Doujinsak - Prison - Western Adult Comic
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Doujinsak - Prison
In the dusty, old frontier town of Prison, life was hard for everyone. But perhaps no one knew this more than the small band of outlaws who'd recently ridden into town. They were a rough-looking bunch, their leather vests and bandannas hiding a multitude of sins. And they had a score to settle with the sheriff, who'd been after them for years.
As they rode into town, they could feel the eyes of the locals on them. It was clear that they didn't belong here, but they didn't care. Their only goal was to take out the sheriff and exact their revenge. They dismounted their horses and tied them up at the saloon, knowing that it would be their best chance for information.
The saloon was packed with rough-and-tumble men, all of them swapping tales and drinking whiskey. The outlaws weaved their way through the crowd, their eyes darting around for any sign of the sheriff. Finally, they spotted him at a table by himself, nursing a drink.
Without another word, the leader of the group pulled out their pistols and started firing. The saloon erupted into chaos as people scrambled for cover. The sheriff managed to dive under the table, but not before taking a bullet in the leg.
The outlaws quickly subdued the other patrons and tied them up. Then, they turned their attention to the sheriff, who was coughing up blood on the floor. "You won't get away with this," he wheezed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "I'll catch you, you bastards."
The leader of the group smirked. "Oh, we intend to make sure of that. But first, we need information." He motioned to one of his men, who proceeded to kick the sheriff in the side, hard. "Where's the prison?" he demanded. "And who's in charge there?"
The sheriff groaned in pain, but managed to force out the answer. "The prison is just outside of town," he whispered. "And the warden's name is Johnson... He's got a sexy daughter though." He smirked, despite the pain. "You should see her."
The leader's eyes lit up at the mention of the sexy warden's daughter. It seemed like they'd found their next target. "Alright," he said, holstering his pistol. "Let's go pay this Johnson a visit."
As they rode out of town towards the prison, the leader thought about what they were about to do. They'd already killed several people, including an innocent bystander. But they were outlaws, and that was just the cost of doing business. Besides, he reasoned, they were only taking what was theirs.
When they arrived at the prison, they dismounted their horses and approached the gate. The warden, an older man with a graying mustache, came out to greet them. "What do you want?" he demanded, his hand resting on the holstered pistol at his side. "This is a prison, not a saloon."
The leader smirked. "We're here to see your daughter," he said, casually drawing his pistol. "We've heard she's quite the looker." He motioned to his men, and they started moving towards the warden, their guns drawn.
The warden's face went pale as he realized what was happening. "You can't do this," he pleaded, raising his hands in surrender. "Please, don't hurt my daughter."
But it was too late. The outlaws had already broken into the prison, their guns drawn and their eyes searching for the sexy warden's daughter. They found her in her cell, reading a book by candlelight. She looked up, fear in her eyes, as they burst in and surrounded her.
"What do you want with me?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "Please, don't hurt me."
The leader of the group stepped forward, his smirk growing wider. "No need to be afraid, sweetheart," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "We just want to have a little fun with you." He motioned to his men, and they started to close in on her, their hands reaching for her clothes.
But then, suddenly, there was a gunshot, and the leader crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from his chest. The other outlaws turned to see the warden standing there, his pistol smoking in his hand. "You leave my daughter alone," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Or you'll be joining him in hell."
The outlaws exchanged nervous glances before finally backing away, their weapons lowered. They mounted their horses and rode off into the night, leaving the warden and his daughter shaken but unharmed. As they disappeared into the darkness, the warden sighed in relief. He turned to his daughter, who was still trembling from fear. "Are you alright, honey?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Did they hurt you?"
