Zhang-Oh vs Katsumi Crossover: Cowgirl vs Ninja

okay, so big news. Here's a big crossover event I got hired for a while back! you may remember Zhang-Oh, the chesty Chinese bounty hunter out for vengeance from her story a little while back:
http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2016/01/zhang-o-spaghetti-western-brawl.html

and Katsumi a classic character of the impish but righteous ninja girl of justice:
http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2014_01_01_archive.html

Then one plucky request came in to cross them over into a showdown for no reason! Strap in, folks! It's a crossover showdown spectacular!

and for those who may not have noticed, I started a Patreon for short smut fiction. As little as a buck a month gets you frequent updates to sexy stories that you can even vote on! I posted up a sequal story to another of my original works, and a new wrestling story should be coming out this week that's exclusively for Patrons
https://www.patreon.com/sandcastles

Zhang-Oh had left her family in a comfortable life. Whatever little wealth she didn't spend on her mule or basic supplies went right to her sisters. With their laundry business doing well on its own, they had quite a bit to throw around. They had built in a large wooden bath in an expansion to their house, a little haven for them between their own hard work.

They also had their maid left over from her last adventure. Valentina, the former Woman With No Name, wore a skimpy and frilly skirt and a low cut top, showing off her huge jugs as both a point of humiliation for her and something that drew in the passing customers. They seemed to find any excuse to re-clean or iron out something just to look at her jiggling chest and long legs. They had her washing the windows of the bath from the outside, wiping off the various dust and sand while the girls enjoyed their bath, occasionally pointing and giggling when they saw her big breasts forced to press up against the glass. The wicked woman had been broken in like a dog, cringing from their playful spankings and accented insults.

Something strange happened that day. The air crackled with a strange pink energy, and a breeze blew through the bath despite the windows being closed. The wind and lights began to spiral against a spot on the wall, suddenly forming a whipping portal. "I don't remember having that installed," one of the sisters muttered quietly to the other.

A stranger stepped through the portal after a few seconds. She was a young Asian girl, a curvy 19 year old with a black ponytail and an impractically revealing ninja outfit. It showed off her soft but strong thighs and plump young breasts, and she had sandals on her feet. Katsumi looked around thoughtfully before she spotted the bathing sisters.

"Oh! Hi there! I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just looking-"

The sisters let out a scream and jumped out of the bath, quickly grabbing their towels to cover up and run. "Peeping tom!" they shouted in Chinese, making the Japanese Katsumi tilt her head with a cutely puzzled look. "Jeez. There's no need to be shy in a public bathhouse..."

As the sisters ran out of the bath, Valentina was marching into it, ignoring her two owners. The flashing lights. She couldn't explain what they were or where they come from, but when she saw them through the tinted glass, they were hypnotic. They had sparked something strange in the back of her mind, and whether they were meant to or not, they had removed the deeply-rooted fear and shame. Valentina was back to her old self; cruel, confident, and vengeful.

She threw open the door to the bathroom to see the portal missing, but Katsumi still there dusting herself off. "Hmph," Valentina sneered. "Not the one I was looking for, but one Chink is as good as the next."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Katsumi grinned merrily. "I'm actually Japanese. See, the skin's more- woops!"

Valentina didn't have her guns around, but she threw a punch for Katsumi's face. The ninja leaned back to let it whip past her face, looking surprised but straightening back up and taking a fighting stance. "Well, if it's like that then, okay! I was looking for a fight anyway!"

"Good choice then," Valentina smirked, throwing another pair of punches at the kunoichi. Katsumi blocked there, but Valentina thrust herself forward and slammed her tits into Katsumi's. The Japanese girl's were smaller and easily knocked her backward into the wall. Valentina spun on one foot and launched her high-heeled foot at Katsumi, but she rolled aside and let her hit the wall instead.

"Whoa, careful with those! They make your butt look good, but you can put an eye out with those!" Katsumi quipped.

"Well you definitely talk more than she did," Valentina growled. She threw a high kick for Katsumi's head, but the girl blocked it and held onto her ankle. Valentina's eyes went wide a moment as she saw the opening, Katsumi twisting around and throwing a kick of her own into Valentina's pussy. The former outlaw grunted and clutched her crotch, pulling her leg free and bending over to stick her short-skirted ass out (at least Katsumi wore hers that short on purpose).

"Gotta be quicker than that," Katsumi teased, but Valentina lunged at her. Katsumi blocked a punch to her stomach, but the brunette bandit grabbed her by the hair with her other hand and bent her over.

"How's this for quicker?" Valentina growled, driving her knee up into Katsumi's stomach repeatedly. The smaller girl grunted at a high pitch with each cheap shot, finally catching Valentina's leg and twisting it to flip her onto the floor. Valentina landed on her back, unable to move before Katsumi stood up and axe kicked her heel onto one of Valentina's tits. The bandit let out a big grunt as she cradled her chest, rising up to her knees just before Katsumi did a quick spinning jump and kicked her across the face, sending Valentina staggering out of the bathroom and back into the hall.

Valentina rolled skillfully with the fall and landed on one knee in the hallway, but Katsumi came flying out of the bath house with a jumping kick. Her foot smacked right between Valentina's breasts,  stinging her sternum as the former villainess stumbled back further. Valentina caught a hand on the nearby table, spotting a decorative vase and hurling it at Katsumi. While the ninja swiftly caught it, Valentina blindsided her with a right cross that sent Katsumi slamming into the wall. She started to push herself away from it when Valentina rammed into her chest-first. Her breasts collided right with the shorter, slumping Katsumi's face, banging her head painfully against the wall. Katsumi tried to hold her aching head, but Valentina grabbed her wrists and shoved her breasts into Katsumi's. The bigger boobs pushed Katsumi back into her chest, making her give a long groan of pain.

"Grow some tits before you come after me, little girl," the dethroned bandit queen growled bitterly. Katsumi managed to hook her leg behind Valentina's and shove her back. The bandit yelped and staggered back, catching onto a wall for balance. Katsumi sprang off from her own wall and spun completely around before sending a slapping knife-edge chop across the brunette's breasts, making the jiggle hard enough that they almost popped right out of her top.

"Better to have mine than a couple of big saggy ones!" Katsumi shot right back. Valentina threw a pair of angry punches at the nimble ninja, but she blocked and deflected both of them before throwing a double chop into the bandit's shoulder muscles. Valentina winced and jumped, making her breasts jiggle around in her skimpy maid outfit.

Valentina's hands quickly went to grab her chest and stop the wobbling before she shot both fists into Katsumi's tits in return. The perky orbs bounced the knuckles right back off of her, but Katsumi still clearly winced from the twin blows. Katsumi threw strike at Valentina's chest with her fingers extended, but the Asian's attack was dodged when the brunette stepped aside. Valentina wrapped her bicep around Katsumi's forearm, trapping it and her before nailing the ninjette with a sudden headbutt. With Katsumi seeing stars, Valentina gave a furious shout and hurled the ninja girl by the hair out into the main living room, just next to the main customer area.

Katsumi tumbled to a stop at last, but Valentina was still right behind her. She delivered a vicious kick to Katsumi's face with her high heel, putting her back on the floor. Valentina straddled the downed girl and folded her arms under her chest. "I think it's time I show you the best chest in the West, little girl," Valentina gloated as she lowered her upper body.

"It can't be that great if you have to hold them up like that," Katsumi snapped back, but Valentina thrust her breasts into the younger ninja's face. Katsumi kicked and thrashed as the bigger orbs mashed over her nose and mouth, cutting off her means of breathing. She could still see Valentina smirking between the villainess' cleavage, but her face changed quickly. Katsumi jabbed her fingertips into the tender muscles that held up Valentina's bulging chest, twisting into the firmest spot of her bosom. Valentina's face twisted in pain before she finally screamed, pulling back and hugging her aching chest.

Katsumi just flipped up to her feet in one quick motion. "You think you're the first one to try to use that kind of move on me? You cow types are all the same; any excuse to use those fat things of yours."

Valentina growled and glared at the ninjette. If she had her guns and knives, she felt certain she could take care of this little brat. She had to resort to her fists instead, moving in and throwing punches at Katsumi's head. Although she dodged around them, she forced Katsumi towards one of the couches where she would have her cornered with nowhere to run. Much to her surprise, when Katsumi's heels hit the couch she just backflipped over it, simultaneously delivering a flying kick to Valentina's chin. The tamed outlaw was still reeling from that hit when Katsumi grabbed the top of the couch before she could land, spinning herself back around. She used the momentum to rocket herself into Valentina's chest and double kick her in the boobs, sending her flying back to forcefully sit herself into the rocking chair behind her.

Valentina gave a flustered snarl, clearly starting to lose her cool persona. She pushed herself back out of the chair and grabbed a candlestick, swinging it at Katsumi wildly. The ninja ducked under the attacks, crouching around her swings until she suddenly sprang up onto the coffee table and landing on her hands, performing a perfect simultaneous split/handstand. She spun quickly in place, kicking the improvised weapon away before her other foot followed the first, smacking Valentina across the face while her skirt casually flashed her panties for her opponent.

Valentina stumbled from the hit, and as soon as she regained her balance, Katsumi leapt up and clamped her thighs around Valentina's neck. Valentina struggled to keep from falling over, but Katsumi kept their balance for them as she sat with her perky butt on top of the outlaw's rack. It made a surprisingly usable perch for the petite ninjette as she sent several speedy slaps into Valentina’s face, bouncing her head side to side. Katsumi then jerked her body backward, arching her back to flip her breasts back and her center of gravity with them, taking Valentina along for the ride. Katsumi’s headscissor swung Valentina through the hair and brought her crashing right through the coffee table while the ninja sprang safely off.

The retired bandit queen shoved the rubble of the table away, righting herself clumsily as she turned to face Katsumi once again. The younger fighter was braced gracefully in a fighting stance, which just served to rile up the hot-blooded thief. She charged with a furious scream and threw a punch for Katsumi's head, which the ninja nimbly blocked. It allowed Valentina to move in for her real attack, shoving her breasts forward to slam them into Katsumi's once again. However, Katsumi twisted nimbly out of the way of the breast strike and ducked under Valentina's outstretched tits.

"For how much those udders bounce, I'd be more careful with those things," Katsumi warned a split second before she stood up straight. Her own perky breasts whipped sharply upward and smacked them into the bottom of Valentina's heft rack. Despite the size difference, the soft but perky nature of Katsumi's made them smack hard enough into Valentina that her own breasts flew up and smacked herself in the face.

Katsumi spiraled away with a giggle at executing the stunning and humiliating maneuver. Valentina staggered from the busty blow, turning angrily towards Katsumi again just for her to repeat the attack; dodging around her breasts and slamming them with her smaller but firmer melons to slap Valentina’s face with her own tits once again. Valentina still hadn't properly regained her footing before Katsumi appeared in front of her and did it again, smacking Valentina's breasts that smacked into her face in turn. Valentina fell to the floor in a dizzy heap, bracing herself on her hands and knees as she tried to catch her breath.

When the bandit queen tried to stand, Katsumi pulled back her leg and threw up a kick so high it put her leg perfectly vertical, flashing her panties at her foe. More importantly, her foot sliced right through the frilly fabric of Valentina' top, spilling her heavy breasts right out into view.

"Wow, even droopier than I thought. Poor thing," Katsumi teased.

Valentina put an arm around her breasts and scowled back at Katsumi. "Don't you dare pity ME, you dirty Jap!" she barked, throwing a punch for the playful ninja. Katsumi nimbly leaned to one side and grabbed bandit turned maid's wrist, turning quickly and spinning Valentina around with her. She flung the now topless Valentina forward so that her big breasts were roughly flattened against the wall. A quick kick to the back flattened them out even further, drawing a miserable wail from Valentina.

The outlaw desperately threw an elbow behind her, but Katsumi ducked it and hooked her arm underneath the extended arm. "For me? Thanks!" Katsumi chimed before turning back sharply and tossing Valentina completely over her head, sending her crashing hard on her back against the floor. Katsumi spun around and whipped her leg up and down for another flourish of her skirt and slamming her heel down on top of Valentina's stomach. The dethroned bandit queen huffed and held her stomach, grabbing onto the sofa and trying to pull herself back to her feet.

Before she could do any of that, Katsumi flipped up Valentina's skirt and wedgied her panties up into her ass. The bandit screamed as she was lifted off her feet, Katsumi kneeling down and dropping Valentina's stomach across her knee. Valentina grunted hard at the second body blow, but Katsumi lifted her up by the wedgie once more and dropped her across the knee again before holding her there.

"You're a fun one alright, but not quite what I'm looking for. Let's see how you handle this! Slapping No Jutsu! The Millionth Spank!”

"Million!?" Valentina blurted, kicking and squirming to try to escape, but she was too winded to get away. Katsumi smacked her palm right against her forcibly upthrust rear, getting a sharp gasp out of the bandit as her cheeks wobbled around. Her booty wasn't even done jiggling when Katsumi's hand came spanking into it again, her rebounding bottom struck twice as hard as it moved out to meet the incoming blow. The increased impact of the fifth and her bouncing bottom was enough to tear right through her panties, baring her ass to the strange young invader.

"Let's see how many you can take before you break down, cow," Katsumi taunted as she bombarded the butt with more speedy spanks.

"More than you can OOH! Dish out! EEK!" Valentina defied. She was still kicking and squirming by 50, and she was gritting her teeth and biting her lip to outlast the 100th. By 115, she broke into tears, grabbing at the air in front of her in a blind and desperate need to escape. "Let go! Let go!" she pleaded, but Katsumi maintained her perfectly rhythmic punishment. Her ass looked practically sunburnt by 200, her pathetic whining and wailing made it impossible to tell by looking at her that the portal had awoken the original Valentina at all.

As Katsumi wound up for 227, she suddenly found herself blindsided as she was kicked in the face. The ninja dropped her victim and fell back on her butt, leaning on her elbows and looking up towards the owner of the long, strong limb. Zhang-Oh kept her leg extended in the initial kick, balancing steadily on the other. She was clad in her a Chinese dress much like her usual, red with a Chinese dragon laced into the chest beside the open V of flesh that was her cleavage. "You should go play with your own toys, girl," she advised grimly.

The serious-looking woman leered thoughtfully down at Katsumi, but seeing her stunned by the interruption, Zhang smoothly arced her leg around and held it out in front of Valentina. The freshly broken bandit queen looked up at her owner, who gave Zhang's snug and silky slippers a few worshipping kisses before she crawled out of the room. Her bottom wiggled behind her, confirming that she was wearing nothing but the remains of the skirt she'd had from her uniform.

"What do you think you're doing in my home?" Zhang demanded dryly as she ignored the crawling Valentina.

Katsumi stopped leaning around Zhang to see the groveling girl's wiggling ass to answer her. "Oh, I came here looking for a fight." Zhang frowned at her and raised her hands in a ready stance. "See, you act threatening like that, but that's literally what I want. I'm just here for some fun."

"How did you even get in here?" Zhang pressed further. "I didn't see anyone outside when I was approaching."

Katsumi jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "Oh, I came by magic."

"Horse shit."

"Well, technically it was a jutsu..."

"Now you're just making words up."

"I am not! I used the technique, asked it for a worthy opponent, and it brought me here!"

Zhang-Oh gave a short snort that might have been a laugh. "If all you wanted was to be beaten by the best, you don't need to ask twice."

Katsumi grinned playfully as she finally took up her own stance. "And here I was ready to say 'please."
Zhang struck first, swiftly stepping towards her intruder and throwing testing punch her way. Katsumi leaned to one side to avoid it, then brought up her hands to stop the finger strike short of her chest. The ninjette pushed the arm to one side, but Zhang used that same leverage to spin all the way around and throw a spinning high kick at Katsumi's head. Katsumi managed to see this coming and threw a kick of her own, their strong, raised thighs clashing together and stopping each other short of their goals. The skirts of both garments flipped up, showing the toned thighs and silky undergarments. The two held their positions for a moment, as if to admire the artistry of their colliding attacks.

"Oh, so you're into thongs too!" Katsumi noted with a smile. "And black ones! That says a lot about a girl, y'know."

Zhang-Oh huffed and swung her leg back down, bringing Katsumi's with it as she lunged her upper body forward. Her tits clashed with Katsumi's, the ninja realizing that unlike her earlier opponent's, Zhang's was not only bustier than her but her tits were every bit as perky. The impact combined with Zhang's tactically placed leg behind Katsumi's tripped up the ninja, but she managed to lean into the fall and catch herself on her palms. She performed a quick reverse handspring to land back on her feet, but clearly surprised by the move.

"Wow. I didn't know they made em that big in China," Katsumi observed.

"I get that a lot," Zhang replied with a smirk.

"Well get this: Blazing Tornado Fist!"

Katsumi charged back at her, sending speedy punches at Zhang's upper body. Zhang had to back up while she blocked, but she prevented the worst of them from making any real impact. Zhang threw out a sudden palm strike that connected right between Katsumi's breasts. She stumbled back with a grunt as she rubbed at her jiggling jugs, but she charged right back at Zhang a moment later. While the Chinese bounty hunter braced for a frontal attack, Katsumi leapt to the side and ran along the wall instead, running right past Zhang. She spun around to try to keep her eyes on the nimble opponent, but Katsumi flipped off the wall and snapped a kick into Zhang's head.

The Chinese woman staggered back while Katsumi landed in a crouch, sweeping her legs out from under her. Zhang-Oh landed on her back and Katsumi rose up to lift her leg up high and bring the heel spiking down at her stomach. Zhang brought her hands up to catch the foot a few inches from her abdomen, stopping the crushing blow just short. She twisted it to one side, but Katsumi acrobatically twirled along with it and landed gracefully back on her feet.

"You're fast for a little one," Zhang noted as she pushed herself back up.

"Speak for yourself, all dark and sexy," Katsumi grinned back at her. "It's been awhile since I've had to bring out some of the fancy moves. They all as strong and pretty as you are where you come from?"

"If they were, I wouldn't be as infamous as I am out here."

"Oh you too! We're so alike, huh?! Say, what were you thinking of doing after this whole honor duel thing?"

Zhang snorted dismissively and threw a punch at Katsumi's head. The ninja dodged around it and grabbed Zhang's arm to trap her in place. Before she could follow up enough to execute whatever she had planned, Zhang swung her other hand around deliver a backhanded punch to Katsumi's face. Katsumi grunted as she was stunned from the blow, allowing Zhang to grab her by the farthest shoulder and force her to bend over backward across the Chinese fighter's knee. Katsumi delivered a quick knee to Zhang's side to make her wince, but she forced the flexible girl's spine across her knee, jutting Katsumi's breasts out and exposing her belly.

Katsumi started to squirm loose, but Zhang caught her by the hair and used it to keep her in place. Zhang braced her fingers into a claw shape and slammed her hand and fingers into Katsumi's belly. The martial artist's strong fingers drove into and squeezed Katsumi's stomach muscles, getting a deep gasp from the younger fighter.

"You're not so fast once I have my hands on you," Zhang taunted coldly, tormenting Katsumi's abs for a few seconds before Katsumi leaned even further back. She swung her leg up high and managed to kick Zhang in the side of the head, knocking the Chinese woman off balance and losing her grip. Katsumi caught herself on one hand, twisting her waist to catch her legs on either side of Zhang-Oh's head. She clamped her thighs around her neck and jerked her hips, the sudden head scissors whipping Zhang down to the ground for a rough landing. She was still between Katsumi's toned legs as she hit the wooden floor with a grunt, but she grabbed Katsumi by the calves and tried to wrestle her legs loose. Katsumi struggled against her, trying to clench her legs into a choking scissor.

"By looking at you," Katsumi grunted as she tried to overpower her new rival. "I would've thought... I'd be OPENING my legs for you... not closing..."

Zhang ignored her and forced her thighs apart far enough to slip out from between them. Before Katsumi could slide away, Zhang caught one of her legs and pulled up on it. Katsumi yelped as she was forced down to the floor, Zhang rising to her knees and maintaining her firm hold on the ninja's limb. Katsumi was able to throw a swift kick that caught Zhang in the chest, but it only served to mash Zhang's firm breasts upward rather than into her ribs.

"Dang, that's firm," Katsumi commented quickly.

"Let's hope you're the same," Zhang said, drawing back her fist and releasing a jackhammer blow to Katsumi's chest, pummeling the ninja's smaller tits with her storm of punches. Katsumi let out a long shriek that vibrated along with her bouncy chest, her ponytail shaking behind her head. The blinding speed of Zhang's blows was stunning, especially when directly to her perky tits, but she was also robbed of her own mobility with Zhang's grip on her leg. When her shaky vision finally seemed to see straight, she threw up both of her hands in a crossing chop to Zhang's own jiggling breasts.

Zhang yelped as her attack was cut off, knocked off-target when Katsumi's chopping hands crossed paths with her incoming arm. Katsumi tried to follow up by boxing her ears, but Zhang brought up her hands to block it just as quickly. She locked hands with Katsumi and went in for a headbutt, only to find that Katsumi was attempting the same back at Zhang. Their skulls butted together and bounced off each other with a meaty thud, both girls wincing painfully as they finally broke apart.

"Owie... and I thought I had a hard head," Katsumi groaned as she got back to her feet. Zhang stood up a bit slower, so Katsumi darted towards her before she was ready. Katsumi planted a food on the bend of Zhang's knee and performed a backflipping kick to the China girl's chin, launching her back until she was pressed against a wall. Katsumi followed up quickly, not willing to lose her lead after the beating her boobs just went through.

"If you had wanted to touch them so bad, you should have just said so," Katsumi quipped before she shifted to one foot and threw a high kick across Zhang's left cheek, then switching her leg back around for one across the stunned bounty hunter's right. The second had her stagger to one side down the wall, and Katsumi rushing after her to continue her combo. The ninja leapt up for a flying kick to Zhang's stomach, but the martial artist moved swiftly past her outstretched leg, drawing back both hands and smashing her flexing palms into Katsumi's belly.

The ninja grunted hard, her own speed meeting Zhang's perfectly timed strike. It proved hard enough to send the already airborne Katsumi flying backward, crashing into the rear door of the laundromat. It flung open and let Katsumi land in the sand, tumbling clumsily into the back yard. Zhang-Oh marched right after her among the few old clotheslines. A few shirts billowed in the breeze from the chords on this slow day.

"Ready to stay down, little girl?" Zhang demanded, folding her strong, feminine arms beneath her chest.

"If I had wanted to go down, you... uh... hang on." Katsumi coughed and rubbed her tender stomach. Some bruises were starting to form on the ninjette's belly and cleavage. "It's a good one... I promise."

"Don't bother," Zhang sighed, stepping up to her and whipping a spin kick at Katsumi's head. She threw up her arms to block the attack, but even that knocked her back down into the sand. They were both gifted and well-trained martial artists, but Zhang had the size advantage. Katsumi's speed was an asset, but she was most concerned with Zhang's chest. Bigger girls than Katsumi tended to be softer in exchange for their size, but Zhang was not only bustier, but every bit as firm as the Japanese girl. It was a first, and having fought with supervillains and demigoddesses, she had to admit, she seemed like her most worthy opponent yet.

"I got to hand it to you, you're good," Katsumi huffed, standing up again but looking out of breath. She shifted her feet in the sand to take up a stance again, but more weak and loose than before.

"It's because I take these things seriously," Zhang replied dryly. When any fight could be life or death, you must give your opponent the respect of the level of strength they deserve."

"Yea, thanks for kicking my ass, then," Katsumi smirked a bit. She slid her sandals through the sand and swept her hands out in a fluid motion. "Believe me, I get where you're coming from. But if I can't find some fun in a fight and every little moment I'm alive, what's the point, you know?"

The wind started to pick up, blowing some loose sand across their feet. Zhang felt it was suitable appropriate for the dramatic moment. For all her silliness, the ninja was truly the hardest fight she'd had in awhile. Her breasts and ribs ached from their beating, and she had to crack her neck in the moment to ease up the pressure. She was ready to strike at any aggressive movement from the ninja, catching her breath herself for a clearer head.

Katsumi stayed on her long, slow movements, nothing nearly quick or hard enough Zhang to worry about. After nearly half a minute, though, she caught sight of something that most would have completely overlooked. Katsumi's hand shifted just as the wind changed direction, as if palming and moving it with her hands. Zhang recalled one of her masters showing her a technique like this in her temple to exemplify how chi moved through the body.

Zhang suddenly leapt into action, charging Katsumi in an attempt to interrupt her. She was just within ten feet of her when the ninja pulled her hips back and thrust her whole body forward, palm extended. With them, the wind roared to life, blasting Zhang completely off her feet. She landed with her feet digging into the sand to brace herself, but Katsumi kept whipping her arms to launch the wind at the Chinese woman over and over. Just when Zhang thought she was steadying herself, the wind started to tear at her clothes. At first it just whipped around her hair and the skirt of her dress, but then it began to rip off whole chunks of fabric. Zhang's humiliation and panic took over, and she was blasted off her feet again by the hurricane of a sandstorm with a feminine wail. The last of her thong was shredded off her, turning her body into a naked projectile.

Zhang finally opened her eyes to find herself tangled in the clotheslines, which had bunched together in the storm to look like a drunken spider's web. Any slight movement was difficult for Zhang, between her exhaustion and the binding chords.

"Sorry, but I don't like to use that one too often," Katsumi said from behind her. "It makes things a bit too easy."

Zhang tried to whip around to face her, but Katsumi pressed her thumb into the nerves of her neck. Zhang gasped just before the ninja gave several rapid jabs of her fingers, attacking the pressure points around her hips and thighs in particular. Katsumi finally ended it by grabbing and tweaking both of Zhang's nipples, drawing a high-pitched scream from the martial artist. The shocking sense was as much pleasure as it was pain. It was as if...

"Three times," Katsumi said calmly as the weary ninja stepped in front of her tangled foe. "That technique should have your sense of touch three times more sensitive than usual."

Zhang's breathing picked up as her eyes widened in panic. She was familiar with her body's limits and capabilities, and what Katsumi had said felt true. Zhang took a deep breath and tried to brace herself for the pain that was to come.

Instead, Katsumi kissed her full on the mouth, sliding her tongue into her mouth. Zhang let out a husky groan, eyes closing as her lips parted into a half kiss, half gaping expression of overwhelmed awe. The simple (if passionate) kiss had her body feeling warm and wet already. Katsumi's hands went roaming up Zhang's sides before taking as much of Zhang's chest as they could hold, squeezing and kneading the big firm flesh. The stoic bounty hunter let out a loud, needy moan at her touch, and her nipples hard as horseshoes in an instant.

"Easy, girl," Katsumi teased softly, pressing her finger against Zhang's stiff nipples to tip them around like little joysticks. "Lots more where that came from." She rubbed a hand down Zhang's toned stomach and she shivered like she could cum just from that. By the time Katsumi touched her pussy, the Chinese fighter gave a throaty howl of delight. Katsumi rubbed over it gently, barely brushing against Zhang's clit and leaving her panting like a dog in heat... but she didn't let her orgasm.

Katsumi took her time exploring Zhang from every angle she could put her in. The ninja would pull or twist the strands of clothesline to expertly bend or twist the captive Chinese woman around as she pleased. She started by pulling two of them apart, the leverage forcing Zhang to lay flat on her back (if still in midair). It also pulled Zhang's legs apart so that the acrobatic fighter was spread eagle in front of her. Katsumi walked right past her naked and parted pusy to lightly kiss and nibble her way up her stomach. With her lips finally wrapped around and sucking on one of Zhang-Oh's nipples, Katsumi pulled on another chord to tense and make it slip into Zhang's pussy.

Zhang let out a long moan as her hardened clit was squashed against her inner folds by the rope, a constant reminder of its heightened sensitivity but not enough to let her release. "You can't blame me for being curious," Katsumi insisted as she ran a hand over one of Zhang's outstretched, muscular thighs. "A body like that fighting like that, I've got to get a good look at that."

Katsumi gave another tug of the chords, puppeting Zhang's legs around in the network of clotheslines until her ankles were pulled up behind her head. The once stone-faced martial artist was now panting desperately, unable to find any words through her cloud of lust apart from grunts and moans. Katsumi leaned over her to kiss her again, letting her fingers roam down Zhang's body until rubbing just around the Chinese fighter's womanhood. Zhang's hips twisted and thrust what little they could, just for her to realize that Katsumi was intentionally touching everywhere but her most sensitive erogenous zone. She was keeping her from orgasming on purpose!

"Oh, I know that look. You figured it out, huh?" Katsumi smiled at her as she lightly pinched one of Zhang's pussy lips, getting another pulse of pleasure that couldn't quite allow Zhang to finish. "I mean, what's the point in playing around if it's going to end that quickly? What if our fight had been one punch long. That would just be boring, right?" Katsumi went on as she twisted the chords to make Zhang flip over backward, leaving her hips up in the air and legs parted to expose both her ass and pussy spread in front of the ninja. Katsumi helped herself to some deep, probing licks of each, giving curious and hungry little hums and sighs while Zhang gave more and more labored cries, helplessly struggling against her bonds.

Zhang was blindly eaten out by the victorious ninja before she stepped back around in front of her. "You were a LOT of fun, so I'm going to leave you with a little something," Katsumi praised the sweating, panting woman. Zhang was so aroused and such a horny mess that tears were starting to form in her eyes and she drooled onto the sand. Her clit was hard enough that it poked out from between her puffy pussy lips. She could still feel Katsumi's saliva running down most of her body, especially around her ass and twat.

Katsumi produced a small stone from somewhere in her cleavage, holding it up for Zhang to see the rune etched into its front. "This is how I got here: time magic from my clan. So if you ever get it into you to have a rematch, I'm going to leave one with you. Just touch the mark and it will take you to my island in my time. I'll fight you anytime you want... heck, even if you just want to fool around again, I'd love to have a Chinese cutie like you in my bed." She giggled before she kissed the overwhelmed Zhang deeply, forcing her to taste her own pussy juices off of Katsumi's tongue.

When she finally parted lips, she gave one more tug on the ropes for good measure. It spun Zhang around to raise her legs again, almost folding her in half so that the flexible martial artist could stare at her own hot, swollen pussy right in front of her face. With that, the portal burst back open, Katsumi tossing the stone to where Zhang's feet would have been if they were on the ground and vanishing through it. A large bag was tossed out of the portal a second later before it shut once and for all.

Zhang's sisters would finally return when they heard the commotion come to a halt. They quickly untied Zhang and saw to her injuries, though Zhang was more humiliated and exhausted than truly hurt. She still took the time to recover, going through the bag that Katsumi had tossed back through the portal. It was full of what were clearly sex toys, if futuristic ones that ran on batteries and complex machinery Zhang had never seen.

Zhang rested herself back into fighting shape, making the decision that she needed to have this rematch. She would have to train harder than ever, though she knew that she wouldn't be able to do that on her own. All the strongest masters were still back in China, so she'd simply need a strong sparring partner. Her sisters were nowhere near as strong as she needed, but she had heard some of what happened between Valentina and Katsumi, and how the portal had awakened her old self in her. Zhang approached their humbled maid when she was back to her old self.

"I know you're still in there," Zhang told her, the skimpily dressed woman biting her lip nervously as she quaked at the sight of her former opponent. "And I think I know some techniques that will help bring it out of you. You were the strongest woman I have met before these last few days, and I can make you into that again. Stronger, even, if you cooperate. BUT..." Zhang raised a warning finger, enough to make Valentina wince. "If you should ever raise those hands against me or mine, armed or not, I will leave you wishing your mind and body incapable of being anything but a cheap whore chained to the side of an outhouse."

Valentina weighed her options for most of a minute. It was either remain the Chinese fighter's servant, or face her again as an equal for the sake of her training. At least one had a shred of dignity to it. Valentina nodded carefully. "If all I have to gain is my power, I accept. But... how can you awaken it? With the portal again?"

"No. I don't know how many times it will work, and I'm... not ready for her yet. The training and your awakening come first, and they should work all in one stroke. As well as making sure you do not double cross me." Zhang picked up Valentina, tossing her over one shoulder. The maid squeaked as her dominant mistress marched into her bedroom. "Please do not disturb us," Zhang told one of her sisters, who nodded. It wasn't uncommon for her to use her room for meditation or the like. This time, though, Zhang grabbed Katsumi's sack of sex toys and locked the door behind them.

Business went on as usual at the laundry. The sisters were capable of running the business with or without Zhang, what with her travels and bounty hunting. Visitors and passerby would comment on the noises coming from the house part of the property; moans and screams and thuds of a woman. The sisters assured them it was normal to them by now, and it was just their eldest sister hard at work.


In the meantime, Zhang experimented with every sexual, dominant trick she could muster on Valentina. The woman was constantly being reduced to tears and orgasms for days, with Zhang heartlessly and firmly putting her through more and more.

"Stop! Please! I've had enough!" Valentina wailed. The length of rope was wrapped like a lasso around each of her tits, the only thing holding her up. Zhang walked around the bedroom, using it like a leash to drag her along. Whenever Valentina would get her legs under her, Zhang would pull hard enough to trip her and force her to fall back to the floor.

"You think that's enough?" Zhang demanded calmly. "The woman I remembered could take this for twice as long as this... so we'll be going ten times longer instead."

"Please, no!"

"And she certainly didn't beg..."

After Zhang had fulfilled that threat, Valentina had been dragged by her breasts for over an hour. Zhang finally let go of the rope to let her curl up and whimper, rubbing her bruised and swollen tits. "Focus around your pain, not on it," Zhang instructed as she went to a steel hook that had been stuck into the ceiling. She looped another rope through the hook before she tied it to the end of Valentina's "breast leash." Valentina didn't have time or the spare breath to ask what it was before Zhang pulled on the rope, forcing the former outlaw to hang by her tits from the ceiling.

Valentina screamed like a mad woman, kicking and flailing instinctively to try to get herself down. Zhang just smacked her on the ass before fetching a multi-headed leather whip. "Remember every punishment I give you here, bitch. And remember what I did to you before I made you my servant. Remember that I will do far worse if you turn on me this time." Valentina could only gasp and sob as her breasts ballooned up bigger than ever in the ropes, feeling their muscles painfully stretched and tightened right before Zhang started to crack the whip across her back and ass.

Valentina found herself dropped in front of the mirror. It was a full-sized one, letting her see her beaten but beautiful body in full, even if she was on her hands and knees in this position.

"What do you see?" Zhang demanded as she started to work with several clips and straps.

"My poor tits," Valentina moaned, carefully touched the swollen and bruised orbs.

"Ego," Zhang huffed. "Vanity. No place for them in a fight. Confidence. Courage. That you will need. And of course, endurance." Valentina saw Zhang step into view behind her, wearing a large, smooth strapon around her hips. Valentina gawked at it as Zhang dropped to her knees and shoved it impatiently into her pussy. Valentina moaned, her sensitive breasts being tormented making her snatch open and tender. It quickly yielded to Zhang's penetration, Valentina wailing like a whore into the mirror. She saw her own gaping expression, and looking up to Zhang for mercy, she saw her glaring down into the mirror as well, eyes fixed on Valentina's. She stared back like the hypnotized prey of some sexual serpent the entire time.

Eventually, the strapon was stuck to the wall in front of Valentina. It was adjusted to be at eye level, since she was mounted on top of a long triangle-shaped platform that Zhang had found was called a "sybian." Its angular peak went right up Valentina's pussy without truly hurting, but being steadily uncomfortable as it pressed her overworked clit.

"Open," Zhang ordered, and Valentina's mouth popped open wide. Zhang sat behind her and started to push her back and pull her hair, working her back and forth. It not only ground her pussy over the sharp edge, but it stuffed the strapon in and out of her mouth, deep enough to make her gag on the taste of her own pussy. No matter how she gasped and choked, or how hard she orgasmed, Zhang kept on pushing her back and forth.

"No... no more..." Valentina pleaded weakly. She had cum more than a dozen times in just their first day of training, and now Zhang was coming at her again. She raised her hands in a cowering defense, but Zhang maneuvered around them and whipped her shoulders. The now topless martial artist slapped Valentina loudly across the face with nothing but her breasts, proceeding to beat her around the room without even using her hands.

"You remember these tits, don't you?" Zhang hissed bitterly. "You remember trying to defeat them? And how badly they beat you before?" She pummeled the poor bandit's head side to side before they uppercutted her in the face, knocking her flat on her back. Zhang knelt and shouldered her legs aside, spreading Valentina out before she thrust a breast into her pussy in a hammer blow, the hard nipple pressing into and then crushing Valentina's clit until she howled in agony.


Valentina had been tossed over Zhang's knee, the Chinese fighter spanking her ass rapidly until both cheeks were a bright red. "Stoooop! I can't take it! I don't want it anymore!" Valentina wailed like a scared child. "It's not worth it! I don't want the power anymore!"

Zhang flipped her over onto her back, still laid across her knees on the bed. Valentina panted and rubbed her butt, glad to know the punishment had stopped. "It's not your decision anymore, little girl," Zhang said sharply. She resumed the spanking again, though this with smacking down on Valentina's tits with palm strikes that kept flattening and jiggling her tits. It eventually reached a point where Valentina was so overwhelmed by the pain that she wondered why Zhang's arms weren't tired from smacking her so hard and so rapidly.


On the third day, Valentina whimpered as Zhang lifted the outlaws legs up and back until they were wrapped around either side of her head. Zhang forced her into a position so that the Chinese woman's pussy sat on top of Valentina's, practically rolling the bandit into a ball with her own pussy in her face. Zhang started to flex her hips to hump Valentina's pussy into her own face, forcing her to eat herself out. At this point her mind was so overwhelmed by pain and lust that it felt only natural for her to do so.

After a few hours of that, Zhang produced an elaborate gag from the sack of toys. The one side resembled a normal ball gag, but the outer part was shaped like a large vibrator that stuck out of her mouth. Zhang repeated the process from her last humiliating task, though this time with Valentina literally fucking herself with the long mouthpiece digging deep inside herself.

Finally, Zhang had Valentina hog-tied on the bed, her still sore ass up in the air and a vibrator stuck inside her pussy. Zhang watched her patiently, standing in front of Valentina and rubbing herself so that the captive woman had no choice but to have screaming orgasms while watching the Chinese beauty.

"Have you had enough?" Zhang asked at last. Valentian nodded rapidly as if she had been waiting for that to be asked for days now. "Then you have one last task. Do you find my beautiful?"

Valentina barely hesitated before she nodded desperately again. "You are!" she blurted.

Zhang walked around her to switch off the vibrator, leaving it stuck motionless inside her. "Then you have one final task to do... cum for me." Valentina wriggled a bit, just for Zhang to step back in front of her.

"I... I can't move," Valentina mewled weakly.

"You can flex. I'm sure that pussy has been working out these three days for something, after all. You are surrounded by the smell of sex and have your beautiful mistress in front of you. Are you telling me you're not able to do it again?" Valentina twitched and flexed a bit experimentally before at last she realized the arduous task put before her. She would have to flex her groin muscles enough to draw the vibrator in and out of herself, fucking herself with no hands or mouth to help her. It would take her hours of desperate thrusting and tensing of her hips and pussy to finally reach her ultimate goal.

By the end of her training, Valentina was a mess. She was barely conscious, bruised and sore all over and caked in sweat, cum and drool. She was collapsed on the floor, mumbling witlessly when Zhang stepped in front of her again. She had returned with a warm bowl of oatmeal that Valentina could smell from down on the ground in the sex-soaked room.

"I will stop. I will let you rest and eat," Zhang offered. "IF... you vow your life to me and my sisters. That will become stronger than you ever were before, and that you will use that strength to make me even stronger in turn. Are you willing, my servant? Are you done being my punching bag and ready to become my sparring partner?"

Valentina could barely focus her eyes enough to look up at her, nodding with a dumb, gawking expression on her face. Zhang finally set the bowl in front of the dumbfounded, mumbling Valentina, who dug into the bowl like a starving dog as she ate from it face-first without bothering to use her hands. Zhang stroked the hair back from Valentina’s sweaty face before she pet across the beaten and broken woman’s hair and back like an obedient pet.

The next day, Valentina was fed and rested, if still somewhat aching. She went with Zhang-Oh behind the house, wearing a beat up old Chinese dress that she tugged at awkwardly now and then. "Nevermind the clothes," Zhang insisted, taking up a ready fighting stance against her reinvigorated old enemy. "Let's begin."


A few months of this went on until Zhang presented Valentina with something of a graduation gift. The former outlaw chuckled and took back a set of clothes just like her old ones; the stockings, the black dress and coat, and broad black hat along with her heels. She tried them all on in front of her mistress before slipping the case of throwing knives into their place up her sleeves and around her thigh. Zhang had offered her a set of guns, which Valentina begrudgingly took; she didn't imagine she'd need them, and they weren't as stylish as the ones she'd had with the heart-shaped barrels.

"Never thought I'd be wearing these again." Valentina noted as they stepped out of the house together. "And I never thought it would be serving under somebody else. NEVER thought it would be fighting beside you."

"I'm sure that you Americans have a saying about strange bedfellows," Zhang replied, her own body feeling firmer and stronger than ever after their intense training.

"Yea: the strange ones pay extra," Valentina smirked. "You got your rock thing ready, sensei?"

"All ready to go," Zhang said as she touched the rune.

Zhang-Oh X - Payback's A Bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"AHHHH!"

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

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

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

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

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

"AHHH! The hideout!"

"Where?"

CRACK!

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

CRACK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, mistress?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yes, ma'am?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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