Chapter 1 - Shiro - 白

Note: This story was written in about six hours. It was an attempt to speed-write as much as I could. Please, let me know about any typos, errors, or pacing issues that you saw. Also, as usual, I'd love to hear from you. Apologies to my fans who are looking for non-guro material: It's coming. Don't worry. I haven't forgotten.




Mei Han ran as fast as she could, low to the ground, her soft cotton-wrapped feet making no noise as she flew across the floorboards, down the hallways of the ancient Japanese fortress. Her breath, coming hot and panted, stained her thin mouth-wrap dark with spit, and her head pounded. Behind her, the guards were yelling, chasing her, and if she didn't keep moving, they'd soon catch up. For once in her life, she was thankful of her modest chest, which didn't impair her speed or agility.
 
She rounded a corner and shoved her hands into her pockets. Wincing, she withdrew them, her gloves covered in spiny pieces of metal. She continued to run as she scattered them on the floor, caltrops, which would hopefully stall them long enough to escape as they stumbled over the painful traps.
 
She came to a fork in the road, two sets of staircases, one up and one down. Her heart fluttered in terror as she saw the spearmen charging up the stairs at her, forcing her to ascend, farther and farther away from the ground, from safety.
 
She hurled caltrops on the stairs, leaping forwards, past wood-panelled walls and priceless works of art. As she sprinted by, she pulled her katana from the sash on her back, and held it behind her as she ran, panting and blinking her eyes in pain as her lungs burned.  She rounded a corner, and to her horror, a tall, muscled woman with a spear greeted her. The guard tensed, then roared, "Here she is!" as she pulled her spear down to stabbing level, but Mei grunted and sliced through her throat without the slightest hesitation. She watched the head as it tumbled through the air, then saw the woman's body as it dropped to its knees. The woman's hands shot to where her head had been, clutching her throat as liquid redness spread through her uniform. Mei felt her wet dick slapping between her sweaty thighs as she ran at breakneck pace over the fallen guard.
 
Suddenly, she skidded to a halt. Twenty feet in front of her, a veritable wall of spearmen, bristling with steel, marching inexorably towards her. Her sweat ran cold, but, running on fumes, she found a new well of energy and quickly drew one of her shining katana from the sash on her back. "Yaaah!" she cried, delivering a mighty blow with both hands, cutting straight through the wall beside her. She leapt to her back foot and delivered a wood-shattering kick to the weakened structure before dashing through the new opening with her ninja's grace.
 
The sounds of the guards disappeared behind her as she moved deeper into the huge room. Their bulky armor would restrict them from coming after her through that improvised hole. Mei allowed her mouth to drop open as she finally noticed where she was.
 
It was a beautiful fern garden, a room of at least five thousand square feet, located at the apex of the fortress. Masterworked redwood bridges crossed from island to island, and the rest of the floor was four inches deep in water. Lillies and cherry blossoms floated effortlessly in the still waters, and the small light offered by the flickering candles left many areas shrouded in darkness. In the distance was a fully-grown cherry tree, its pink petals swirling through the air towards their inevitable landing. The tree had apparently been planted here, inside this castle room, at great cost by the owners. Mei allowed herself a smile. Finally something was going her way.
 
She picked a stray caltrop from her glove and pushed her hands into her knees, shoving the material on her gloves forward, revealing hidden hooks underneath her fingers. She grinned and walked calmly to the tree, hooking onto its soft bark easily, climbing to its peak in a matter of seconds. A thunderous crash came from the other side of the room, and she held her breath, knowing that the next move was death or salvation. She leapt from the tree to the ceiling, which was a patchwork of wooden boards and scaffolding, shrouded too completely for anyone to notice. And with that, Mei disappeared into the darkness as the soldiers flooded the room beneath her, none the wiser.
 
 
 
 
 
She found it very easy to move about the fortress at that point, looking down on all the other happenings through the roof. The thrill of voyeurism was not lost on her, and she kept up a small, unwanted erection. Unfortunately, because of the guards, she could only get around the top floor. She memorized the floor plan in case another escape was needed, noting at least 18 different windows or balconies to make her exit with. There were also two staircases leading to the second floor, one on each side of the compound.
 
And best of all, she had found the master bedroom.
 
Her eyes glinted as she shifted aside the paper square of the ceiling. Down below was a four-poster bed made of mahogany, with elegant sheets dangling down and obscuring anyone inside. Mei stilled her heart and her breathing, listening for any sounds that would indicate someone sleeping, but couldn't detect any. "Drat," she whispered, letting a tiny bit of her stress out through her mouth. Clearly the mistress wasn't in tonight. "What terrible luck." She replaced the board and moved on to other rooms, deciding she would wait, hidden in the rafters, until the mistress returned. There was no other way that she was going to be able to kill her. Mei searched the entire floor, eventually noting a slightly-smaller bedroom with a slightly-less-nice bed. This one was occupied, but she made no moves on the sleeper because that was not her target. Unnecessary bloodshed would only attract more attention.
 
With the guards on alert, Mei thought it unwise to attempt to travel between floors. She found a comfortable place to lie down, and, making sure none of her equipment would give her a sharp jab if she turned, fell asleep. It was a pleasant darkness, up in the roof. She slid her pants down slightly, and pulled her cock out, pumping it to life. She pinched her boob and moaned quietly, masturbating to the memory of the headless guard flopping limply to the ground.
 
 
 
 
 
Mei awoke to the sounds of screaming. It was still pitch-black, but she gathered her gear and crept along, interested. She still smelled a little of sex. It sounded like a young woman, outside the fortress walls. She pondered briefly, then decided that if the guards were distracted with something else, it would be safe enough to come down and have a look. She found an open window and moved through it, onto a shingled roof, noting several stone gargoyles and dragons that provided adequate line-of-sight cover. She slid behind one and looked out into the castle courtyard, taking a small spyglass from her pack and looking over the situation.
 
There was, indeed, a young woman, her hands and feet bound, tied to a pole in the middle of the dirt. She was lying on an angle, facing the ground, her legs splayed out behind her and her cock openly lying in the dust. Mei felt her heart jump as she noticed that she, too, was dressed in ninja garb, but it was mostly sliced apart at this point, and the cause was immediately apparent. "Again," called a deep, matronly voice. Mei watched as a guard raise a cat-o'nine-tails slowly above her head, and she flinched as it struck home in the defenceless woman's back. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the air, and Mei bit her lip, her arousal even greater than before. She could see the blood running a river down the ninja's back, looking more like ground beef than human flesh, her head rolling in unbelievable pain, her tongue out, and more blood seeping from her mouth. "Please… please…" she gasped, "No more!"
 
"More," said the imperious woman, and the guard grinned and lashed her again, this time swaying to her back foot and really putting her strength into it.  The kunoichi screamed until her throat was raw, which devolved into a pitiful, sobbing burble as the guard waited for her mistress to continue. Mei watched her shaking form as she repeatedly tried to stand, but her legs didn't have the strength to push her up.
 
Then the speaker, the castle's mistress, Lady Shiro, stepped forward, dressed in an immaculate blue dress and wearing a terrible grin. "You think you can sneak around my castle at night? Rummage through my things? Give everyone a terrible scare? You're in for another thing." She sank to her knees, turning the girl's head towards her and smiling sweetly. Mei thought she saw the kunoichi's face light up in the hint of hope, but she knew that it was the same hope an ant has against a rampaging dinosaur.
 
Shiro said something quietly, tilting her head. Whatever she said made the other ninja's face drain of all color. Mei watched, her hand gently stroking her cock, as the girl nodded slowly after almost ten seconds of thinking. Shiro grinned widely, her eyes twinkling, as she withdrew a dagger from underneath her dress. The ninja shuddered with fear as it appeared. Through her spyglass, Mei could make out the mistress's words as her mouth moved.
 
"Do it."
 
Without waiting, Shiro stood up and kicked the ninja onto her back, still dangling from the post, her arms twisted painfully above her, causing her to cry out. Mei looked at her ample bosom, her tits pressed tightly together by her outfit, a wide viewing-hole cut straight through to show everyone the perfect cleavage of her fat boobs.
 
The real pain sunk in a second later, when the dirt infiltrated the ground beef that used to be the muscles on her back. She screamed desperately and arched her body like a cat, pushing down with her legs to get her raw flesh away from the hideous dirt. Mei's cock jumped when she realized that they had broken the girl's legs. She was only pushing down with her thighs. There was no strength at all from her knees down. A dark spot appeared in Mei's pants.
 
Lady Shiro cut a single arm free of the post, and it flopped down to the kunoichi's side immediately, as she panted and moaned feverishly. "DO IT!" she roared, bending down and inadvertently sticking her ass in the air as she pressed the ceremonial knife into the girl's palm. Mei caught a glimpse of the mistress' thick, dangling cock.
 
The ninja bit her lip and wrapped her slender fingers around the blade. She continued to whimper and whine, unable to keep herself away from the ground. Shiro knelt again and started to fondle her breasts, first through the fabric, then brushing it aside and pinching her nipples. She whispered something to the ninja, and the poor girl moaned loudly. Mei started to play with herself in earnest. She had no idea what was coming. She was witnessing something unique.
 
The ninja-girl laid the knife on her stomach and reached down, shuffling down her pants until her cock flopped out. It was tiny and pathetic, her body had lost so much blood…
 
"Do it," Shiro breathed, licking her lips, not caring as the guards watched on.
 
She gulped and pulled the knife into her hand, wrapping her fingers around her dick. Mei's eyes widened as she got a hint of what was about to happen. Her sense of human decency tried to get her to move forward, to stop them, to distract them, but her lust was overpowering. She needed to see what was going to happen.
 
The ninja slowly aligned the blade with the base of her cock, as she panted and shook, her eyes locked onto her penis. Shiro was staring too, her hands deep in the folds of her dress, licking her lips and urging her on. "Do it, do it! I'll let you go free as soon as you do…"
 
Mei saw the ninja's face tighten, her eyes wrenching shut, just as Mei peaked, and the ninja sliced straight through her limp dickflesh. Mei moaned loudly as she squirted her seed into her pants, watching the bone-white boner flop to the ground as the ninja's head laid back onto the post, a portrait of repressed pain.
 
"Scream, you bitch," said Shiro dangerously, as the ninja moaned deliriously, her stump of a penis squirting blood mixed with white goo. "I SAID SCREAM!" she roared, and stabbed her through the throat, her breath catching audibly in the courtyard. Shiro stood up and watched her die, gurgling and twitching unpleasantly for almost a minute before her eyes started to flutter. With her final gasp, she reached out to the mistress, and her arm fell to the ground. Her head flopped backwards, showing the gaping hole that was her throat, and for an instant she was a headless, dickless girl, and after that instant passed, she was a corpse.
 
Mei panted, lying on her butt, and watched through the spyglass as Shiro wiped her dripping hands on her dress. "Guards," she said, "Take the body away, put it with the rest. And someone get me out of this bloody outfit before my daughter arrives. Find me something suitable, or I'll have another head today."
 
 
 
 
 
Hours on hours passed in total boredom as Mei waited for nightfall. Since she couldn't move between floors, she couldn't keep an eye on the mistress as she moved through her castle, and had no idea where she was until late in the afternoon when she passed briefly through the third floor, with a guard on either side. Mei's killing sense was twitching wildly. It would be so easy just to drop down on them… They thought the ninja was dead… But she let her calmer head prevail, and let her bloodlust subside, her cock pulsing into flaccidity. She only watched as Lady Shiro went through into the master bedroom, shuffling the sheets and pulling the closet doors closed, then leaving after looking around for a little while. Mei tried to discern meaning from the actions, but it seemed to be the effortless eccentricities of the Shiro Clan's head to not even realize how insane it must seem to re-make one's bed in the afternoon.
 
Mei yawned. Moping around all day had its way of making one very tired. She decided to take a nap in the rafters above the bedroom and wait for everyone to go to sleep.
 
When she woke up, she knew immediately that she had made a mistake. She felt sore and stiff, like she had slept for a long time. She listened for the sound of breathing, and determined that nobody was in bed yet. She slid the ceiling square out of the way and dropped down, landing almost silently, dashing towards the closed door. She pulled it open, cursing as it squealed on its primitive hinges, then closed it again, sequestered behind the frilly nightdresses. Even if someone was to come right into the closet, it was unlikely they'd see her unless they were carrying some source of light with them. She blended perfectly with the clothing in the near-total darkness.  Her cock throbbed, begging to be touched, excited by the anticipation of the kill.
 
She didn't have to wait long before she heard a pair of footsteps coming down the hall. She bit her lip and pressed her face out of the dangling clothes to get a better look through the slitted closet door.
 
Two people entered, both wearing white dresses. One of them was a little bit shorter, and she was leading the other one by the hand. Mei heard giggles as they climbed into bed together, and she allowed a slight grin to crawl onto her face. The idea of watching them fuck was so lewd… She could hear them begin to kiss, then kiss loudly, the dark shapes of their bodies moving beyond the veil of the four-poster bed. Slick noises and moans issued forth in quick succession, then paused as one of the figures reared back with a loud exhale. "Watching you kill that girl was so satisfying," said one of the voices breathlessly, low-pitched with lust. Judging by her voice, Mei knew it was one of the guards. She watched as the one on top started to move slowly up and down. "Uhnnhn… Ride me," said the other one. She couldn't tell which woman was on top, but it sounded like one of them was the Lady Shiro.
 
The next few minutes were wordless passion, animalistic grunts and hot, wet moans as they rubbed their bodies together. Mei watched them go at it, practically drooling, both hands cupping her rock-hard six-inch dick, which was peeking its head out of her pants and starting to get wet with precum. She heard one of them gasp loudly, as the other giggled and squealed, it seemed like the bottom girl was squirting her cum onto the top's face.
 
"Your ass is so warm," said Shiro's voice, and Mei could see the bottom girl lean forward and they began to make out in earnest. She watched Shiro grab the guard's ass, kneading it roughly, stretching it open, then sliding her a few more inches down until she was totally speared on her dick. "Good girl," she said, brushing her hair lightly, kissing her gently, "Take it all." She spanked her, then grunted, wrapping her arms around the guard's back and thrusting gently, burying her face in her tits as she squirted her load deep in her ass.
 
Mei was openly masturbating at this point, her glistening dick making small wet "slk" noises as she peeled her foreskin back and forth. Her balls felt cold and she wished that she could crawl into bed with the girls. Because she had waited so long to fap as she watched them, she didn't reach her peak, and could only watch, disappointed, as they dove into the covers, hiding their fun from her peeping eyes. The only thing she could see was a large bump in the sheets, moving up and down methodically, certainly a warm blowjob to finish off a creampie. Mei's dick didn't soften, but she couldn't cum either, and slowly her lust drained until she was left with nothing but an erection and a mission again.
 
"Thank you, dear," said Shiro. The bedsheets started to shift. "Enjoy your sleep."
 
"But—" said the other voice, before being silenced. "See you tomorrow," said Shiro, and rolled over into the comfort of her bed.
 
Mei watched hungrily as the shapely form of the guard walked slowly from the room, her long cock dangling in front of her. With her hand on the door, she turned. "Can I get a robe to cover myself with?"
 
"Sure," said Shiro from the bed, after a moment's pause. "Go ahead. They're in the closet."
 
The ninja's body tensed with danger, and she pulled back from the clothes. She stilled her heart and stopped breathing, knowing that she had enough breath for maybe 40 seconds. More than enough for a guard to pick out a nightcloth, right?
 
The door creaked open, and Mei winced. She was only two feet from the guard. Maybe it would be best to stab her now, then run to kill the mistress? No, one of them may scream, and that would be awkward indeed. Ninjas must do their work as quietly as they can.
 
Fifteen, twenty seconds. Twenty-five. It was a long time. Mei's breath was starting to run out just as the guard picked out a black nightie and slowly put it on, one leg at a time, bending purposefully to give Shiro a view of her round ass, accidentally giving Mei a facefull of half-hard girlcock. It really was a magnificent piece of meat. It was much bigger than Mei's, which was rather average. Her large, dangling breasts teased Mei's eyes too. The guard was everything Mei had never been, but at the same time she was lesser than she was. She was stacked, and beautiful, and powerful, and had a steady and relatively low-stress job of protecting Lady Shiro. Mei was a ninja, a highly-trained assassin who worked alone in incredibly-deadly situations. It was this training that gave her the foresight for what she did next.
 
Mei stuck her foot out, just a little, straight into the space between the open hinge of the closet. The guard tried to close the door, making the hinge squeal, and it crushed her toe slightly, but remained open. "What the?" she heard her say. She jerked the door, and pain erupted through her body, but she kept absolutely silent, another ear-splitting squeal. Shiro said, "Just leave it!" and, sheepishly, she left.
 
And with that, Mei had slipped one past the guard. The squeaky closet door had been left open. "I win," she whispered, as she gave her cock a single stroke from base to tip. The guard said "good night" as politely as she could, then closed the door.
 
Mei waited for a long time. She didn't know exactly how long it was, but as soon as she started dozing off where she stood, she knew it was time to move. Silently, she crawled from the closet, sliding her feet across the wooden floor, only a whispering, ghostly shhf betraying her position. She was utterly safe.
 
It took her almost five minutes to get to the bedside, and by then, her cock was dripping with fluids. She couldn't stop herself from imagining how good it would feel to kill this woman, this psychopathic mistress who had forced a fellow ninja to cut her own cock off. She wondered what Shiro would have done if the ninja had screamed for her when she wanted. Would she really have let her go?
 
"Oh, you're back?" said the woman in the bed. Mei froze. She was still awake. Her mind raced. She knew it would be impolite not to respond. She tried to deepen her voice.
 
"I couldn't sleep," she said finally, following her lusty thoughts down a dark path. "I figured I'd…"
 
"You don't have to make up stories," giggled Shiro, uncharacteristically. "You're horny, I get it. Come on, I want you to fuck me." She pulled the blankets aside and spread her legs slightly, revealing a small cock.
 
Mei's dick leapt to full attention, excited at the incredible prospect of fucking the daylights out of Lady Shiro before cutting her heart out. But it would be so simple just to kill her now.
 
It's easier to slit someone's throat when you're in bed with them.
 
It was one of the most basic ninja principles. Slutting was always an alternative to getting someone alone in a dark alley. Mei couldn't believe her luck. She'd get to fuck the woman, get her rocks off, then finish off her target and escape before the sun even came up. She peeled her clothes off as quickly as possible and jumped into bed playfully, her cockhead brushing up against the sheets. She stood on her hands and knees overtop the busty woman. I can only hope it's dark enough that she won't recognize me.
 
"Come here," Shiro said, and pulled Mei into a deep kiss, her hand cupping her ass as she slid her tongue inside. Mei was almost taken aback by her forwardness, but then realized that as far as this tart was concerned, she had already taken two loads from the woman in bed with her in the last half hour.
 
They kissed for a few seconds, but Mei was already so horny that she couldn't stand the foreplay. She pulled away and grabbed the woman's cock gently, rubbing her thumb along her frenulum, enjoying the way her bunched-up skin let her thumb sink in ever so slightly into the warmth. Her glans was still covered in her cum from before. "Naughty girl," she ventured to speak, which elicited a deep moan of pleasure from the girl. Mei had an idea. "What do we call naughty girls?"
 
"I'm… your fucktoy," Shiro said, grinding her thigh against Mei's cock, making her groan. "I'm your cocksleeve cumdumpster. Please fuck me…" she moaned, wrapping her arms around Mei's shoulders and pulling her forward, forcing her dick inside her welcoming ass. Mei gasped as she was suddenly –finally- enveloped in warm tightness. That sensation she'd been missing for over a week since she began her journey to the castle. The fact that Shiro wasn't acting like herself went totally below her radar, in the haze of lust.
 
She stuck her dick halfway in a few times, pulling out fully. It was sticky inside, wet with the guard's cum. Mei bit her lip as she realized that the mushroom of her dick was going to pull out all of that previous semen until she had no choice to get pregnant with Mei's own fluids. She moved her hand under Shiro's knees and pulled her legs up, tilting her butt until she could see that dark, inviting pit between her perfect spherical ass cheeks. "Hnnnnnng," she grunted, and started to fuck her properly. Her cocksleeve cooed, and Mei could see her eyes sparkle in the darkness. She settled into a comfortable breeding rut, a contented smile on her face. She was in heaven.
 
"What happened?" Shiro gasped suddenly. "You were so big before."
 
"I'm, uh, just getting warmed up." Said Mei cheerfully, still trying to make her voice as deep as she could. "Still soft."
 
"You feel hard though, are you okay?"
 
"Definitely!" she chirped, and grabbed her giant boobs roughly, kneading them in a very successful attempt to get her mind off of Mei's insufficient dick. "Ahn!" she croaked, and Mei could feel as Shiro wrapped her fingers around her girlish cock. "Don't touch," warned Mei, "I'll get you off with just your butt."
 
"Okay," said Shiro submissively, her hands moving to her chest, pushing her tits together and making nice cleavage for Mei to look at as she pounded her.
 
And she did pound her. Shiro's moans grew longer and louder until she was practically wailing under the powerful thrusts of Mei's dick. They couldn't afford to be heard. Playfully, Mei wrapped her arms around her throat and pushed, her thumbs squishing her esophagus, quieting the woman, who bounced up and down along with her force-fucking, now making tiny sheepish moans. Mei felt Shiro's hands wrap around her wrists, quite gingerly, just getting a hold on her instinctively. She blinked and whined cutely as Mei choked her gently, the loudest noises now being the unsubtle slap of skin on sweaty skin as they fucked.
 
Mei reached climax in only a minute or two, tightening her grip around the sides of Shiro's throat as she felt her swinging balls tighten. The mistress grunted and squirmed slightly, anger and confusion appearing on her brow as her sense of danger peaked. "Whkk—" she said, but was immediately silenced as Mei crushed her windpipe and threw her head back in ecstasy, squirting that warm hole full of her own salty seed. Mei heard her squeal, deep in her chest, and she made gagging noises.
 
"I'm going to plug up every hole," Mei said darkly, not bothering to conceal her voice anymore. "And then the world will know that Mistress Shiro's evil will not stand."
 
"No… no!" she grunted, clawing at Mei's hands until she was forced to release her. "I'm not Lady Shiro, I'm her daughter!"
 
Mei Han's body kept pumping automatically for her, even as her brain disengaged from her senses. A thousand horrible thoughts swirled in her brain. I have to kill this girl. Then I have to kill her mother. She pulled a katana from her back with a deadly SHHHHING and raised it above her head.
 
"Don't kill me!" she said quietly, desperately. "I'm not like her!"
 
Mei paused. The only thing that made her pause was that the young Shiro hadn't screamed for help. Instead she whispered. "What!?" Mei hissed, laying the blade across her throat.
 
"I hate her… she's vicious and cruel… and I only let her fuck me because I'm afraid of what might happen if I don't."
 
Mei suddenly realized that she was still pumping away at the poor girl. She pulled free and wiped her dick of cum on the sheet. "Really?" she whispered.
 
The beautiful Shiro child nodded. "I've been looking for some way to get rid of her… and then you come along and make it all so easy," she said, nearly giggling. "And you cleaned all that nasty cum out of me too. I'll be pregnant with your child and nobody will be any wiser."
 
Mei climbed from the bed and scratched her neck awkwardly. "Okay, I guess," she said. "I'm going to get my clothes on, and then I'm… gonna go kill your mom."
 
Shiro cheered silently and threw her arms up in the air.
 
 
 
 
 
Mei opened the door at the wrong time. She was dizzy with bed-lust and sleepiness, and didn't think to check for a guard. A stocky woman in armor was standing right outside. Their eyes met, and before Mei knew what was happening, the soldier had concussed her with her spear. The next thing she knew, she was upside down, being dragged along the ground by her shins, her face rubbing into the hardwood floor.
 
 
 
 
 
"Why did you come?" spat a familiar voice.
 
Mei moaned. Her body felt… bad. She blinked her eyes open and could only see bark. Naturally, this was confusing. She tilted her head up, and saw the pink petals of the cherry-tree as they tumbled inevitably to the ground. Her arms hurt, and then she noticed they were tied to a branch. Her legs were splayed behind her, and they hurt… a lot.
 
"Uhhhhng," moaned Mei, twisting in her binds.
 
"Tight-lipped, huh?" roared Shiro. "I'll fix you!" she walked forward and jammed her fingers into Mei's nostrils, grabbing her chin, and forcing her open. Before Mei could react she jammed her huge cock inside without a second thought. Mei's first instinct was to bite, but she couldn't fight against the woman's strength. Her bulbous cock pushed her throat open effortlessly, sliding deeply inside, making her gag. It smelled wonderful. It was thick and pink and covered in shiny purple veins. The mistress' toned stomach rose like a chiseled mountain in front of her, and she fought the urge to look up at her eyes.
 
"I've spent almost ten minutes tying you up, feeling up your body… Licking you…" said Shiro ominously, " So I'm very, very horny. Please excuse me if I embarrass myself."
 
But she didn't embarrass herself. She fucked Mei's throat furiously, dominantly, for almost five minutes, grunting and moaning as she did. Mei was beginning to lose consciousness as she fought for air against Shiro's fingers and her invading cock. Finally Shiro gasped, her cumvein swelling as the dominant woman dumped her fresh load down Mei's throat. She hummed pleasantly as she rode out her orgasm for more than ten seconds, squirt after squirt gumming up her insides. Eventually, Mei gagged and coughed, spurting sticky white cum back into her mouth until it rolled out of her lips and down her face. Shiro laughed and pulled her cock loose from her lips, then let go of Mei's face. Mei sighed, her chin covered with thick stringy cum.
 
"Ready to talk now?"
 
The ninja shook her head. She would be silent to the death, just as they had trained her.
 
"All right. I have ways of making you talk." Mei watched in horror as Shiro pulled out the same ceremonial knife, still stained with the other ninja's blood. "As you can see, I haven't even had a chance to wash this since I killed the LAST BITCH with it!" Mei moaned quietly.
 
"Ah, I heard a sound," teased Shiro. "I think you know this knife. I think you know what it did to your friend."
 
"She wasn't my friend," Mei said grudgingly. "Ninjas work alone, it was random chance that two ninjas were dispatched to…" she clammed up.
 
"To what?" laughed Shiro. "Kill me?"
 
Mei turned her head, a face-splitting frown on her face. Shit.
 
"If all it takes for you to spill the beans is me pulling out this knife, you're going to be awfully easy to break, little one."
 
Mei gasped as she felt Shiro cut the cloth away from her back and shoulders. "No servants this time to hog all the fun. No whips, no screaming bitches. Just you, me, and the slow death of a knife…"
 
She gasped as she felt the cold steel break her skin, just behind her armpit, and warm blood come rushing out. "That's the sting," Shiro breathed. "Tell me your name, at least, pet?"
 
"…Mei" she mumbled.
 
"Mei… what? That's your first name, I'm assuming."
 
She remained silent. She couldn't betray her family.
 
Shiro drew the knife up and stabbed down, burying half its length in her left shoulder, and she cried out in pain. "Your family name."
 
She said nothing, until Shiro twisted the blade and she felt her shoulder threaten to pop. "Mei Han…" she gasped. The knife disappeared and she let her forehead rest on the soft bark of the cherry tree. She could see the hook-points she had left the previous night. If only she was untied now.
 
"Mei Han, you have a beautiful ass…"
 
She winced as Shiro's hand wrapped around her crotch from behind, her palm resting on Mei's soft cock. "Stand up"
 
Mei stood slowly, feeling the awkward tickle of Shiro's arm on her sensitive taint. She heard the knife slice through the air a second before her pants were shorn down the side. Like pants without a tight belt, they tumbled to a pile around her ankles. "What have we here?" said Shiro, coming around behind her and pressing her crotch against Mei's asscheeks. Shiro's huge cock replaced where her arm had been moments before, arcing around her, Mei's dick resting softly on top of it. She was very hard. Shiro gasped in amusement. "Oh, goody! It looks like your dick wants to play! That's so rare, usually I have to make my own fun."
 
Mei moaned and thumped her head against the tree. Her mind searched desperately for an answer. She thought about her predecessor's situation, and what she might have done to escape. She looked for similarities, differences, anything. "Why… Why didn't you break my legs?"
 
Shiro chuckled. "You're quite attentive… it's because I need you to be able to stand up, for when I do this to you." With that, she pressed her huge cockhead up against Mei's vulnerable, tight rear, eliciting a pained gasp and a whine. Shiro laughed again. "I hope to hear those sounds and many more from you before the night is over.
 
 
 
 
 
Mei collapsed, rivulets of sticky semen gumming up her body. The dominatrix stood above her, her cock still at full attention after five orgasms, each of which produced more semen than Mei would have thought possible given the circumstances. "Come on, you worthless tool," said Shiro, "Is that all you have in you?"
 
Mei nodded sadly, hanging in her restraints. Her ass was full of cream, but Shiro had made sure that she had never cum. Mei had no idea how she had managed that.
 
"You know…" said Shiro. "I didn't notice before, but…"
 
Mei didn't rise to the bait. She stayed quiet and waited. Shiro grunted. "Most ninjas are circumcised… This means you're a foreigner… a would-be ninja, born outside their ranks. Huh."
 
"What's it to you?" breathed Mei in a ragged voice, as a drop of cum dripped down into her eye.
 
"Well, all it means is, you, unlike most ninjas, have never felt the edge of the blade on her penis."
 
Mei gulped. She knew what was coming. The horror of what was coming had kept her from truly appreciating the previous events… Nothing before could ever be as bad as this.
 
"Do you know what I told that other kunoichi?" whispered Shiro, her tongue darting out and licking Mei's ears. "Did you hear it?"
 
"No," she mouthed silently.
 
"If you cut off your dick for me, you'll be free to go. Free as a bird."
 
Mei's delirious eyes focused on Shiro's. For the first time, she noticed how yellow they were. "You killed that girl even after she cut hers off."
 
Shiro pouted. "She wouldn't scream for me. She was a very boring toy. But you've been a good girl. You've given me all the sounds I asked for, and more," she grinned, poking Mei in the ribs with the tip of the blade, making her squeak.
 
"Do it," she ordered, pressing the bloody blade into Mei's hand. "I'll let you go. I promise."
 
Mei had been thinking about this ever since it happened. Would Shiro really let her free? It seemed impossible. But a ninja with no dick was no ninja at all, it was barely even a human.
 
"What do you say?" her smile curled.
 
"O…kay…"
 
"Wait," said Shiro. "Use this." Mei focussed blurrily on some object Shiro was pointing to. She reached down and picked it up, bringing it close, until Mei could see that it was her katana, gleaming as ever. Just as it always had before, it offered her hope and safety, but this time it offered to do so in the most crushing way she could ever conceive.
 
Shiro cut Mei loose and she dropped to her rump without the support of the ropes. She groaned throatily, cum bubbling up out of her mouth. Shiro picked the girl up and turned her around, pulling Mei's ass into her crotch once more. "I'll help you stay up… You just focus on the task at hand." Mei moaned as she felt Shiro's still-hard cock rub against her ass again. As thoroughly-fucked as she was, she could barely keep upright.
 
"Do it," urged Shiro. "I want to watch," she said, pushing her dick into Mei's ass, slimy strings of cum splurting out and dripping to the floor as it displaced the previous loads she had dumped there. Mei sniffed as she felt tears well up in her eyes, and she brought the blade to the bottom of her penis, aligning it with her mons and saying goodbye.
 
"DO IT!"
 
"AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
 
Shiro's eyes bulged as Mei drove the katana straight through her chest, stabbing out the back of her body and straight into Shiro's heart. The woman gasped and choked, so surprised that she fell immediately to the ground and started convulsing, twitching madly, her dick spurting, confused, excited, as her heart rate went completely insane. Mei turned limply and, blood dripping from her mouth, she spat onto the despot, before collapsing and dying, her duty done.
 
 
 
 
 
In the days ahead, the young Mistress Shiro ascended to the throne, and became the loving leader she had always wanted to be. She was not embittered by her mother's ruthless reign, and the knowledge that the selfless ninja's child was burgeoning within her always made her remember to be careful never to make any enemies powerful enough to hire such a woman to once again destroy the Shiro. 









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