing knife - whipping it at Zhang's face.

The Chinese woman dodged the knife in time and also miraculously raised a hand to catch the flat of the blade before it flew at the old man behind her.  Unfortunately, this left Zorra the opening to punch her opponent in the nose, dazing the Chinese warrior and sending her staggering backwards.

Zorra caught her own sword as it fell into her hand, sending another slash at Zhang while she kept moving ahead. This time the slice went up her hip, only drawing a shallow trickle of blood from her thigh while cutting the dress even higher.

"As much as I'd like to keep helping you with your trashy wardrobe," Zorra taunted. "I've a train to catch!"

The outlaw dashed ahead just as Zhang was getting her bearings back. She cut in between the next two train cars, but instead ducking right inside, Zorra grabbed the coupling that locked them together and pulled the pin out.

There was a loud shake and a brief grinding sound as the train cars began to pull apart, leaving Zhang-Oh and the rest of the passengers behind while Zorra rode with the last couple of cars and the locomotive.

"Good riddance," Zorra laughed as the trains had a few feet between them. She threw the pin away, dusted her hands off, and started to march more casually towards the front of the train. She didn't notice Zhang reaching the end of her half of the train. She gauged a few things briefly before she took a running start and leapt the dozen feet or so between them, landing nimbly on the leading boxcar. She scowled down the doorway at the strutting Zorra who still hadn't noticed her, but rather than giving chase directly, she grabbed the ladder on the side of the train and scaled upward.

The conductor was looking up from his various levers and gauges before noticing a blade at this throat, turning around just as Zorra grabbed him by the collar.

"You won't be needed anymore," the outlaw stated said as she yanked the brake lever with her heeled foot.

SCREECH!  The train hissed as it slowed down.  Zorra shoved the conductor off the car, sending him tumbling through the sand beside the tracks.  Then, she went to work adjusting the controls when she suddenly felt a sudden vice grip around her neck.

Zhang hung off the roof of the train car, catching Zorra in an upside down chokehold. Her strong legs were latched to the edge of the train's top, hanging like a bat while her hair and dress dangled down towards the ground.

The Spanish woman gagged and struggled for a few moments before she could realize what was going on. She drew her saber to thrust it into Zhang's belly, but the Chinese fighter flexed her legs and rose back up. In an impressive display of strength and mastery of leverage, she hefted Zorra off her feet and flung her onto the top of the train car. Zhang flipped back up herself and sprang to her feet, drawing her blade to match Zorra's weapon.

Zorra rubbed her neck as she stood back up, staring down her pursuer, "I don't know how you caught up to me, whore, but know that you’ll instantly regret it."

“The only way you’ll make me regret this is if the bounty office doesn’t pay up for your pathetic hide,” Zhang retorted as she came in with a swift swipe of her sword.

Zorra parried the strike aside with her own blade, the two women moving about the roof of the train as they struck and blocked with their weapon of choice. Zorra broke through her opponent's defenses first, kicking Zhang in the stomach and knocking her onto her back. Zorra raised her sword for a finishing blow - but Zhang spun and pushed herself farther away. The sword tip meant for her belly instead buried itself harmlessly into the roof between Zhang's legs.

From the ground, Zhang-Oh kicked Zorra in the side of her leg, dropping her to one knee before the Chinese fighter sprang back up herself. She threw a palm strike at Zorra's chest, but the Spanish woman caught her wrist and stopped her short. She shoved Zhang back and gave a slash of her saber, of which was easily avoided as Zhang continued moving sideways with her momentum in full swing. She spun around Zorra’s side, whipping her sword so that the flat side slapped loudly against the bandita's ass.

—WHACK!  

Zhang grinned when Zorra gasped sharply, but she again spun around and swung her sword down at her again —

SLASH!  

This time, Zorra’s corset popped open and her large breasts popped out and bounced about in the open for several seconds.

“Well, well.  Looks like I’m exposing you for the common whore that you are,” smirked Zhang, hands on her hip as she relaxed her sword.

An embarrassed and red faced Zorra wildly swung her sword forward.

CLANG! Zhang held up her sword with both hands to block the incoming strike.  

Both fighters were deadlocked.  But it became clear who was the physically stronger of the two, as Zhang felt her feet sliding back while Zorra kept pushing - a wild fury in her eyes.  The Chinese woman knew she couldn't win in this direct a contest but the pressure of Zorra's persistent attack wouldn't give her much space to move. And so, she didn't move.  

Instead, Zhang shoved her weapon sharply to one side - dragging Zorra's imposing blade along with hers.  It didn't break their lockup but rather, it lead both of their weapons right into the path of an incoming railroad post, which even at their slowed speed smacked their weapons from their hands and left them falling into the desert sky.

"You little sneak!" Zorra snarled as she realized what she had done. She hated going into a fair fight.

"Would you have rather me threaten mothers and run away from my duels?" Zhang jabbed back as she took up a fighting stance.  The little trick of hers had the effect of slashing her chest portion open so that part of her left breast and nipple popped out of her bra.

"I would rather you just die, whore!" Zorra took a swift swing at Zhang-Oh, but while she was stronger than and almost as fast as the Chinese bounty huntress, she clearly had less skill with her fists than she did with her sword.

Zhang was able to briskly block and counter the attack, throwing a fist into Zorra's stomach like a speeding arrow. It stunned Zorra long enough for Zhang to whirl around and prepare a double palm strike to her opponent’s tits, but she had to stop short and whip away to one side when the Spanish thief took another swing at her.

Zhang darted around, landing a few more swift kicks and punches to Zorra's body when the outlaw lashed out once again - this time for her long, raven mane. Zhang dodged to keep her from grabbing her hair, but the other hand surprised her and caught her by the throat. Zhang grunted and pulled at Zorra's wrist while she was lifted into the air.

"Got you now, you dancing little China doll. I'm gonna enjoy breaking you." The Spaniard suddenly slammed a fist into Zhang's pantied crotch, making the bounty huntress cross her legs and emit a high-pitched cry.

“You look awfully cute like that,” Zorra gloated. “I’m sure I’ll find all sorts of uses for that pretty mouth of yours before long.” Repeating herself, the bandit lifted Zhang up higher into the air and slammed her into the top of the train, landing hard enough that her body dented the thin metals of the roof. With the slimmer Asian down beneath her, should couldn’t help but stomp her heeled boot onto her stomach. Zhang grunted and hugged herself around the middle, trying to stop the stomps and kicks that the stronger woman laid into her.

Zorra only stopped when she drove her boot heel down onto Zhang-Oh’s pussy, grinding her panties deeper into her vagina. “So much for the Dragon’s fire,” she smirked down at her. “I wonder what size of a ball gag you’d need for a bigmouth like you.  Or maybe after I take you home, I’ll have you suck on a long and hard — Ack!”

Zhang caught the front and sole of Zorra’s heeled boot, giving a fluid gesture as she shoved the leg higher into the air. The outlaw gasped as she started to tumble forward while Zhang-Oh rose at the same time — allowing it so that, as one fighter rose and another fighter fell, Zhang’s raging fist collided with Zorra’s falling womanhood halfway through.

“Oompf!”  Zorra’s eyes went wide as she let out a loud howl, tumbling off of her opponent and clutching her throbbing pussy. She grit her teeth and held onto the train’s roof with one hand, her aching twat in the other. By the time she’d dragged herself up again, Zhang was standing there glaring as her cut up dress flapped in the wind.

“You mujerzuela!  You’ll pay for that,” Zorra growled as she rubbed her groin one last time.

“Don’t make this hard on yourself.  Maybe I’d play nice with you if you submitted,” Zhang replied dryly, her stare fixated on Zorra.

“Never!” hissed Zorra in response.

As she fought to get off the ground, the outlaw spotted a sign roll past the train, quickly recognizing it as she looked behind her. The train was going through a small canyon, passing right under a low bridge. She started to gather a plan, but Zhang was clearly thinking the same sort of strategy.

The Chinese beauty started charging as soon as Zorra turned back around, forcing her to bring up her hands to block the speedy blows. A karate chop still caught Zorra in the neck, making her jolt and fail to stop the incoming punch to her face. The thief stumbled backward, clutching her face and looking wide open as Zhang charged in for another finisher.   

“Wolf!” shouted the Chinese huntress, spreading her fingers for a raking strike just as Zorra put her plan into action.

The bandit flung herself backward, arching her back so that her breasts bounced to a stop just above her chin. In one smooth motion, the bandit swung one leg up, kicking the incoming Zhang-Oh in the chin and sending her staggering back. The Chinese woman rubbed her face and opened her eyes just in time to see Zorra lying backward on her elbows.  At the last moment, she turned her head and spotted the incoming bridge - left with no time to duck under or leap over.

Using the momentum of the car, Zhang staggered backward as quickly as she could.

By the time Zorra stood upright again, Zhang was nowhere to be seen. She laughed and rested a hand on her hip, waving a finger like a scolding mother. “Little girls shouldn’t play such dangerous games.  But I must admit, I do love how into this chase these bounty hunters get. It makes them so easy to fool.”

The wanted bandit walked towards the gap to make her way back to the front of the train.

Unbeknownst to her, Zorra’s heavy-heeled steps giving her position away to Zhang, who had simply fallen through the space between the two train cars. She had thrust her strong legs out, suspending herself in a splitting position in between the cars and above the tracks. When she saw Zorra’s shadow over her, she shifted her legs to both brace on one wall and flipped back up. In an instant, she snapped a swift kick into Zorra’s exposed crotch, sending the bandit woman stumbling backward.

From here, Zhang launched her palms at Zorra’s breasts, shoving the unbalanced Spanish outlaw onto the floor, flat on her ass with her legs spread out clumsily.  In shock and awe, Zorra stared up at Zhang, who simply smirked and mirrored her finger-waving gesture from earlier.

“Little girls shouldn’t play such dangerous games,” mocked Zhang.

Zorra sneered back furiously as she rose and sent several heavy punches for the Chinese bounty huntress’s head. Zhang darted around them quickly, only having to stop a handful of them short as they rattled her arms.  It quickly became apparent that while Zorra had room to outmaneuver and overpower her opponent, she was too inflexible to stay invulnerable.

Zorra attempted to box around her ears, but Zhang-Oh threw up her arms to stop them both before retaliating with a kick to her opponent in the stomach. The partially stripped outlaw staggered back as Zhang leapt after her, whirling and hitting her square in the tits with not one - but two flying kicks.

Zorra tripped and fell onto her ass again but in an act of defiance, she sent a kick up at Zhang-Oh's crotch. This time the Chinese warrior expected it, catching the boot heel and flipping over Zorra's head.

The Spanish thief gave a quick shriek as she was forced to balance on her shoulders in a sudden and painful split. She rolled around, clutching her pussy, before she stumbled up onto her knees.  Zorra was already turning as Zhang threw a reverse high kick into her chin, knocking Zorra back onto her feet. She had been knocked up and down so rapidly that Zhang finally had her dazed and open.

The Chinese fighter whipped her hands up high before swiping them down into a double chop on either side of Zorra's neck. Zorra gave a quick gasp that made her chest jiggle from the impact before she simply crumbled forward. With the shorter Zhang standing right in front of her, this planted her breasts right up against Zhang's. Even in her painful daze, her eyes opened wide as she felt the impact of Zhang's large chest.

"S-Santa Maria..." the outlaw mused in disbelief. While Zorra's were bigger, Zhang-Oh's breasts were much more buoyant, jiggling as they almost casually absorbed and shoved around Zorra's fuller-looking rack.  Soon, they completely devoured the dominatrix nun bandit bitch’s chest. Zhang saw the look of fear, denial, and shock in her opponent's eyes, sneaking in a cold little smirk before shaking her shoulders as her breasts alone knocked Zorra to the ground.

The bandida looked done for, but Zhang herself wasn't done yet. She spotted a gleam of fading sunlight, and sure enough, her family sword had become wedged between some of the handles on the train. She fetched it while Zorra was still groaning witlessly, unable to form any words or means of attacking until Zhang yanked her upwards and braced her across her knee.

"Wait... what are you do-? AHHHH!"

SWACK!  SMACK! SLAP!

The dominant woman had never been through such a severe beating, finding almost no equal in man or woman, Mexico or America. When Zhang took her on her knee like a child and spanked her ass cheeks with the flat of her sword, it was just too much. Zorra shrieked and cried her surrender, feet kicking comically behind her. "Stop! Stopppp! I give! I'll turn myself in! Just leave me beeee!!"

"Not a chance," Zhang told her. She finally shoved the outlaw off of her lap, leaving her to rub her reddened behind. The bandit looked up with a tearful pout, sniffling as she shed some more tears. The sun was going down, but Zorra quickly saw that glimmer of light eclipsed by Zhang-Oh's breasts as they absorbed her face. Zorra felt their soft texture once again, this time as they smothered the last of the fight out of her and left her out cold.

It didn't last for long, but Zhang-Oh worked quickly while she was out. She had tied Zorra onto the front of the train, stripped her naked, and left her clockwork nunchucks vibrating inside of her captive's pussy. The bandit had hardly woken up when she started to cry through her unwelcome arousal, still seeing flashes of Zhang's tits as they had swallowed up the light from earlier.

Zhang was feeling confident in herself and her work when the train started to slow down. She wasn't sure how to stop or start the train herself, but she knew that Zorra had arranged something with it before Zhang had caught up to her. She was suspicious as it started to hardly chug along when she saw a trio of women atop horses in the distance. They seemed to be running parallel to the train tracks, passing it as they entered a villa up ahead. The large and comfortable house seemed like some sort of extravagant vacation home, like a luxurious cabin deep in the nowhere of Mexico. The train finally puffed to a stop just a short walk away from the villa. Zhang frowned at the structure.

She had clearly just entered Zorra's lair.

The three riders circled around towards Zhang as she approached the structure. They each wore corsets and had differently colored hair (one brown, one red, and one blonde) and carried thin blades on their hips. One of them, the brunette Francisca, addressed her.

“Miss Zhang, the Madam has been expecting you. Please come this way.”

“And if I don’t?” Zhang responded cooly, bracing a hand on the hilt of her sword.

“There is no need for such a desperate action,"Francisca answered. "The Madam requests your presence, and upon hearing her words, we shall let you leave or stay. Your choice.”

“And why should I trust you?  Any of you?” the bounty huntress pressed.

“You can’t.  But what choice do you have in the matter?” answered Samanta, the brunette with the bright green eyes. “But we are all armed and could choose to slay you now. We have not, but we could change that if it would make you more comfortable."

"...fine." Zhang scoffed but eased her hand off of her weapon.

The last rider, their redhead Laetitia shook her head and laughed as she looked back at Zorra. She was still bound to the train, shaking and howling as the vibrating device only seemed to pick up the pace on its shaking.

“So Domina has failed!" Laetitia noted with amusement. "How pitiful for someone of her stature. I guess this means the position for second in command has opened up once again.”

“Domina always was a cheap imitation," Francisca stated dismissively. "She is not worthy of the title Zorra."

“Few are. Now, Miss Zhang, are you ready to meet the real Zorra?”

Zhang’s eyes widen as she is led into the villa. When she stepped in the front door, a familiar face was waiting.

“Countess Reynard,” Zhang greeted grimly.

“Zhang-Oh. So you did make it. Good.” Her recent employer walked briskly down the steps to the second floor. She looked the same as before, but her hair was now black instead of red. She had washed out the dye in between their meetings. “Are you surprised?”

“I had expected you to be a sly fox,” Zhang-Oh confirmed with a frown. “Not that you would literally be Zorra.”

“Oh, don’t look so angry.” Reynard (or technically, Zhang figured, the real Zorra) reached the ground floor and smiled jovially at her. “It was a test. Just another part of the job before you got to the real business at hand.”

“Which is...?” Zhang prompted.

“Well I had to see that you were worth my time. With your skills in manhunting AND combat, you proved much better than all the other applicants. I’m just looking for operatives. More than hired guns, I want agents who will take orders well and strike where I need them to.”

“For what cause?”

“Well you can see it, can’t you?” The countess gestured vaguely to the north. “The Americans are getting lazy and greedy. They even talk of extending their reach into Mexico. I have been gathering allies. Those who have been displaced, and who do not belong with them. We will create a revolution, Zhang-Oh. We will invade the United States and put them down once and for all.”

Zhang watched her with her cold and steady stare, but didn’t reply. “You must know what it is like. How hard you had to work for a fraction of a white man’s wages.

"I understand your interest in my skill," Zhang said levelly. She reached into a pouch at her hip, but she only pulled out and lit a cigar. After a smokey breath was let out through her nostrils, she shook her head. "But I bring enough trouble on my family as it is. I need no lawmen and armies coming after me."

"We are in the heart of Mexico," Reynard assured her, gesturing gracefully around her. "The Americans have no authority here. Or anywhere, once we are through with them. But the battle is coming, whether you join it or not. Why not be on right side? The winning side?"

Zhang gave a small huff to accompany her next puff of smoke. "I'll still have to decline. And regardless of your crime, I imagine the law will be feeling very generous when I bring them the leader of a would-be uprising." She started to stride forward, drawing her sword as the countess shrugged hopelessly.

"Well if you are a lost cause, then I've no use for you. Conquistadoras?" She hardly had to raise her voice for her bodyguards to spring into action. While she had her eyes on Reynard, Zhang threw her sword up to parry Samanta's sword away from her face. She whirled to face the blonde, just for her to have to jerk to one side to avoid a thrust of Laetitia's sabre. Zhang swept her sword to swat it back and leave her weapon off-balance, but Fancisca's sword came swinging down at her a split second after. They were clearly highly coordinated, and even more capable with their weapons than Domina. Zhang had to bend over backward to avoid the blade cutting into her breasts, but it was still close enough that it sliced off the front half of her cigar.

Reynard casually stepped away from her desk, busying herself with some of her work while Zhang fought for her life against her bodyguards. Zhang leaned further into her backward bend, her dress flipping with her in a reverse handspring to land on the desk. She quickly lunged with her blade, spotting the Conquistadoras from her higher ground and intercepting all three of their slashes at once.

"So all of you are too afraid to face me alone," Zhang noted with a scowl. Laetitia pulled her weapon away while the other two were locked up with the Chinese fighter's. She swung at Zhang's feet, but she quickly lifted her slippered foot and stomped down on the flat of the blade, pinning it to the desk. With a sharp twirl, Zhang threw a lowered roundhouse kick across all three of the women's heads. They each staggered back, allowing Zhang to slip her toe under Laetitia's weapon and flip it up into her hand.

The two armed Conquistadoras came at her again, but Zhang whirled and dodged as she clashed her swords with theirs. When they came thrusting at her from both directions, Zhang whipped up both of her swords and knocked Francisca and Samanta's weapons into each other. It left them wide open as Zhang-Oh tossed herself forward into a handstands and send a kick in either direction simultaneously. Both landed right into her opponent's chests, sending them tumbling back while their swords were sent flying to embed into some high furniture.

"Your first Zorra got lucky," Zhang commented dryly. "She had me in tight quarters with civilians around. You three aren't so fortunate."

The Conquistadoras saw their swords were lost, but Zhang recognized by their stance that they were still intending to fight her. They charged at her again, but this time Zhang sent a sharp punch into tall bookshelf nearby. Her fist shattered the wood and spilled all matter of books and shelving into their path. The Conquistadoras were sharp and quick enough to dodge out of the way, but it bought Zhang the time she needed to achieve her real goal. Zhang-Oh performed a quick flip away from them, landing by the true Zorra and dropping the cavalry's sword. She wrapped an arm around her chest, grabbing the mastermind and bringing her sword up near her chin. Although they maintained their professional expressions, the bodyguards didn't move any closer.

"I am glad we understand each other," Zhang said grimly. "You would not want anything to happen to your employer. I am not one for wasting life, so we can agree that going quietly and bringing her back alive is in all of our interests."

"Oh my!" the countess noted with a hint of amusement in her voice. "And here I thought you weren't interested in cooperating with criminals. Still..."

There was a quick series of movements as Reynard went into action. She elbowed Zhang in the stomach at the same time as her other hand palm struck her sword hand. The blade was shoved away while Reynard whirled around to face Zhang once again. The bounty huntress grunted from the belly blow, but she lashed out at her target to try to reclaim her grip. The true Zorra leaned far back to dodge her swing, just to shoot a kick into Zhang's pussy as quick as a whip. Zorra let out a clumsy "OOGH!" as she grabbed her groin, just for Zorra to deliver a double uppercut of the stunning Asian's breasts. Zhang's breasts went bouncing out of control as she fell to the floor, curled up in pain at the surprising power and skill behind the countess.

"I think you'll find that in all of my dealings, I prefer to the the one on top," Zorra finished, planting a high heel on one of Zhang's breasts and grinding it in place. Zhang could only find the strength to wail in pain as her bountiful orb was crushed, grabbing at her tormentor's ankle and weakly trying to push her off. She was weary from her fight with the imposter and bodyguards, but even at her best she'd have struggled to keep up with this woman's cruel and brutally efficient fighting style.

Zorra finally lifted hard enough to get the countess' foot off of her, but Reynard simply pulled it free of her grip and kicked Zhang harshly in the ribs with her other food. "Get her up," Zorra instructed her guards as she promptly went to her desk and lit a small lantern. "And prepare her to feel the mark of Zorra."

With Zhang winded from the shocking beating, the Conquistadoras had no trouble in gladly forcing the Chinese woman to her feet. When she naturally started to shove and struggle, they gladly softened her up some more with some punches to her toned body and lovely face. Once she was a weakened mess, they tore off her clothes to strip the antiheroine naked. Samantha pulled on her hair like a leash to hold her in place while Francisca and Laetitia pinned Zhang's arms against a wall when Zorra turned her attention back towards her.

Countess Reynard had left a bottle of ink over the lantern while she drew what had appeared to be a decorative sword that was mounted on the wall. The sharp rapier made Zhang freeze in her struggles, but Zorra only smiled. "Don't worry, little dragon. I too find that life is not to be wasted. I find that a properly treated live body sends a much better message." She dipped her sword into the bottle of heated ink, coating the tip and daintily tapping away any drips. She turned sharply and lashed her sword across Zhang's chest, enough to make the bounty huntress wince as she felt the hot sting of her blade over her breast.

While it stung, she opened her eyes in surprise to find that she hadn't been cut at all. Instead, Zorra had painted her mark of a large Z on her tits in hot ink. It stung and made her squirm as it cooled into a tidy seal like a brand, but she had masterfully avoiding piercing Zhang's skin.

"Ship her out like the rest," Zorra said dismissively, wiping off her blade. "If she won't cooperate, she's useless." She smirked cruelly at the stunned Zhang-Oh. "And she's clearly too powerless to become a threat to me."

The train rolled back into the station, carefully timed out by the countess and her guards to stop just inside of town. Zhang was left naked, bound and gagged on top of one of the flatbeds. It left her dirty with wind-swept sand with the marked Z left for all to see on her famously bouncy tits. There was some surprised muttering before Mei found her and quickly started to untie her before lending her a spare poncho.

"How could this happen?!" Mei asked her in shock as she led off the weary and beaten Zhang.

"More than I thought," Zhang muttered weakly. "Too strong."

Mei felt awful to see the woman who had bested her and treated her so kindly like this. She saw her back to her house, but the wounds were nothing that wouldn't heal over time. Mei made sure she was okay, but she couldn't stand to wait any longer. She stomped off to her room, pulling on her custom-made dress. Zhang would not have gone down so easily. There had to have been trickery and foul play involved. With her loved ones secure, she set out that very night to hunt down those who had done such an awful thing.