>>4362
K/V: Victim
Name: Yui
Age: 15
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A somewhat shy, but usually very polite and diligent girl.
Scene: You're the rich owner (can be of either gender) of a huge mansion with numerous maids in your employ. But now you come across this one shamelessly playing with herself and making a mess, when she should be cleaning. Punish her and make an example out of her to all the other maids.

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“You know how this goes.” The busty blonde smirks at me. “Ten paces, turn around, draw.”

“I know, I know. Ain't my first duel, missy.” But it's likely going to be her last. It's just about High Noon, so we both stand back to back, then start slowly walking, counting loudly.

Ella Conrad, the 'Bloody Belle of West Texas'. Her M.O. is as simple as it's effective. Using her charm and ...womanly attributes – and quite a nice pair of attributes at that – she'd sweet-talk and seduce others to get what she wants, be it money, information, or the opportunity to easily kill them, and if a man rebuffed her, she'd just challenge him to a duel. If he accepted, she'd take him out, if he refused, she'd just shoot then and there, sometimes aided by her flimsy top conveniently coming loose to give her a moment's distraction.

But none of that is about to work on me. Sure, I know the allure of an attractive woman – and by Jove, she's indeed attractive – as good as the next cowboy, but I just as well know the allure of bringing an outlaw to justice, but if this turns out to be my funeral instead, oh well, what can ya do.

“Ten.” We both turn around, glaring at each other hands at our colts...

Ella shoots first, and I let her, I found the trick is not to shoot first, but to shoot better. Leaning and twisting my upped body to the side as soon as I see her hand twitch, drawing my own revolver at the same time, I manage to only take a grazing hit to my arm. Gritting my teeth I fire back, the first bullet landing in Ella's lower stomach and the second shooting out her left knee, and she sinks to the ground, dropping her gun as she clutches her stomach. Looks like this duel's over.

I could have gone for her heart or even head, but I'd rather have the opportunity to see justice served, and given how many people she killed, that would have far too quick an end for her. Instead as the townsfolk slowly come out of their houses again, I walk up to Ella, picking up her gun on the way, and the outlaw looks up as she notices my shadow. There's a trickle of blood running from her mouth and face is slightly pale already, without a doctor she's as good as dead. “W-what are you waiting for? Finish me. Or are you suddenly feeling merciful, asshole.”

“You won't get no mercy from me, wench.” I briefly look around until I spot the owner of the convenience store. “Bring me some nice, sturdy rope, will ya? And someone get my horse! ...And a glass of bourbon.” The wound in my arm does hurt quite a bit, but the bleeding is not so bad, so I think I can wait a few minutes to see the doctor.

A few minutes later the store owner returns, already having had the foresight to tie the rope into a nice hangman's noose, and just in time for the boy from the bar to bring me my horse and a nice double of bourbon that I down in one go, before pulling Ella up by her arm, making her gasp in pain as she has to put weight onto her injured leg again. Supporting her just enough so she can walk, I lead Ella to an old nearby tree, followed by quite a few of townsfolk that by now seem to have figured out my intention.

The bar boy helps me lift Ella onto my horse's back, then I throw the rope over a branch hanging at just about the right height, place the noose around Ella's neck and tie the other end down. Finally I tear away her excuse for a top, letting her large, supple breasts bounce free, much to the appreciative sounds of the audience, all of which Ella only weakly seems to register; yeah, she'd definitely be done for anyways, with that injury. “Any last words?” No reply other than Ella looking up and glaring at me. “Didn't think so. May the Lord have mercy on your soul.”

I beckon my horse and he obediently starts walking, Ella leaning backwards in the saddle until she's finally pulled off completely and left hanging in the noose. The fall isn't nearly long enough to break her neck, so she immediately starts struggling and flailing, making her bountiful breasts sway rather nicely.

For someone who was just on the verge of death, Ella seems to have some energy left as she continues kicking, her legs stretching for the ground that's just out of reach, and her hands clawing at the noose digging into her neck. Her struggles keep on for several minutes, her desperate, choked gasps and the faint creaking of the rope the only sounds over the silence of the captivated audience.

Finally it looks like her struggles are slowly starting to weaken, even if she's still gasping for air and wildly shuddering, but it becomes clear she's slowly running out of strength with every passing moment. And indeed not before long her body goes limp, a dark wet sport growing in her shorts as she soils herself in death, much to the laughter of the audience.

“Justice has been served! The Bloody Belle of West Texas is dead!” I announce, eliciting a wave of cheers from the audience. After getting the local sheriff to sign me a letter that the body is indeed who she is, I take Ella down, then just lay her limp body over the back of my horse while I pay my tabs, then go on my way. I need to turn her in at the next big city for the bounty, but of course that's not to say I won't have some opportunities to enjoy her body on the way there.