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!
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.