Chapter 1 - Real Ninja Hours

The Melinated Ninja Team (Not to be confused with the TMNT, another band of radical brothers) was an infamous guild of assassins and thieves, known for a rather specific entry requirement. Being different could bring all sorts of trouble in a foreign land, so many years ago Grand Master Bushido Brown founded the first ‘brothers only’ ninja unit. Their ranks were thin at first but over the last five decades had transformed into relatively powerful clan in the eastern isles. Others found them peculiar, but it was the name of the game, plus, they didn’t seem to mind some of the stereotypes that their activities had reinforced; many of the ninja team’s members being very much “well-endowed”. Fast forward to the present, and a very specific contract has just reached the guild’s most feared trio: The Kuro-oni Brothers, ghost-face killers and last disciples of the ‘liquid swords’ technique. They had hailed from the shaolin monastery of The Wu and each one was a master in their own specialty. That said, these three silent assassins shared a similar build, standing at roughly 6’2”-6’4” and built like top-tier professional athletes; prime specimens gifted with exceptional martial prowess. They spoke no words, shed no tears, and if they were in your dreams then the end was near.  But even given their backgrounds this task would be perilous. Before departing their hidden village the three renowned hit-men consulted their masters for strength and wisdom: The R’Za, J’Zaa, Rae K’wan, Ghost, and the Ancient Sickly Fool. They had founded the Wu and were equaled by no other, perhaps they had much insight to give? The target? Taki, a stalwart demon slayer from a fallen clan; they didn’t need to know much else. The mission? Well, that was the interesting part.

 
Covered in sweat Taki swung loosely from a thick tree branch and vaulted forward onto another; how far could it have gotten? The voluptuous ninja was on a mission of her own, pursuing a vagrant yokai that had been terrorizing a small village for months. From what she could tell it was a Tengu, a winged hawk-like demon that was quite adept at flying. It had fled after their first clash and she could tell that catching up would be its own challenge. No time to hesitate. On quest important as this one her mind was occupied and motions sloppy as she hopped along the tree line, but it was of little consequence; Enormous E-sized breast bounced stiffly the tight maroon one-piece. A grimace formed beneath her black half-mask, where was it! She had been chasing the evil entity for quite some time and didn’t know how much longer she could keep up; her muscular thighs were on fire. 

Out of nowhere, a powerful blunt blow caught her unexpectedly in the left rib while gliding between trees, W-What! Even as it knocked her off balance she skillfully recovered mid-air; shapely legs twirling as she spun to another branch. The ninja had little time to think as another whip-like attack rocketed forward, was this water? She gave another inhuman flip as it struck the tree branch she’d been on, snapping the great piece of wood at the base; these things were fast, yet she still couldn’t determine their source. Time to counter. Placing her hands in a series of contorted gestures the curvaceous Taki summoned a powerful magic barrier around her; purple wards mystically wisped about its perimeter. Two more watery whips struck from the shadowy canopy but broke apart as the struck the barrier. This would give her some breathing room and time to act according to the situation. Her long ponytail dipped as she frantically searched about, if she could only see the oni she would then know how to banish it. Without warning a liquid whip sprung from below, catching the unfortunate woman by the ankle and pulling her through the barrier. How! She let out a gasp as her body was ripped through the series of branches below; though she couldn’t reach her assailant she could slash through the thick twigs using her blades. With a loud thud she slammed into the dense forest floor, a layer of autumn leaves barely breaking her fall. The confused ninja shakily recovered, noticing small tears covering the entirety of her tight outfit; flushed pale skin squeezed through the new openings. Outside of the commotion the forest was eerily quiet, a thin mist dancing just above the earthen soil. Whatever demon this was had an incredibly strong dark aura, as she could feel it spread through the entire forest, except it wasn’t a demon. Three athletic-framed figures emerged from the shadowy tree line. Men? All three were identical in appearance: simple black Gi, cracked porcelain mask, and were built like horses as far as muscle was concerned. 

The full-figured ninja drew her Mekki-Maru and prepared for a vicious fight. Even though nothing overtly gave away their true power she simply knew that there was more than met the eye. With lightening speed they approached, wasting no time to unleash a wild onslaught of attacks. Their distinct styles meshed seamlessly, interchangeably attacking, defending, and countering the demon-slayers maneuvers. She was quickly disarmed, her iconic ninjato flung into the forest by a fast-handed opponent. In her own right the experienced ninja could hold her own with the best of them in a fair fight but in this case, she was hopelessly outmatched and outnumbered. One by one they struck her, be a flying kick to the gut or a pal strike to the spine. None of their attacks really seemed to hurt, but that only worried her more. With a bit of breathing room the buxom demon-slayer threw a powerful punch at one of the mystery assailants, only to be horrified as her arm limply fell forward. Her mind raced frantically, but there she was little she could do as one by the vital muscles of her arms and legs relaxed completely. Impossible. She knew they were excellent fighters, but had they solved the mystery of Shaolin Chess-boxing? It was a technique of legend that paralyzed even the most skilled combatants; a quivering body sunk to the earthen soil. Their prey subdued, the Kuro-oni brothers silently descended upon her. She glared at them with malice, and by this point only hoped that such stoic and professional hitmen would offer her a quick and painless death. Luck was not on Taki’s side, as the death nor mercy were the nature of this contract. 
 
The tearing of spandex echoed throughout the woods, it only took a few powerful tears for the outfit to be reduced to tatters. Her body now exposed to the world, the three hulking figures silently looked their prey over; even their twitches were in sync. Taki’s body was in excellent condition: well-toned yet shapely, flawless milky skin, and deceivingly powerful. She had the body of goddess, but right now her attitude was anything but divine. Glaring, the defiant woman snarled at her aggressors, “Seekers of Soul Edge? Servants of a demon? Disgu--.” A large dark-skinned hand quickly covered her mouth, its owner crouching close to the deflated woman’s face; they had little time for discussion. She continued to curse them in her mind, Disgusting, vile, evil— her thoughts were also quickly interrupted by a great shiver, from the both the chill of the night and the feeling of something rubbing against he bare ass. One of the muscular ninja had lifted her up by the hips, pressing a thick veiny erection between her ass cheeks; he let out a quiet grunt of arousal.  I-It’s huge! Brown eyes widened in panic as the busty woman screamed into the calloused hand that shielded her mouth; hot tears pooling around the edges. As a prelude to the opening act the horny brother sandwiched her ass cheeks along his shaft and proceeded to fuck them slowly as the third coldly watched from several feel away. The extent of Taki’s hell had only just begun. She stared daggers at the one in front of her but received no response, neither malice or pity, just a faceless mask. Feeling that he had adequately warmed up the disabled ninja felt a warm head begin to press her virgin lips apart, not like this! She had never been with a man before, too preoccupied by her line of work to form any real relationship; the bull would break her in nicely. Even though her body was limp she could feel every inch of her invader as he pumped into her thick ass. The demon-slayer’s legs spasmed as he went balls deep inside of her tight snatch, cold to the fact that he had just popped her long-held cherry; check. She was almost drooling into the hand that covered her mouth, eyes slowly flickering as he spread her walls and pushed into her cervix. F-Fuck, F-F-Fuck! There was once a time where Taki never even saw herself being with a man; that had been settled. The Kuro-oni brother fucked her like an animal, pushing her into the leaves forcefully as he prepared her for what was soon to come. Between her gasp, the squatting ninja of her removed his grip over her mouth and removed his own swollen member from his gi; the enormous thing flopped in front of her pale face. T-That’s t-too big! Indeed it was, but the hit-man had no reservations about getting his cock sucked. He pushed the tip past her pillowy lips and gave the defeated ninja little time to prepare herself, beginning to throat-fuck their prey; check. Feeling no need to wait any longer the stud that had been stretching her out went balls deep before filling her once tight snatch. Taki quivered as she was filled with his cum, excess spunk spilling past her lower lips; check. Finished, he removed himself while his brother worked her jaw; the third slowly approached. Regardless of the paralysis the demon-slayer felt every inch of her abusers as they rode her thick toned body. Already her senses had nearly been overloaded and Taki prayed to the gods that her assault would soon be over; she was not so lucky. 

The second crawled beneath her, rearranging his position to get a second helping of her pussy. That wasn’t her biggest concern, as now the third ninja was hunched over her, and she could feel the warmth of his monstrous dark cock pressing against her tight pink asshole. N-No, No, No, No, No. Even though he couldn’t hear them the muscular bull would’ve paid her no mind. Just as he began to force himself into her luscious ass the first brother shoved her nose into his pelvis as he blew a hot load down her aching throat; saliva and cum dripped from the corner of her soft mouth. As Taki gagged on him and felt the two overpower her lower-half she felt something other than pain or disgust: pleasure. Her body was almost completely numb now, and not because of the earlier attacks, but because her mind had been completely lost due in her thorough dicking. The long frigid ninja now knew that not only did she like men, but dick. Not just any either, she wanted to be owned by a delicious black cock. Her body was built for it. Yes. The idea evolved in her mind as the three assassins pushed her voluptuous body to the limit. The first plugged her nose with two large fingers, forcing her sweet throat to tighten on his meatpole; obedient eyes stared up at him in submission. Even as she began to regain control of her muscles she felt not need to resist, why fight it? Only to be beaten again and used? They had earned her body, and her mind to, as she willingly grinded into her new masters. She shakily raised her arms and gripped the lower back of the first ninja, and as he removed his fingers from her nose she bobbed her head along his shaft. Long had she served a singular purpose, to destroy evil, but now her true purpose was clear: to be destroyed. All these years she had wasted her body, what a fool she’d been. Her demeanor became one of a willing slave. The new Taki tried to milk the bull with her inexperienced mouth the best she could. Thanks to her, one by one the trio of dark-skinned brothers filled the newly corrupted ninja; check.
 
Back at The Melinated Ninja Team Headquarters life continued per usual, but with some new added benefits. There was a whole new incentive for contracts to be completed on time. Wearing nothing but a spiked-pet with a nametag, the once famous demon-slayer Taki had been reduced to a subservient cum-slut to the guild; this was a new home. The once dour woman now always paraded herself with a warm smile and a full belly, as he new masters did well to keep her full; contract complete.
