longer commission coming
down the pipe, but figured I'd post the first half. into part two now on
the writing end, so look forward to that. one of my bigger and more
epic works, so brace for it
Lately, we've been working on gutting this old movie studio that my company bought out; cataloguing what they have and had, what was useful and what was garbage. The place was old and unused, having gone out of business a while ago, so there was a lot of dusty film equipment and costumes and things to go through. Fortunately, I got one of the easier jobs; I was sent a bunch of film reels every day, being one of the few who knew how to operate the reels, and went through and catalogued what all of them contained. If it was anything new, I'd watch it through and write up what they were about and if they seemed like they had any value, or if they were all just the equivalent of "blooper reels" from old movies. I couldn't believe what I found on one of them.
It was an old unreleased Spaghetti Western, with some kung fu action and race exploitation thrown in there (or maybe just the spirit of the times making it all feel that way). Our organization pulled together some big league film historians and Hollywood editors, and they put it back together in some presentable shape. I got to watch one of their test screenings as the one who notified them of it, and it was even better to witness. “An anti-heroine from the Orient who goes on a quest to avenge her sisters' savage beating by wild outlaw women,” they called it. Here's what we have so far.
The three women burst into the building. They each carried a few hefty bags from the bank they'd just picked clean (clearly labeled as such by the big dollar signs on the bulging sacks). They scoured the front room of the laundromat. and their dark-haired leader flashed her hand at the racks behind the counter. "New clothes. Move it," she ordered.
The busty and Spanish woman pushed ahead behind the counter, the darker-skinned bandit shoving away the two Chinese women working there. "Borrowing these, putas," she snapped, grabbed a set of pants and a few shirts off the hangers, holding them up to her full bosom one after another trying to find one that would fit.
A women stepped forward to stop her, one of the two sisters that owned the laundromat. She grabbed the pants and tried to pull them away. "Those are customer's!" she insisted in her struggling English. "They don't belong to you!"
The brunette let go of the pants, but only so she could punch the offending sister in the face. The solid blow sent her down hard, but the aggressive bandit didn't let that stop her from kicking the downed woman a few times in the belly while she was on the floor. "You don't fuck with me, squinty!" she growled at her derisively. "You ain't HALF as bad as ONE of us!"
"In fact, BOTH of you aren't," noted their black-haired leader, stepping forward with the other sister. She'd attempted to jump the girls, only for the woman's snakelike reflexes to catch and twist her arm behind her back, which she used to lead her over to her sister. She shoved her over to her Spanish partner as the brunette came out in a frilly dress, reminding one of a delicate Southern belle with all the lace on it.
The chesty brunette smiled at the downed woman, lifting her up by the hair. "Aww, don't be so hard on the little foreigners," she cooed mockingly, suddenly grabbing and tearing a large hole in the front of the Asian sister's dress, exposing her rather modest breasts to her busty companions. "She's just jealous because she hasn't got any bosom of her own!" she cackled at the blushing shop-owner.
The brunette took her current captive by the chin, using her fingers to grab and spread the Chinese woman's eyelids wider as if a mockery of the Caucasian norm. "You see these?" she asked derisively, aiming her head to face the white woman’s giant chest, which jiggled with her every movement. "That's what tits are supposed to be like. Not like some teenage boy, ya dumb China doll!"
"Speaking of which," their raven-haired leader mentioned, stepping back into view. She held a white Chinese-style dress, stylish and with some slits down the sides just below the hips. "This is some fine tailoring. Makes me wonder what customer ordered this piece of work, because you're all clearly to small to fill this out." She pushed testingly at the chest of the dress, and even with the diamond-shaped panel in the cleavage line, there was no way it would fit on either of the sisters without sagging well beyond their chest.
"Maybe they're just shitty at their job, like they are at fightin'," the bandita snickered, yanking on her captive's hair to hold her steady as she started to strip her as well.
"Well either way, it's not exactly my size, but I can make it work," their boss decided, taking hold of the chest-mounted hole and tearing it open, splitting much of the top of the dress in a crude opening. Both of the Chinese sisters gasped and pleaded desperately for them to stop, but their leader ignored them as the Spanish bandit kicked the floored woman in the chin with her boot, putting her out cold and naked on the floor.
"Enjoy the view, chica," she chuckled at her own hostage, yanking down her panties to bare her as well before she shoved her face into her brunette nd comrade's cleavage. "Bet your slanty eyes can see them now!" she cackled as the woman struggled, but the brunette helped hug her into place and smothered her out, leaving her to pass out beside her sister.
The leader fixed her dress a bit more, her bust overflowing the top a bit. But she made it still look good, if tastefully slutty. "Come on. Get your pants on, Maria. We've wasted enough time playing with your toys."
Maria complied and yanked on her new disguise, leaving their leader to tie the owners back to back. Fully dressed, they stashed their old clothes and their loot into some spare bags, loaded them up among a few pieces of empty luggage, and slipped out
of town unnoticed, laughing all the way.
Back at the laundromat, the third sister came to visit the laundromat and check on her sisters that afternoon. Finding her siblings bound and naked, they conversed quickly in Chinese as she untied them. Even to the English-speaking listener, their point was clear. Their distress about the looting and beating they suffered, still sporting bruises on their naked bodies. She frowned and helped them tend to their injuries and got them dressed before they mournfully indicated the missing dress. The one that was meant for their sister, much like her own except it had been white compared to her black one. She told them not to worry, and as suddenly as she'd arrived, she was gone again.
As the woman climbed up onto her ride, no noble stallion but a simple mule. It was the audience's first good look at her as she took her time mounting up, calm and confident and with just a hint of practiced grace. She saddled up in a silky dress, black as already mentioned, but with red embroidering that patterned long dragons along some of the seams around her slim but curvy figure. Like with the white dress, her shockingly large chest (especially when compared to her lean sisters) was visible through a diamond-shaped opening in attire, and it jiggled with each major movement of her body.
Her dark black hair, long and silky as her dress, was tucked under a wide straw hat in traditional Chinese style. Her dark brown eyes gleamed when the sun caught them through its protective shade. She wore a poncho, though one of tasteful silk rather than the overrated blanket a normal Western hero might wear. As she headed off into the sunset in the same direction as the other women, the title flashed across the screen: "Zhang Oh."
Going by what her sisters had told her, Zhang Oh started her search the next town over. The woman was vicious and far from subtle, so Zhang O had no real trouble finding out who she was. A few questions at the local sheriff's office landed her a wanted poster. The sadistic gunwoman was infamous enough to have built up quite a bounty from a number of saloon brawls, major and petty thefts, and highway robberies.
Maria the Desperada
Age: 25
Height: 5'7''
Bust: F
Bounty price: $1000
Zhang had asked around politely enough to find that she'd passed through recently, but no one knew where she'd gone to. But she HAD been talking with a number of other unsavory women at the local bar. As the women left the tavern (a foursome of local thugs by all Zhang had heard), they took a shortcut down an alley between the buildings. They looked up to see the Chinese wanderer in their way, blocking the narrow alley.
Zhan Oh tipped her straw hat to them. "Nihao. I understand that you have some connection to 'The Desperada.' I was hoping you could help me with finding her."
The women looked to eachother, suspicious of anyone looking for Maria since they were normally lawmen or bounty hunters. Not that Maria didn't dispatch those that came after her, but why start the trouble?
"Get lost, China girl," snapped one of the women, clad in a trashy dress that had helped her bum her drinks off gullible men in the bar.
"Get lost, China girl," snapped one of the women, clad in a trashy dress that had helped her bum her drinks off gullible men in the bar.
"Yea! I hear the whorehouse is looking for some exotic pieces of ass, so gotake look!" one of her companions agreed.
"I'm not looking for work. I'm looking for Maria," Zhang insisted plainly. "And with you being my only lead, I'm going to find her one way or the other. I'm willing to reason..."
"Reason this, bitch," the drunkest of the floozies snapped, brandishing a small knife hidden in the cuff of one of her gloves. She darted forward and took a clumsy stab at Zhang, but she didn't even have to move her feet to lean her body out of the way. She didn't even have to raise her hands from her silk poncho, as she spun quickly and kicked the knife from her hands. The woman looked dumbfounded for a moment, as Zhang's foot didn't even touch back down. Her strong leg muscles, exposed through the slits of her dress, stopped in midair and snapped right back, smacking the woman across the face and dropping her to the sandy ground.
The other two paused a moment, then they both charged her together. Although Zhang bothered to raise her hands for them, it seemed to take her about as much effort. She easily blocked and deflected one woman and her attempt at a punch, letting her face the other busty ruffian head on. Her elbow stopped her attempt to grab Zhang by her hair, a silly move trying to reach under her wide hat. The Asian spun to shove the arm away and then suddenly spiking her palm up into the attacker's tits, making them jiggle and a handful of coins fly out of her cleavage. Zhang's hand flashed through the air, and before they could fall back down she had snatched the coins from the air.
The two women staggered a moment as Zhang's hand vanished under her poncho to pocket the loose change. They both rushed her together this time, but Zhang's leg whipped up and smacked into the side of one's face, rebounding off it her to kick her partner with the back of her slippered foot and bouncing between them once more each. She spun around once more to send a roundhouse that rapidly smacked both women's faces and knocked them to the ground out cold.
The first woman looked up groggily, seeing her comrades go down and hoping she'd go unnoticed. She was not so lucky, as Zhang turned back around and walked over to her, pressing her foot down on her neck. It wasn't strangling her, but it was more than enough to establish the power she had and what she could do to her.
"You were about to tell me where Maria was," Zhang said calmly. The woman grabbed at her foot and tried shoving it off her neck, only to find her immovable at that angle with her strength.
"She went huntin'," she gagged. "Mile or two southeast... by the river."
Zhang left her foot there a moment longer, as if testing the woman's conviction to her claim, then lifted her foot off completely to leave her coughing on the ground as she turned away. Zhang flicked her thumb, flipping one of the stolen coins into the lap of the downed woman. "Wasn't so hard after all, was it?" she asked to no one in particular as she reached the other end of the alley. She untied her mule, loaded with her light saddle bags, but led it along with a gentle tug of its reins rather than riding it. The last of her opponents watched her in befuddlement as she proceeded to walk off into the horizon, apparently intent on walking the entire way there.
Maria was at one of the more wooded parts of the West, camped out near a river for some hunting when the animals came by for a drink. Maria had soft brown skin that made her Latin heritage clear, younger than many of her fellow bandits but no less deadly. When her mouth wasn't spouting profanities and thickly-accented insults, it had a cigar stuck between her teeth. A gray vest was over her chest, resembling the generic cowgirl's top with nothing underneath, pulled tight around her bountiful brown bosom. A long brown skirt hung around her shapely hips and big round bottom, outlined by the belt full of bullets wrapped around her waist. Resting on her lap was her trusty Brown Bess, an old Civil War rifle she’d taken off an Englishman.
At last a hare came down to drink. Maria smiled, rolling the cigar in her mouth and raising her rifle. She steadied her aim a moment, but a splash in the river startled it. The critter sprinted away a split second later when a stone landed near it, skipped across the river. The hare had clearly noticed with its keen senses, but Maria caught on as well as she looked up, a sour expression aimed at the thrower of the stone. Zhang Ou, of course, stood on the other side, unmoving when the Latina's rifle aimed at her.
"The fuck you doing here, Chinaman?" she growled around her cigar, keeping her weapon steady.
Zhang removed her hat, shaking out her dark, silky hair. "I'm sorry, but I'm a woman. And I've been looking for you."
Maria gave a derisive scoff. "All of you look the same to me. Especially you titless women. But you're not taking me in, puta," she threatened.
"Why shoot me, then?" Zhang said calmly, walking a few paces forward towards the river. "You're a dangerous woman, Bandita. Are you so afraid of me that you need that gun, which will scare off all your prey when you fire on me?"
Maria weighed the question thoughtfully, though it was more of her stubborn mind working slowly rather than considering many options.
"Save the bullets, fight me woman to woman, and catch more defenseless animals for their hides and meat. Or end a simple foreigner's life now and catch nothing all day." Zhang raised her thin eyebrows invitingly between the iron sight of Maria's rifle before it was slowly lowered and set aside.
"You're a weird one to want the slow way to to get your ass killed, chica," Maria smirked as she took out and snuffed her cigar on a nearby rock. The lovely Asian smiled as she complied, daintily rolling a toothpick between her lips as she gave a light tug at her donkey's reins. It trotted a short way upstream before settling in to drink, the poncho-clad martial artist stepping up to meet Maria with only the narrow path of water between them.
Zhang quietly sized her up as they approached, but Maria couldn't seem to find any reason to shut her mouth. "Scared yet? Haven't you heard how many bitches like you I've killed? How many chinks? And that's the one the marshalls know about. I'm a bad senorita, chica, and you made a big mistake thinking you can get the bounty from THIS sweet ass." Maria placed a hand meaningfully on her hip as Zhang finished chewing her toothpick and spit it into the river to let it flow out of sight.
"Are you done?" she asked, uninterested. Maria's temper flared up fast, and she backhanded Zhang across the face. Her head whipped briefly to one side, but when Maria tried to follow up with a sucker punch to her stomach, she swung her hand in the way and blocked the second strike.
"Fast little shit," Maria admitted before she swung her elbow up for Zhang Ou's head. Zhang ducked under it quickly, her hair flashing after her head like a comet tail. Maria shifted and grabbed for her hair, but Zhang whipped her body in the opposite direction. Her long locks whipped like a snake from her grip, and Zhang grabbed her by the wrist and squeezed, pressing her thumb into the muscles beneath her hand. Maria grunted and winced as the shock of pain went through her arm, freezing for a moment before she grabbed at Zhang's collar. She swung to one side, trying to throw the vengeful Asian into the mud and water, but she contorted and landed safely on the other side flat on her feet, twisting herself so that a quick crack came from Maria's shoulder.
Nothing was broken, but the sudden twist didn't feel any good, and she gave a quick cry of pain as Zhang kept her hold on the twisted arm, rising back upright and throwing several quick kicks up into Maria's breast. She huffed with each sharp snap kick, knocking the wind from her and making her exposed cleavage wobble with each hit.
"It's been some time since I've had such a talented practice dummy," Zhang noted with a wry smile. Maria growled and threw a wild kick at Zhang's legs, but she leapt over the kick and moved back, releasing her arm at last.
"The hell you after, bitch?" Maria hissed, starting to question how easily she could dispatch this woman... if she could at all. "This all for the bounty?"
"This is revenge."
Maria looked at her suspiciously for a moment. "You... are you one of those skanks from the laundromat?"
"Those were my sisters you humiliated," Zhang corrected calmly.
"Ha! Right! You do all look al-HKK!" Zhang's hand shot out fingers first, jabbing into Maria's throat and making her choke noisily as her words were cut off along with her air flow.
"Don't say it," Zhang said, still even-toned. Maria swung a few desperate fists at her opponent, but Zhang's hands moved like lightning, deflecting or just plain stopping every swing she made. Realizing that, Maria changed tactics and swung a boot up between Zhang's legs. It stopped abruptly, but not as high as she'd hoped. Zhang's strong thighs closed around her foot, trapping it just short of her groin and dropping suddenly while shoving her palm into Maria's knee, bending the limb sharply out of shape as the Latina gave a sharp cry of pain, clutching her knee as Zhang bounced right back to her feet.
"It's time you paid for what you've done to my family," Zhang warned ominously. One could easily note how she never made any mention of her crimes, or the bounty, or the people she'd claimed to have murdered or robbed. It was strictly personal reasons that Zhang had come after her; no white knight or act of heroic duty, just personal revenge.
"Fuck off, China cunt," Maria snarled, suddenly rushing and crashing her body into Zhang's as she rose to her feet. Zhang's hands went up and blocks her arms, but Maria locked her hands with hers and barreled her chest into hers in a brash charge, leaving their breasts to collide together. She was hoping to force her back with her much bigger chest, buying her some time and space to regroup, or maybe get to her gun. She was surprised to find that Zhang still barely budged, the slighter woman's silken shoes sliding an inch or so over the dirt and grass before they stopped.
Maria gave a sharp twist of her grip, only resulting in her knocking aside Zhang's poncho... and finding her huge jiggling breasts hiding underneath. They weren't quite as big as her own, but they still jiggled and danced with almost no provocation, and were easily several handfuls of flesh bigger than her sisters (or any Asian woman she'd seen before). Maria found herself gawking when Zhang suddenly pressed her upper body forward, slamming her shoulder into Maria's before her chest muscles slapped into hers and sent the Latina stumbling back until her boots splashed in the water.
Maria looked her over, a bit red in the face at her exhaustion and embarrassment. "Mine's bigger," she huffed wearily.
"Don't care," Zhang quipped back dismissively. Maria took another swing at her, but the Chinese fighter easily slipped her head aside from the punch. Zhang rammed her bust into Maria's again. Maria gave a grunt at the impact, shocking her tender breasts and ribs, but Zhang pinned her hands to her side and hugged her tightly. It kept them locked together, just an inch at most between them in the hug, and Zhang rapidly shifting and flexing her shoulders to keep shoving her chest into Maria's. They hit like boxing gloves, and even when Maria started to wriggle and shove her own chest, hers ached from the impact.
Maria was wincing with each shot to her bigger, firmer breasts, and much like her fighting style, Zhang's softer and more flexible chest jiggled and bent with the impact and absorbed most of the shock, leaving the Asian almost totally straight-faced the whole way through. After a few tit attacks bashed against her bust, Maria was spending more time trying to escape Zhang Oh's bearhug than she was trying to win this battle of the breasts.
"Aughh!" Maria gave out an especially high howl when Zhang shifted her shoulders sharply, slapping her tits like a pair of plump wrecking balls, only to twist the momentum back into an arcing ram into her. It sent Maria stumbling out of the bearhug with the force, falling backward onto her ass in the grass. She rubbed her tits, both of which felt like they had been flattened by the last attack and were still taking their time getting their shape back. She rubbed her breast and coughed out what were clearly a string of Spanish threats and curses.
"I'd ask if you gave up yet," Zhang said rather calmly. "But I'd keep going even if you did." Maria's eyes flashed wide with fear, rushing downstream and drawing a concealed pistol from her top. The squashing of her breasts had made it incredibly uncomfortable to hide that whole time, but she fled and emptied the round at the Chinese woman.
But Zhang Oh was on the move before she started to even aim, as clumsy as she was about it. She took off and the bullets whizzed through where she'd just been, seeming to predict her shots as she closed in again and letting Maria fire ineffectively at the poncho trailing behind her instead. When the hammer clicked back on an empty chamber, Zhang was already on her and in her face. Maria yelped as she turned to find her right in her path, scrambling to stop before she ran right into her.
"You westerners are always so violent," Zhang Oh noted casually. "In China, we learn to harmonize with the animals rather than kill them for sport. Maria desperately swung her gun to pistol whip her, but Zhang's hand shot up and cut her off with her forearm. "Allow me to introduce you to the '5 Animals of Shaolin... Panther!"
Zhang's raised hands arched and then each struck inward, squashing Maria's boobs from each side and almost completely launching the overstuffed melons out of her top. Maria stumbled back breathless from the first strike alone.
"Dragon!" Zhang brought her wrists together, arching her fingers and clamping them together, her sharp and widespread nails biting into the breasts from every direction. The Latina screamed out in pain as the fingers felt like she was actually being bitten by some huge beast.
"Tiger!" Zhang slashed her hands across eachother, and with the strength and speed of the motion, shredded the top clean off Maria's body. The Latina gasped and grabbed for her aching and naked chest, but Zhang continued with her flowing attack.
"Snake!" The Chinese fighter crouched and thrust a hand out, straight and stiff like a spearhead to stab right into Maria's crotch. The bandita let out a shrill squeak as her mouth hung open, holding her groin in one hand and her breasts in the other, left entirely open to her finishing blow.
"CRANE!" Zhang rose back up balancing gracefully on one leg and swinging a kick up into her chin. Maria's head snapped back, stumbling a pace or two in place before she fell forward, seeing stars and landing with her face in Zhang Oh's cleavage. Maria looked up at her dizzily, only to see a cold smile from Zhang before she avenged her sisters' shame, hugging Maria's head and smothering her out in her breasts.
Maria woke up to some slow, steady bouncing motion. She groggily feared the worst, looking around. She realized she was waking up completely nude, though this wasn't anything particularly new to her. She was, however, tossed over the back of a mule. "Ugh... dirty old thing. Itches like fuck," she grumbled, squirming a bit before finding she was tied up tight.
"If you prefer walking, I could let you try that instead." The pieces came back together for Maria, and she turned enough to see Zhang walking beside the mule, both starting back out of the woods together. Zhang wasn't even bothered by the loss of her ride; she'd walked most of her journey anyway, just to strengthen her legs.
Maria spat in the sand in front of her, not able to do much else. "You'll pay for this, puta," she hissed as her accent became especially thick in her punchdrunk anger. "My companeras are going to beat your ass good, and drag your naked little body across the entire West. Then all the fools will see not to mess with Los Tres Bandidas."
Zhang kept walking, barely sparing her a glance as she went on in her threatening rant.
"I don't think you're in much of a position to make threats," she noted. Maria tugged against her ropes briefly, but seeing her captor unphased, she didn't speak up any further for a while. Maria opened her mouth to try something again later, bargaining her way out if she sells out her comrades.
Instead, Zhang shoved the harmonica she found in the Latina's pack, tying it into place. "You talk too much," Zhang advised. "Try playing instead before I find some other use for your mouth." The Asian gave a smack on the mule's rump, cueing it to trot faster ahead of her and the panicked yells of the Latina coming out as muffled music from her harmonica.
When she'd been scouting for Maria, Zhang had already found her lead on the next of her targets.
"Double D" Debbie
Age: 34
Height: 5'8''
Bust: G
Bounty Price: $2000
Debbie had been was an aloof woman who was always eager for more money. She had a cozy living off of her brothel a town over, deeper into the West. It was known as The New Double D Saloon, as Zhang learned that the first had been taken down some time ago. She had rebuilt it over time, particularly with the money she'd gained from working with her fellow criminals. She made a steady living off of owning the brothel, but she still worked with them from time to time to satisfy her boredom and greed.
Zhang arrived with her harmonica accompaniment, eying up the two-story whorehouse. She saw a few girls walking by the windows, and just the look of them confirmed this would be the place to find what her sisters had referred to as "the cow woman" who had smothered them. A small sign by the doors welcomed guests, inviting them to "try the best chests in the west." The way the women were built in the house of ill-repute, Zhang would have thought that they'd forgotten their basic alphabet, considering just how many D's she saw around the floor (or some even bigger).
As Zhang entered the swinging doors, nearly every eye in the room turned to her. Customers, whores, chesty waitresses, dancing girls on the stage; all hesitated at the dusty but lovely Asian at their door. Zhang sized things up a moment before she stepped up to one of the nearest tables, where a young woman sat in a patron's lap. She lightly shoved the girl, a petite but chesty redhead called Bunny, making her stumble back to her feet. Zhang Oh raised a leg, bracing a slippered foot on a neighboring stool to expose some of her strong legs to him, as well as brushing some of her poncho aside and baring her cleavage.
"The best chest in the West..." she purred, shifting her shoulders to steady the poncho, and to jiggle her breasts with the minor motion. "...belongs to a woman from the East. Why don't you meet me outside after?"
The man looked her figure out and down, slim and toned but with the bulging chest not often found on a woman of her foreign origins. The man smiled in dumbstruck delight and stepped outside, Bunny planting her fists on her hips at the rude interruption between her and her customer. She didn't have time to tell the Chinese woman off before her cohort Bambi stepped forward. The busty brunette flashed Zhang a smile, directly aimed at her to show she had her attention and that she did, in fact, have teeth and knew how to use them.
"Can we help you, honey?" she pried, keeping all her venom behind her false politeness.
“I’m looking for Double D Debbie. Send her out to see me,” Zhang spoke plainly.
"Well lookit you!" Barbi chuckled smugly. "Pronounced her name right any everything. Well, things may be different where you come from, but we don't take kindly to runts comin' into our business and stealin' away our customers. And I SURE don't take orders from dirty Chinawomen. So why don't you go back to the laundromat?"
Zhang's hand shot out as quick as a hawk, slapping the menacing Barbi right across the face. She was stunned by the hit, mostly the fact that it happened at all more than the actual damage done. When her mind caught up to the moment, Barbi looked at Zhang furiously and threw a punch for her face. Zhang easily dodged the angry blow and caught her near the armpit, shoving her hip into Barbi's and shoulder tossing her into the table behind her, crushing it beneath her and smashing both to the floor.
Bunny backed away from the collapsing table, but grabbed one of the glasses from the nearby bar and rushed Zhang with it from behind. The Chinese warrior didn't even have to look at the screaming hooker to throw a fist up behind her and clock her right in the nose, dropping her to the floor.
"Now.. who's going to get Debbie for me?" Zhang repeated her demand. Several of the girls rose, a few of them shuffling away from her but more of them standing against her. Zhang paced in a small circle, eying up the women throughout the bar portion of the brothel.
Two busty women rushed her first, head on but coordinated together in a way that told Zhang they were likely sisters, used to taking on their problems (and customers) in such a way. Zhang slid between them like a shadow, avoiding their blows and sending a quick elbow to the side of one bosomy brunette’s head.
"Hilda!" Gretchen gasped at the dull thud against her sister's skull throwing her off balance. Zhang twisted around and threw a reverse kick into Gretchen's over-stuffed chest, her pink flesh jiggling in her bra before she landed in a stool.
Hilda gathered herself and threw another wild swing at Zhang, but she ducked suddenly and let Hilda's fist slam into her sister's face instead of her own belly.
"Nein, Gretchen!" she gasped, just for Zhang to whirl around and throw a high kick into the back of her head, toppling the sisters into eachother and smashing the chair beneath their combined weight.
Megan stepped up next, a black-haired and athletic woman brandishing a riding crop. "I think it's time you learn who's in charge here," she grinned, giving a cracking swing through the air with the tool of her trade as both a dominatrix and an enforcer for Debbie. "Maybe Double D will keep you as an exotic pet for the customers with no taste."
Zhang rolled her eyes and took up a fresh stance facing her. Megan swiped her weapon at her, looking to strike her hands and knock them aside, but Zhang backed up gracefully, hands and feet moving fluidly to avoid her whipping swings. The D-cupped dom raised the crop high to strike down over Zhang's head, but she lunged in too close for the swing to connect and throwing a fist into her belly, just above the waistline of her skirt. Megan fell to her knees, hugging her stomach and dropping the weapon in shock before Zhang brought a knee around to knock against Megan's temple, following through and pinning her to the floor under her knee.
There was a clatter as Samantha knocked some stools out of her way, and the rest of the girls gave her room. The others knew she was the best fighter out of all of them, a boxer's daughter and the most muscular out of all the ladies, without it costing much to her looks. Long honey blonde hair and a set of double-E's helped compliment her otherwise zaftig look, the thick but gorgeous woman smirking as she threw a jab at Zhang. The Chinese fighter dodged around the first shot, then tumbled over the table behind her to avoid a sudden leg sweep.
Sam smiled, having her on the run as Zhang regained her footing beside the bar. The bigger prostitute sent a few more fists at her, Zhang dodging or blocking them until one connected with her jaw. Zhang looked genuinely surprised when Samantha tagged her, sending her a bit off balance as she staggered out of her reach. Zhang wiped the back of her hand along her jaw with an almost thoughtful expression.
"Didn't think a China girl could open her eyes that wide," Sam gloated, keeping her dukes up.
"And I haven't had the chance to face such a capable fighter since I arrived in America," Zhang complimented with a wry smile. Samantha smirked back. "I might even break a sweat with you."
Zhang struck back suddenly, Sam going to block the strike but finding it a feint. She recovered enough to stop the second hand, but it also proved a fakeout as the fingers jabbed into the muscles just under Samantha's breasts, making her jolt and her fists unclench in order to hug her breasts protectively. Sam boxed her ears sharply, getting the bigger woman to squeak in pain. Her hands fumbled from the various disorienting strikes, just for Zhang give two quick slashes of her hands, one tearing the front of her bodice down and another to take her by the hair. Despite her size advantage, Samantha was shocked when Zhang kicked into her ankle and twisted, using her leverage and gravity to throw Samantha up onto the bar top, landing tits first. She grunted briefly, trying to touch her bared chest but not before Zhang grabbed her back and shoved firmly down the bar, creating a drawn out squeaking noise along with Samantha's screaming. Even as the toughest of the girls, nothing had hurt her like this. Her big pillowy jugs slide her right down the bar, crashing through a few bottles before she fell off the end and landed roughly into the spittoon.
When the clatter and assorted groaning women started to quiet down, a voice called down from the second floor. "What's the meaning of all this, now?!"
Debbie knew how to make an entrance, the tall white woman grabbing every eye in the tavern as she came down the stairs. She wore a lacey dress on a bountifully curvy body, but her tits couldn't have demanded more attention if they had been on fire. Perfect double D's, an obvious corset squeezed the softness of her waist and lower body up into making her breasts balloon up even more gloriously. Her long black hair hung neatly back over her shoulders, leaving plenty of room for everyone to stare at her cleavage, the perfectly rounded boobs jiggling massively with every single step she took.
“I’ve come for you, Double D,” Zhang warned, leering up at her. She pointed out the window, where the view allowed Debbie to see Maria tied to the mule, still playing the harmonica with her every breath. “You’ll pay for what you did just like her. So you’re going to end up there by choice, or else…” She flexed one of her strong hands, cracking the knuckles slowly. “We have the hard and painful way.”
Debbie smiled at her wolfishly. "Oh, well I've been known to like things a bit rough," she chuckled smugly. "And Maria always was something of a deviant, but donkeys sound like a bit much to me."
"Mule," Zhang corrected evenly, then smirked slightly at one side of her mouth. "If that makes it any easier.
"I'm afraid not," Debbie smiled back charmingly. "But so long as I'm down here, I can show you out the door myself. Were you thinking of leaving head first or feet? Depends which pathetic excuse for curves you want the crowd to see first, I suppose..."
Zhang acted quickly as Debbie reached for her, suddenly throwing a palm strike into the buxom brunette's face. Debbie seemed to stagger back, but caught herself on her heel and launched herself right back at Zhang with a punch to the jaw in return. Everyone on the brothel floor looked shocked at the exchange of blows; that Zhang had dared to hit the busty madam, and that Debbie was not the overstuffed softy she appeared to be in the face of a possible bounty hunter.
As both women reclaimed their footing, the whorehouse burst into the cheers and insults of the sex workers and their patrons. Debbie grabbed a nearby bar stool, swinging it at Zhang but the Chinese fighter ducked under it swiftly. She threw a rapid pair of punches into Debbie's ribs. "Tits that big are nothing but another blind spot," she taunted as she shifted smoothly behind the chesty brunette.
Debbie surprised her with a reversed kick that thumped into Zhang's knee. It wasn't especially hard at that angle, but it threw off her balance enough to make her fall to one knee. Zhang started to push herself back up, but Debbie spun around to face her, her famous G cups whipping like wrecking balls into her face. Zhang fell to the floor a moment before she tumbled and ended up back upright.
"I know the look of someone who's impressed. I see it a lot," Debbie smirked at her, the crowd laughing a bit at the line. "Ever since that nosey sheriff and her posse took down my last business, I've been training myself for some payback. You're just unlucky enough to find me first."
"If this is you after training, I'd hate to see the shape you were in before, you great cow," Zhang shot back, getting similar laughs from the crowd. Debbie growled and charged her, throwing a punch but Zhang ducking around it and grabbing it by the wrist. She braced herself under the arm and rammed her elbow into Debbie's breast, knocking the wind from the bigger woman. Zhang kept up the attack by rapidly pumping her elbow into her teat like a jackhammer on her flesh.
One bigger swing finally sent Debbie stumbling back, Zhang following her with a high kick to her head. It struck and made the brunette stumble, but she brought up her fist to her side to block a second kick. Zhang withdrew her leg before Debbie could grab hold of it, dropping into a smooth split that rested her crotch on the floor while she sent a punch up into Debbie's mound. She grunted thickly, her corseted chest jiggling overhead as she backed up holding her groin.
Two of the thicker girls suddenly burst forward from the onlookers, seizing Zhang by either arm. She gymnastically threw a kick over her own shoulder, flashing her dark silky panties to the crowd a moment as she knocked silly the redhead of the two. The second girl pulled at her hair, buying time for Debbie to rub some feeling back into her crotch, but Zhang grabbed one arm and the sleeve of her dress, shoulder tossing her so hard that she tore the upper half of the dress clean off her, leaving her in a stunned and mostly naked heap on the floor.
"Need to hide behind your cowardly whores?" Zhang taunted as she faced Debbie. By now she'd reached for her revolver, aiming it at the Chinese terror. Debbie fired at her, Zhang quick to hop back and flip a poker table over to get in her way. The first shots punched through the wood past her as she made herself as small a target as possible, then Zhang flipped rapidly backward towards the wall. Debbie emptied her gun into her, but her wildly moving body made the bullets all whiz past her, the last even flying right between her legs and nearly nicking the dress. Zhang came to a stop near a window, perching nimbly on all fours as she smirked at Debbie. "That's six," she quipped, indicating the shots fired as her eyes met Debbie's again... as well as her leveled shotgun she'd grabbed. Zhang grabbed the windowsill and flipped backward through it as the wall was blasted with buckshot.
The room was eerily quiet as the shotgun blast let its echo fade. There was nothing to indicate Zhang's state outside the window, or whether she was dead or alive. Debbie discarded her emptied guns, not often that she needed more than a shot or two to take care of a troublemaker. Hell, she usually didn't even have to resort to guns, not that she was shy about the act. "Gabriella," she ordered, nodding to her one of her slimmest girls. She was tall with a nice ass and long black hair, but by far the smallest chest as one of the few B cups in the house. "Check on her."
Gabby looked at her warily, but shuffled towards the window. The only noise she could make out was the high humming noise of Maria on the donkey, breathing (or was it shouting) through the harmonica tied into her mouth. Gabriella leaned out the window, and yelped as a set of hands grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of sight.
There was a quick cry of surprise from Gabby, but it was quickly drown out by rapid slapping and striking noises, accompanied by occasional tearing sounds. There was another bout of dead silence. One of the girls shoved the other towards the window to look, but she instantly backed away without even considering it.
Maria's harmonica provided almost the only noise in the entire brothel. Suddenly the doors to the saloon swung open, and the girls all turned in surprise. Zhang did not enter through the doors, but instead there was Gabriella, beaten and bare naked unless you counted the scraps of her clothes used to hogtie her. Some of the girls and onlookers gathered at the swinging doors, seeing Zhang with her mule and her nude and musical hostage.
Zhang placed a hand on her hip, shouting something in Chinese. No one there was clear on what it was, but her point was certainly clear. Anyone who tried to take her down from here on would suffer the same fate.
The women were quiet, shuffling their feet as their hate competed with their fear. Debbie gave them that last extra push as she gave a sharp whistle, the kind usually reserved for those trying to herd cattle or call for dogs. She glared over the room before pointing at the doors, and the women rallied to charge the entrance.
The first pair of women underestimated Zhang's speed, as she was on the door in a flash. She kicked the swinging doors inward, the solid wood slapping into both of their breasts. They grabbed for their chests in pain, Zhang walking past them and reaching casually behind her. The Chinese invader's hands yanked down on the zippers of their dresses hard enough to tear them all the way down to the hips, letting them fall off their entire bodies and the suddenly naked and running screaming into the streets.
One more rushed her, but the martial artist ducked under her swing. The hooker would have kept stumbling past her, but Zhang stepped down on her dress' hem and performed a hard palm strike into her back. The skirt tore off completely and she was sent stumbling into the lap of one of the remaining patrons (here for the show, after all), bare ass up in the air. Zhang flipped a chair into the air with one foot, just to kick it into the belly of another attacker.
Debbie held her ground, but she couldn't help but note the success of her incoming attacker. They'd both realized that they were not going to be taken down so easily.
Kasey lunged at Zhang next, one of the last of her girls. The wide-eyed brunette was more of a singer and dancer at Debbie's, short and cute but nothing too special in a fight. So when Zhang caught her fist and twisted it, Debbie made her move by suddenly grabbing a leftover bottle and smashing it over the Chinese girl's head. She went to one knee, but swung one arm to force Debbie to retreat as she gave a high kick from her position to boot Kasey in the belly. The skinny girl doubled over winded, Zhang rising to yank down on the shoulders of her dress to tangle her up in it around her waist. Her bouncy little C-cups jiggled as she thrashed, Zhang offhandedly shoving her over a chair with a hand to the face. She seemed in no more mood to play with the glass and leftover whiskey making her silky dark hair look even darker.
"You've had your fun," Zhang threatened evenly as she marched towards Debbie. Zhang threw a palm strike her way, Debbie deflecting it with one arm before a second hand chopped into her neck, making Debbie's corseted G-cups jiggle from the indirect impact. She winced and grabbed at the sore spot, then was sent staggering by a pair of quick roundhouse kicks to her face. Debbie suddenly upturned a table to throw the tablecloth at Zhang's face. She swatted it aside, but Debbie was still right behind it to slug Zhang in the belly.
The thinner Asian grunted from the hit, doubling over as Debbie grabbed her hair to keep her that way. "I didn't think a Chinawoman's eyes could get that wide," she snapped through grit teeth, raising her knee into Zhang's smaller but impressive bust. Zhang grunted again, but caught the white woman's ankle on its way down. She twisted it sharply to one side, Debbie shrieking in surprise as she spun out of control sideways. She made several rapid rotations before she landed flat on her bosom, the jiggling making her bounce off the floorboards.
Zhang angrily grabbed the back of her corset, the garment snug enough that she could easily lift Debbie to her feet by it. Zhang threw her by it into a table, Debbie's belly slamming into it before she rolled to one side and landed on her broad hips in a chair. Her eyes rolled a moment before Zhang kicked her right in the middle of her breasts, with no space left between the bulging and puffed up pair. Debbie's weight propelled by the kick pushed the chair over backward, landing flat on her back still in the sitting position. Zhang stomped a foot on one of the chair legs, flipping it back upright with Debbie catapulted up into position again. Zhang was waiting for her with a twisting elbow strike, slamming across her lovely face and leaving Debbie flying to her side on the floor, knocked so silly she couldn't tell where she was any more in regards to her opponent.
Zhang moved in after her, the soft footsteps through the broken wood and glass giving Debbie something to go on. She rose up and threw an uppercut that struck Zhang in the jaw, stunning her enough for a cross to the lovely Asian's breast. The firmer but smaller orb barely wobbled, but Zhang leaned far backward on one leg. The other flew straight upward, flexibly kicking Debbie squarely in the chin.
Debbie was lifted briefly off her feet before toppling onto her ass, barely able to groan in pain before Zhang brought her foot sharply back down, the heel smashing right down on top of her crotch under her lifted skirts. Debbie screamed horrifically, the gravity alone enough to hurt her but the sheer strength in Zhang's tensed leg doubled the pain again. Debbie hurriedly rolled to one side, running desperately for the stairs she'd first come down from. It was far less dignified on the way up, of course, holding her throbbing groin with one hand and helping herself with the railing with the other.
Zhang was even more powerful than she'd considered, and she wasn't one to risk her beautiful skin when she could help it. She glanced back fretfully, finding that Zhang was following her in a slow, confident pace. She shook out the bits of glass and alcohol with a flourish of her long dark hair, drawing attention to the wrecked saloon and multiple unconscious women behind her in various states of undress. It looked like a tornado had torn through the bar, even though Zhang's stoney glare made it clear it had been her doing.
Debbie reached the umbrella stand where she hid her Winchester rifle among, swinging it over the railing and firing down at the advancing assailant. Zhang saw the weapon coming, and a short shift of her feet or bob of her body let the shells fire past her harmlessly. Debbie went to reload again, only to realize that Zhang was already on top of her, throwing a kick to toss the gun aside where it collided with a wall.
Debbie threw a desperate punch for Zhang's head, only to find her already diving out of the way. Her legs lashed upward, wrapping her thighs around the attacking harlot's neck and twisting to slam her head into the ground. Debbie grunted hard as she landed, holding her face as Zhang rolled back, picking up the gun where Debbie had dropped it.
"You're unarmed and powerless," Zhang warned sternly. "Time for you to give up, you overgrown brat." She scowled down at Debbie while she was dizzily on all fours, seeming rattled and beaten. The brunette suddenly rose and charged into her, shoving her tits into Zhang's. The woman's massive bosom overwhelmed the smaller set of Asian breasts, squashing her against the wall behind her and making Zhang drop the rifle to bounce down the stairs beyond both of their reach.
"Those aren't the only guns I have," Debbie hissed, grabbing onto Zhang's wrists and leaving her with nothing to shield her from the hefty, crushing onslaught of her rack. Zhang winced as she was forced up against the wall, unable to get leverage to force her way out as Debbie thrust her chest and hips into her, pounding Zhang repeatedly into the wood and getting pained grunts out of the trapped Asian.
By the time Debbie backed off, Zhang was winded from the pressure on her body. She smirked smugly at her and backhanded the martial artist across the face. Zhang staggered a moment, balling up a fist to strike back but Debbie thrust her body into her again, throwing her off balance as her massive jugs slammed into her, their heft made all the worse with the corset centering their mass into two direct points of attack.
Zhang bounced off another wall, trying to stay up enough to get her balance back behind her attacks. Debbie grabbed her shoulders to steady her a moment, just to knee Zhang in the groin. "Some payback for that fancy kick earlier," she growled at her as Zhang fell to her knees cupping her crotch and her face grimacing in pain. "I'll see how my customers like that kind of flexibility once I've broken you in myself!" She grabbed Zhang by the hair, delivering two loud punches to her face before she swung her shoulders to one side, delivering a third smack to the face with her hefty tits rather than her fists.
Zhang tumbled over clumsily to one side, taking a moment before she could roll back to her feet. She shook some sweaty hair from her face, breathing heavily as she took up a fighting stance again. Debbie smirked at her confidently, puffing up her breast even more as she posed with a hand on her hip to see Zhang cornered between herself and a locked door.
"Nowhere for your fancy moves to take you now, you pan-faced little dancing monkey," Debbie sneered. Zhang stared back at her, but seemed to be somewhere else mentally as she slowly circles her hands, spiraling them as if in the middle of some Tai Chi routine. Debbie gave her a strange look, but decided she'd rather not see whatever Oriental magic she was wielding. She charged towards her, and just before she could lash out Zhang also dove forward, whipping her spiraling arms behind her and pushing off with her properly braced legs to thrust her tits forward. They clashed directly with Debbie's, though unlike before Debbie staggered back, the Asian barely budged from her position. Debbie stumbled a few paces and tried to adjust herself, only to see that one of her breasts had popped entirely out of her corset. Several of the elaborate laces were popped loose from the top, and some of the leather near the top was torn or hanging loose.
"You yellow little shit!" Debbie fumed at her, seeing the corset was damaged beyond repair even as she barely managed to stuff her breast back into her top.
"You hide behind your guns and your pets, and yet you call me yellow?" Zhang grinned, to some laughter below as Debbie realized the crowd was still watching. She charged again, but Zhang was braced and ready for her again. This time she focused on throwing her fist straight into Debbie's breast with the force of what felt like a missile. Debbie was stopped dead in her tracks, but Zhang kept the punches flying, hitting the same spot rapidly like a jackhammer. Each punch sent her thick bosoms rippling like water, the dense flesh combining with the hard punches to strain the corset until its every string and button flew off, baring her breasts to the attacking stranger. She gave small redirections of the punches to strike the other breast, and her free hand slapped away any attempts to block or counter, but Debbie was too stunned with the force and the pain of the blows to do much of that.
The crowd watched as her breasts were pounded into fat, fleshy pancakes over and over, and the men who retold the tale (from being there or by hearsay) always told that part the same; "For the next minute or so, Double D Debbie was officially known as Double A Debbie...."
Zhang finally delivered one finishing punch after about a hundred like it, smacking noisily into Debbie's chest so hard that she flew backward, her corset springing off of her in the process to leave her totally topless, staring up witlessly at the ceiling with her prized chest bruised and pumping with her deep, dreamy breathing.
Zhang gave her a quick kick, sending her tumbling down the stairs while Zhang casually walked back out the front door. The onlookers wondered if she was content with that, but Zhang reached her mule. Maria let out a few more frantic notes through her harmonica gag, Zhang ignoring her and going through what could be mistaken for a bedroll with a stick through it. She unrolled it to prove it a silky container for weapons; the bo staff stuck through it, and a Chinese-styled sword and nunchucks were mounted inside. The crowd muttered, but was pleased to see when Zhang returned for more with her staff in hand.
She grabbed Debbie by the hair and shoved her over, bracing her face against the floor with her big ass up in the air. Zhang casually tore off her skirt and panties, showing her bare cheeks to her. With her properly shamed, Zhang commanded "Tell me where the third one is."
Debbie propped herself up with her arms, shaking her head dizzily. "I... I can't. Even her name... it's secret... YAAAH!"
There was a sharp cracking sound like a tiny explosion as Debbie's ass rippled, struck sharply by the staff in a quick motion. "You crazy chink! Get off me! AAAH!" Zhang whipped her hand back in the other direction, spinning the staff behind her back to smack across her cheeks even harder.
There was a sharp cracking sound like a tiny explosion as Debbie's ass rippled, struck sharply by the staff in a quick motion. "You crazy chink! Get off me! AAAH!" Zhang whipped her hand back in the other direction, spinning the staff behind her back to smack across her cheeks even harder. Debbie tried to bite back a scream from this one, but as soon as her weapon bounced off of one cheek Zhang rode the momentum to strike the other one.
The crowd hooted and cheered, watching the stripped-down madam bent over and her broad hips whipped and smacked around by the Chinese girl's skilled strikes, growing increasingly harsh and acrobatic. It was practically a sideshow as Zhang worked herself up into a flurry of blows, all accompanied by Maria on her harmonica. One of the other girls Zhang had beaten tried crawling past her, only for the martial artist to grab her by the hair. "Up with your mistress, dog," she ordered, pushing the naked and busty woman into the table beside Debbie and giving her bottom a smack of her staff as well.
The cheering men moved in for a better view, cutting off any escape of the already beaten and humiliated girls who'd tried stopping Zhang before. The Chinese woman gradually sized them too, pulling them into place against some chairs or tables to received their own paddling, though Debbie remained the center of her and the crowd's attention.
Debbie couldn't hold back her cries of pain, and finally, Zhang leapt into the air, performing a complete front flip before smashing it down across her ass. Debbie let out a sharp cry and started to sob. "Alright! I'll tell you! Just stop!" she wailed. Zhang rested the stick on her bottom, holding it steady to stop the jiggling.
"Keep talking."
"She's called The Woman With No Name," she whimpered pathetically. "But she's used the name Valentia before on the job."
"And where is she?" Zhang asked, walking around and lifting the staff to push up Debbie's chin to make her face her. Debbie shook her head, her elaborate makeup running down her face with her tears. "No... I can't! Who knows what she'd do to me!?"
Zhang scowled back down at her. "You would be wiser to fear me, the Wrath of the Dragon instead," she threatened loud enough for the saloon to hear. Debbie cowered, but her lips stayed sealed.
"Be that way," Zhang said curtly, walking back towards the exit. Debbie simpered and shivered in her position, ass too sore to stand back upright. She'd hoped the Asian had left, only to see her step back in front of her holding a length of rope.
In a few moments, the crowd was outside the brothel, watching as Zhang patted her mule on the rump. It took her cue to start running up and down the city's streets, the stripped naked Debbie bouncing along behind it and wrapped up in the rope. She screamed the whole way, her hefty jugs protecting her face and body but leaving her tender nipples and bouncing boobs to take the brunt of the impact, as well as any gravel and rough sand they went over. A few short laps and she passed them again, shrieking and wailing. "I'll talk! I'll talk!"
This drew a few more onlookers from nearby shops and homes, perhaps most notably the sheriff. She'd had her eye on Debbie for a while, knowing she was up to something, and this seemed to just about settle the matter for her. The lovely sheriff stepped over as Zhang got her mule to slow and start untying Debbie from it.
She traded a small nod with the martial artist before she started to say something, only to look behind her. There was an old, spare wooden cart there, with a pile of Debbie's girls groaning and wriggling on top of it. Sheriff Joyce gave her a questioning look before she spoke. "Did you do that yourself?"
"Yes," Zhang said calmly. Zhang didn't look up from her work, refreshing the ropes to tie behind Debbie's back to bind her arms and legs.
"Anyone happen to tell you how it took me and a whole posse to bring them down last time?"
"Didn't come up," Zhang shrugged.
"Well if you're done playing, I'll be taking them off your hands," Joyce pressed, a hand idling on her hip.
"You can have the rest," Zhang said as she started to sling Debbie onto the mule. She linked her and Maria's arms together at the elbow, the white woman facing the rear of the ride.
Joyce looked over the pile of women, then back at Zhang, who sported a few small bruises and negligible stains on her dress and skin, but seemed like she had indeed taken them all out herself. Joyce didn't much consider questioning a girl who could do that and was on the side of the law, as best she could tell.
"Fine by me. Long as she's out of my town."
"Good," Zhang said. She tugged on the reins of her mule, walking off alongside it. The hellishness of the positioning showed itself as Debbie bounced with each steady step of the beast of burden. It made her breast wobble high enough to threaten to smack herself in the face, only to jiggle back down. the bouncing pulled on Maria's body uncomfortably, forcing little grunts that came out as musical hums through the harmonica. The bouncing of Maria's round Latina ass similarly shoved at Debbie, moving her around uncomfortably on the mule's backside.
Zhang let her suffer a while before asking her for the location again. Debbie nodded weakly towards the low sun. "Further West. In the big city. But she's too dangerous. Even for you, you miserable little dragon."
Zhang looked at her with almost lazy calm before spinning herself bodily to one side, breasts slapping Debbie across the face and knocking her out cold.
"We'll see what happens. But so far, it's not looking like much to show for all the trouble you've caused my family." She set out of town, making camp at a rocky outcropping she could make out in the distance.
The next morning a caravan arrived after an all-night trek. The big city was a busy place, and sometimes word traveled even faster than a horse. There was all sorts of talk about the Asian terror that had torn up Debbie and her brothel out East, the woman that had only been identified as The Dragon. It wasn't clear who she was, but they said she'd only seemed to strike down evil women. Sitting on a porch, lazily throwing her knives over and over into a weathered wooden bullseye, Valentia heard the story get passed around. And she waited.
