Chapter 3
It was late that night that she decided she would have to act. She wanted to be known as a blonde and so she washed the dye out, allowing her natural blonde hair to wash back in. She strapped on both of her jolts and snuck into the sheriff?s house. It was quiet enough as Britta sneaked down the hallway towards the sheriff?s room. She peaked through the door hinge, only to be surprised by the fact that the sheriff?s bed was empty. The realization came too late though as she felt the jolt penetrate her ass full force.
?You dirty murderous bitch,? hissed the homeowner, ?I?m gonna hurt you, put you on display and then kill you.?
The waves of convulsions and sexual energy began to rapidly consume her body, but fortunately for Britta she had trained herself well and initially was able to resist the early shocks from a jolt so that she was able to use her self-control and physical strength to tear the weapon from her ass and spin around, slamming the sheriff in the chest as she did so. The brunette?s naked body tumbled to the side and suddenly Britta found herself in hand-to-hand combat again.
The sheriff was quick to get her footing. The hallway was narrow though and the women stared at one another weapons drawn.
?And so it comes to a duel, you bitch?? hissed the sheriff?
?And this is how it will end for you, sheriff??
?Call me Tonya, I want you to know the name of the woman who destroys you??
?And you call me Britta, I want to hear you begging for mercy when I leave you to die.?
The two women crashed together, their flesh slapping as they both swung their jolts?the hard rubber casing served as an excellent club in hand-to-hand combat. Each woman blocked the other?s jolt with their opposite forearm and gripped the other?s arm. They struggled fiercely with each other, pushing their arms up above their heads as their bodies pressed together. Their breasts pressed into each other as their bodies made contact. The sheriff was completely naked and Britta was only wearing her waist cloth. As they made contact, Britta felt Tonya?s hot breath on her face, and she noted the pressure of the sheriff?s enormous breasts as they swelled and crushed her own?
The two stumbled as they struggled for superiority over their foe.
Gradually, Tonya forced Britta back against the wall, pinning her there. Tonya slammed her tits into Britta?s flattening the blonde?s readily. Britta grunted. Again it happened. Britta grunted again.
Then the sheriff drove her knee between Britta?s legs as hard as she could and Britta moaned, but with the shifting of her energy away from her arms, Britta was able to gain an advantage and shove the sheriff backwards. The sheriff stumbled and Britta was quick to attack. She hit the sheriff in her back and then her buttock and then her flank, the dull thud as the jolt connected with its target generating a yelp as the sheriff scrambled away down the hall?
The sheriff almost fell but was able to spin and regain her feet as Britta closed the distance. She surprised Britta by stepping forward, grabbing the blonde and hip tossing her to the floor. As Britta crashed to the ground, she felt the brunette?s heavy body crash down on top of her and got the wind knocked out of her. The brunette sat up, straddling Britta?s big body and began raining punches into Britta?s face and tits. The punishment was severe as Britta?s face and tits were pummeled. Britta was a tough bitch though and she jabbed several shots into the sheriff?s side until finally her thumb got up underneath the sheriff?s rib cage causing her excruciating pain. Tonya wailed and slammed her jolt into Britta?s face as she got to her feet and escaped the jabbing pain in her side.
Blood sprayed out from Britta?s nose as she swore under her breath. As Tonya got up, Britta acted quickly, spinning and tripping the big brunette. The brunette crashed to the floor and lost her grip on her weapon. Britta rolled, and with a skill and dexterity that had allowed her to escape many duels, she slammed her jolt deep into Tonya?s ass?.
The brunette wailed and moaned, writhing in anal sexual ecstasty. But to Britta?s surprise though, the big brunette struggled to her knees, trying to reach back to her ass as the waves of energy overwhelmed her body. Unfortunately for Tonya, she had met her match though and Britta crashed down on top of her, forcing her to the ground and penetrating the jolt deep within her.
The brunette gurgled and exploded with waves of sexual energy as Britta grabbed her hair and despite being battered, pulled her head back and pounded it into the floor until a sickening crunching sound escaped from her skull.
The sheriff was motionless and Britta lay on top of her, sweating, and panting.
The blonde outlaw struggled to her feet and went to the bathroom to wash up. She pulled her jolt out of the sheriff?s ass, and using the dark of night as her cover, snuck back to her rooms.
Chapter 4
News of the sheriff?s and her deputy?s death traveled quickly through the town. The mayor immediately named the sole remaining deputy, Dayanna, to the post of sheriff and she found herself tasked with finding some more deputies, dealing with rapid spike in lawlessness and disarray, and most significantly, seeking the outlaw who had outdueled both her sister and her friend.
She hired two women, an overendowed blonde named Cherry and a diminutive woman originally from the Earth country of Vietnam as deputies. They were both very well-known criminals and at first no one understand what Dayanna?s plan was, but after one day, everyone realized. These women knew the criminals and could rein in the locals. Dayanna, for her part, had one thing on her mind and to help with that she called for help. She sent out a call for Galaxy Bureau of Investigation officials to send an agent and at the same time, sent out a call for bounty hunters. Needless to say, like most governmental agencies, she knew it would be time before the GBI agents got there, and that it wouldn?t take long for the bounty hunters to arrive.
Britta nursed herself back to health in about 2 days, using the ion shower in her room repeatedly until the bruises, cuts and scratches all healed. When she finally went out, she heard about the activity in the town and knew that she had to get off the planet. The problem she was faced with was that the spaceport was going to be watched closely and she was sure she wouldn?t be able to get there without having to run a gauntlet. She decided to hold out for a few days.
She was walking out of the washroom, ready for bed when she knew something was wrong. She also found herself in the wrong place in her room, as far as possible from both the jolt she kept under her pillow and the jolt that she normally carried with her when she went out. The outside hallway was too quiet and the hair on the back of her neck was standing up. She started to run for her bed, and the jolt hidden in it when the door was kicked in and the dark-haired assassin plowed through, airborne and crashing perfectly into the blonde as she struggled to reach her bed. Britta?s body crashed to the ground, with the brunette on top of her. Britta began to buck and flail wildly, trying to distract the bitch, but she was clearly good at her job, immediately sitting up and straddling Britta?s midsection. By the feeling of warm liquid between the brunette?s legs, Britta could tell that the adrenaline was well-received in the bounty hunter?s body. Dark hair, olive skin and bright green eyes, full dark lips, genetically enhanced tits that were truly gigantic and rock hard identified the hired help immediately. Britta knew she was in trouble. Marisol Rios was well known all over these parts and had nearly killed Britta once. Britta was sure that she wasn?t really happy about missing the opportunity the last time.
The big latina?s fists crashed down on the blonde as she tried to fight her off. The blonde blocked and swung back but the dark haired woman was quick and strong. She punished Britta who was desperately reaching for something nearby, hoping that something had fallen to the ground during the initial tackle and was relieved when she finally felt it, the heavy mug that she had used for soup the night before had fallen to the ground. Britta, the room beginning to swim as her face and tits swelled at the onslaught, swung the heavy earthenware piece right into the brunette?s head?
The brunette was too quick though, and Marisol caught her wrist with one hand, grabbed her opposite tit with the other and ripped her nails through the flesh as she hauled Britta to her feet. The assassin was wearing thigh high 6 inch stiletto heeled boots which allowed her to tower over her opponent, who she promptly spun into the nearby end table. Britta hit the table with a grunt, bent over at the waist. Knowing she was vulnerable, but out of breath and in bad shape, Britta desperately tried to climb over the table towards her bed but Marisol shrieked and drove her stiletto deep into the upper part of Britta?s thigh just below her buttock, laughing as she did so. Britta roared in agony but kept climbing over the table trying to get to her bed, and the jolt hidden in it. Blood gushed down her leg as Marisol grabbed her hair and yanked her backwards dragging her onto the floor with her powerful arms. Britta instinctively shot a hand up and clutched the brunette?s exposed vagina and clit, tearing at the sensitive female organs with her razor sharp claws. Marisol yelped and growled, in pain and frustrated that she had let her defenses down. She began punching Britta in the face, trying to force her to let go and as she bent over, Britta was able to execute an over the head kick, connecting squarely with Marisol?s head and knocking her backwards. Britta charged forward as the Latina stumbled backwards, and the blonde successfully grabbed her jolt as the Latina recovered and charged at her, unsheathing her own weapon. A series of swings, thrusts and parries ensued, with neither woman gaining ground on the other. Britta was injured though and her movements were considerably impaired. Ultimately this handicap was costly as Marisol was able to corner her and force her backwards until she fell back onto the bed?a significant disadvantage in the fight. Marisol sneered again and moved in, her free hand grabbing the thigh with the stiletto puncture and squeezing it so that pain raged through Britta?s body. The brunette ground her knee into the blonde?s crotch as she blocked several swings from Britta?s jolt. Britta grimaced as the pain was inflicted upon her and she knew that she was in trouble. The brunette leaned in close and her sweaty tits engulfed Britta?s own well-endowed chest, swallowing them up easily. Marisol?s hot breath was on Britta?s face as she overpowered the blonde and forced her to drop her jolt.
It wasn?t over though, Marisol wanted to own Britta and she was confident now, and so she released her own jolt as she pressed her lips against Britta?s and began to probe the blonde?s mouth. She forced the blonde back onto the bed and physically restrained her. Their breasts rubbed fiercely and Britta?s body quivered as the powerful brunette controlled the entire encounter and their sexual organs met in battle. Despite the fact that her clitoris and labia had been violently clawed by Britta?s sharp fingernails, Marisol?s pussy easily dominated Britta?s as the two women rhythmically ground on one another in an intense battle. Waves of pain and sexual ecstasy washed over Britta as she tried to match up against the bounty hunter. Their lips smacked wildly as their tongues darted in and out of each other?s mouths. Their nails left deep welts in each other's backs as the battle raged on. Her first orgasm washed over her as the brunette continued to destroy the blonde methodically. Britta knew she was outmatched but desperately tried to fight back and tried in vain to obtain control of the battle?.
Marisol physically moved her about the bed. The dark brunette's hips thrust powerfully between the blonde's open thighs and her thick labia and powerful clit controlled Britta's own genitals. An involuntary moan escaped Britta's lips and she arched her back. Marisol taunted and cajoled her to the overwhelming orgasm that washed over her and then allowed her tongue to dance delicately over Britta's throbbing nipples. Britta purred uncontrollably as she tried regain her composure, knowing that if she didn't, more than just her sexual pride was on the line. Desperate, Britta plunged her finger into the latina's tight ass and felt the woman's buttocks clench powerfully onto her hand. Marisol whimpered as Britta forced a second finger in and then thrust wildly with her hips. Marisol's nails dug into the flesh of Britta's back as she whimpered in pleasure and then thrust back at Britta. The two women began to pump in earnest again, but Britta sensed a change in Marisol's self control as the fingers in her ass began to have their effect.
Marisol gyrated on Britta as she sat up to her full height and worked her pelvis, clearly enjoying the stimulation in her ass. Britta knew that she only had a small window of opportunity and that she would have to time it perfectly if she could. Marisol's jaw clenched and she closed her eyes momentarily as a wave of true pleasure washed over her and Britta's left hand shot under her pillow. Swinging viciously the jolt connected with Marisol's cheek as the brunette opened her eyes and the first part of her exclamation escaped: "Bit-"
