Wild West: Ann Takamaki and Makoto Nijima

With each pained breath and each ride and fall of her abundant chest, Ann was slowing down.

The galloping of horses was a ever present reminder of the danger she was in. Even more so when the lasso wrapped around her body, pinning her arms to her sides and forcing the catsuit clad blonde to the ground with a grunt.

"Way to go sherrif!"

"You're the coolest!"

The woman who caught Ann was Stacy Moore, the daughter of the CEO of Moore Corp.

The Moore Corporation was a company that specialized in supplies for the military. Stacey was an american orphan adopted by the CEO on a trip abroad after being bested in a match of chess. Stacy had a great analytical potential. Unfortunately as she grew older she grew into a arrogant young woman.

The curvaceous redhead saw the crime in the city as a detriment to progress and so took it on herself to fix it.

Using all the funds of a military company and the inspiration of comic books she grew up on, Stacy became a vigilante she called The Shadow.

But life is not a comic book.

While Stacy employed non-lethal methods such as rubber bullets and tasers, the power behind her equipment put tons of criminals and civilians caught in the crossfire in the hospital.

There was a search for the vigilante called The Shadow but the police couldn't turn up any evidence.

That was when the Phantom Thieves got involved. They had discovered The Shadow's identity but realized if they tipped off the police there was no chance Stacy would go down without a fight so they decided to change her heart.

That was when the major hurdle revealed itself.

Only women could enter her heart.

Currently, Ann was still being dragged across the rough ground towards what looked like a town from the old west.

It made sense. A palace was the reflection of one's desires and what was Stacy doing if not playing sherrif.

"Prepare the stocks" Sherrif Stacy called to a deputy who rode on ahead towards town

Ann kept struggling, dirt and pebbles clinging to her catsuit, groaning and screaming to be let go with every bump as her curvy ass took the brunt of the ground.

"Let me outta here you psycho!" Ann cried out as the horses stoppen, her ride tearing up her catsuit

"You callin' the sherrif a psycho? Know your place outlaw!" Ann was met with a boot to the chest which put the blonde's back flat on the ground while she kept being dragged towards the center of town, dirt and debris getting caught in her blonde locks.

When Ann made it to the stocks she saw there were the completely black Cognitive Beings acting as townfolk staring at her.

Ann hated looking weak so that just angered her more.

'No. Calm down. They aren't real' she told herself

That fell through when they started laughing at Ann and cheering for their sherrif.

"You're all sick! Every last one of you!" Ann yelled

Getting off her horse, sherrif Stacy knelt down and grabbed Ann by the throat and squeezed while staring her dead in the eyes until she stopped squirming. Only then was she let go to gasp for air.

"I think you need to learn some manners little lady" The sherrif took Ann's whip, stood up and said "strip her"

The deputies put their hands all over Ann and got to ripping off her catsuit

"No! Stop!" The blonde yelled "Hey! Watch where you put those hands!" Ann yelled as she felt her large tits being felt up

Ann knew she was hot. She worked hard to take great care of her body. But that didn't mean she was some slut for anyone to do what they wanted to.

The blonde's face burned with an intense blush and rage, only able to give her captors the death glare as she just sat there in her birthday suit with her red catsuit in tatters around her.

The humiliated blonde's arms were held before the lasso came off and immedietely thrown into the stock which was slammed shut and locked.

Ann's hands were at either side of her head with her large chest dangling and her curvaceous ass sticking out.

A deputy whistled while another made a comment about Ann's chest that pissed her off and made her thrash. This was the worst thing that could happen to a phatom thief. Or so Ann thought before the sherrif stepped behind her and heard a crack sound before Ann felt the sting of her own whip against her ass.

The blonde screamed in pain, heat spreading to where she was hit. The sound oractically resonated throughout the entire desert.

As soon as Ann took a breath in she was whipped again which made her scream at the top of her lungs.

Then another strike.

Then another.

Then another.

By the time the sherrif had finished with Ann's punishment her ass was bright red, her shaky legs were wobbling, and tears freely flowed from her blue eyes.

Ann's plan was to unleash her persona Carmen once they let their guard down but the will to fight back had been whipped out of her.

"Learned your lesson outlaw?"

"Yes sherrif" Ann sniffled

Just then the roaring of a motorcycle could be heard and in on her persona Johanna rode Makoto Nijima.

The black haired beauty stepped off her persona clad in a skin tight post apocalypse raider outfit.

"Panther! Are you okay?"

The sniffling Panther only responded "Run"

"Welcome missy, here to save our newest inmate?" The redhead sherrif asked while staring down Makoto

Just then the Queen got a idea, a fantasy she had always wanted to live as a massive fan of the wild west.

"Duel me. When the clock hits high noon we draw sherri...f...." Makoto started then realized it was 4:20 pm

"Oh no don't worry just give me a second" Sherrif Stacy said and turned to a deputy and said something she couldn't hear but the deputy ran to the clock tower and it was changed to 11:59 am despite the low sun

Both women stared each other down with outstretched hands to the side of their waists, waiting for the chime to draw their revolvers.

The tension was palpable and Makoto's heart was beating out of her chest with anticipation and joy in spite of her friend's situation.

And then it hit high noon.

Both women drew their revolvers and fired.

From behind the sherrif came the sound of shattering glass.

In front of Makoto came a explosion. The redheaded sherrif managed to fire her bullet perfectly down the barrel of Makoto's revolver.

Makoto was launched and landed flat on her back, with deputies already running to catch her

"Consider that your last request"

In no time at all Makoto too was stripped and put in a stock next to Ann.

While Ann had the better chest between the two, Makoto had a much bigger ass which the sherrif being a lesbian couldn't wait to whip.

Each strike make Makoto scream and her ass jiggle, the red marks complimenting her pale complexion.

At first Makoto did her best to bear the pain but eventually she too broke and joined Ann in being a sobbing mess.

This was the fate of the Phantom Thieves known as Panther and Queen.

They learned the hard way you do not mess with sherrif Stacy.

This was her world. A perfect world. A world of only women. To adore her. To worship her. To be punished by her.

This was Stacy's world and now Ann and Makoto were permenant residents.

In the coming years, Ann and Makoto would be put to work as whores at the local saloon. They were groped and fucked at the whims of the townfolk with the promise one day they would be freed.

One day.