Advent Of A Gunslinger

Mio, Spitha, and the Yewushas continued their trek with little issue through the desert. It wasn’t long before they had Klugetown in their sights. With their weapons at the ready, Leona looked to the tom for directions on where they should go next.

“Alright, we’re pretty much here. Where are they located, Mio?”

Mio took off his glasses and wiped them clean of the dusty sand. “If my vision serves--which it usually does,” he put them back on, “We need to head to a saloon near the middle of the town.”

“That’s a bit of a problem,” Tabs pointed out, “Someone is sure to spot us before we get there. No matter which way we arrive in from.”

Baretta looked at the map once more and found herself in agreement. “She’s right. The entire circumference of the town is gonna be swarming with rogue buckaroos. How do you intend to get us in there, boss?” she said to the tom with a tilt of her head.

With a confident purr and a grin, Mio responded, “I told you. I already thought ahead.” That’s when he looked at Spitha--more specifically, her muscular biceps, triceps, and thighs. “Ma’am. How strong are you?”

“...I’ve never thought about it before,” she answered in a matter-of-fact manner, “Why?”

“You can easily carry these three, right?” he said, pointing his thumb in the direction of the she-cats, “They don’t look very heavy at all to me.”

Tabs snickered. “Why, thank you.”

Baretta stared coldly at the tom. “Funny.”

Leona thought logically. “...No. That’s--that’s a good idea. If she flies us upwards, she can take us up and over the various buildings around the city. It’s not a bad idea…” But there was one small problem and she was quick to point it out to Mio. “But what about you, sir?”

He folded his arms with a confident smirk as the sunlight reflected off of his glasses--hiding his eyes with white light. “You just leave that to me. I know this backwater town better than anyone. There are loads of trick areas to go through that’ll allow me to slip by unnoticed.”

Meanwhile, Spitha had been looking intently at the trio of she-cats, contemplating their size and weight. It wasn’t long before she came to a conclusion. “Hm, yeah I think I can do it,” she said as she stretched her arms, “I can carry two of you within one arm each and the other can sit on my shoulders. Shouldn’t be a problem. I was able to carry this big boy here with no problems the other day.” She trilled while looking in Mio’s direction.

Unable to come up with a proper response to that comment, Mio simply ignored it and continued. “...Right. Anyway, does that plan sound good to you all?”

“I’m ready,” Spitha said while flexing one of her arms.

“No problem boss,” Tabs said with a salute.

“Your orders, my commands,” Baretta added.

Leona glanced at Mio with a concerned expression. “...Don’t get hurt, alright brother?”

“I promise, sister,” he returned the affection naming gesture with a nod, “Now let’s get to it.”

Meanwhile, down in the mines…

Rongu was at a complete loss. With Spitha gone, he had only just begun to realize how painful it was to not have her around. Though, not in the way one might think. See, instead of feeling a sense of remorse for his actions, wishing that he had treated Spitha better…

He couldn’t overcome his own pride, and sank into madness.

Once one of his agents had found his next-door neighbor--a lizard woman named Lexi--the lizard woman was captured, put under anesthesia, and taken to a holding room that also functioned as a dungeon of sorts. They hadn’t found Spitha’s mother yet, but he was content with the lizard lady for now.

And when she woke up...she found that she not only had no idea where she was, but she was bound by dozens of chains against a wall and gagged via duct tape. The lizard woman shook against her restraints but to no avail.

“MMMM!!!”

Soon enough, their pleas and squeals would be answered by a certain yellow dragon who walked into the room. “...Terribly sorry to do this to you. It’s nothing personal. But my bitch of a wife left me and I have no idea where she is. That’s where you come into play…”

The lizard woman glared at him with killer intent behind their eyes. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was restrained…

Rongu stepped forward and undid some--but not all--of the bindings around the lizard women. This was done so he could get her off of the wall, and do as he pleased. Her arms were still bound together by chains, and so were her ankles which prevented any sort of an escape attempt. He pushed her against a table--bending her helplessly over it where she could see something lying there: a whip. But not just any whip. If one looked closer, they could see pieces of rough, jagged diamond and glass embedded into the fibers of the threads that made up the whip’s length.

“MMM!” Lexi’s eyes shot open and she started to sob once she realized what she was in for.

Click.

Rongu aimed his revolver, pointing it at her head. “You’d better follow my orders. Lest you want your husband and children to never see you again.”

“...” She soon fell into a jittery, shaky silence.

“Good.” With a rrrip!, he yanked the duct tape off of her mouth, “Now tell me. Where and when have you last seen Spitha?”

Lexi took a moment to cough and sputter in order to catch her breath. “Agh! Ugh...I...I don’t know...honestly. Please don’t hurt me.”

“You don’t know, huh? Really…” The dragon spoke with an unconvinced tone as he walked around and picked the whip up--the various bits of crystal and glass caused it to scrrrape against the table as he moved it.

“N-no! P-please!” Lexi thrashed helplessly, still unable to move. Her heart pounding harder and faster--to the point where she could feel the blood pumping through her head from how panicked she was. “I swear I’m being honest!! I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t KNOW!”

Sadly, Rongu cared little for the Klugetowner. He was only out to satisfy his own desires. With a sadistic smile, he gently dragged the whip down her neck, over her arms, and down the rest of her back, stopping at her exposed ass.

“You don’t know, huh? Well...guess I’ll have to make do with you instead.”

With her options limited, and fearing the damage the whip could do, Lexi became desperate. “I’ll do anything you want!” she pleaded with a pitiful sob, “I’ll give you everything I own, I’ll let you do anything to me! Just don’t hurt my man and my kids!”

“...Anything?” Rongu asked.

“Y-yes…” Lexi said in a softer tone, “Just...just name...AUUUUUGH!!”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Three hard strikes from the whip were delivered to her back, cutting deep below her scales and into her skin layer. The result was a set of three long wounds that didn’t bleed very much, but the pain...it was like someone was forcing a hot poker through her back.

“Augh...eeegh...p-p-please…” she said with heavy breaths, “Please stop…”

Once again, her words fell on deaf ears. With a zip and a clink, she could hear the sound of a zipper being undone followed by pants falling to the floor.

“S-sir…” she muttered in a low voice. “...Please d-don’t…”

He tossed the whip aside and grabbed his gun once more, aiming it at her head. “Shut your damn mouth. You’re gonna serve as my...little example.”

“Eeek!” she gasped when she felt something stiff press against her exposed ass and pussy. “You…” Defiant to the end, she shouted at the top of her lungs, “My husband is gonna rip your balls off you raggedy sumbitch--!!”

SLAM!

Rongu grabbed her by her neck, and slammed her head into the table to cut her off. “Let's see how your husband likes it when he finds out you were unfaithful...”