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.