Eiko breathed heavily, sore and scared in her chair in the interrogation room. Apart from a clearly one-sided mirror and a chair she was tied to, the room was empty for some time, leaving her to sweat. Ever since the attack on the mountain temple a few years ago, the stories of Katsumi the kawaii ninja girl were spreading like wildfire. It was a bit of local pride, but it inspired girls and martial artists all over Japan.
Vigilantes had been popping up, doling out justice to thugs, crime lords, and trouble makers in general around the country. Peace and safety were in abundance in many parts of their lands. Of course, not everyone is easy to please, and some were downright outraged by this turn. It was how Eiko had wound up where she was.
There was a troop of mercenaries known as the Valkyrie Corps, a part of which were responsible for raiding the mountain temple those years ago and had been handily beaten by Katsumi despite her being vastly outgunned and outnumbered. Some of their units were dispatched by the up and coming vigilantes, but Eiko had heard that there was the Valkyrie Elites, a rank of them even higher and tougher than the soldiers on the mountain.
But on patrol one night, they’d found her rather than finding them, and she was taken down before she even knew what hit her. Captured and unmasked, the mercs must have been grinning ear to ear to find out that not only was she a vigilante, but a daughter of a mayor. The mayor of the very mountain town their sister unit was so disgraced in.
A door finally opened up in the wall (with no apparent indication that it was there previously), giving Eiko a brief glimpse out into a steelish hallway that suggested some sort of official base or lab. An Aryan woman entered, statuesque and broad-shouldered woman. She wore an officer’s coat, but took it off quickly after stepping in to reveal a camouflage tanktop, exposing more of her body and the excessive muscle on her body.
“So, this is the legendary hero?” she said with a raise of her eyebrow, an accent faint but distinct on her voice. “I am not surprised that a little girls couldn’t handle the REAL women of the Valkyrie Elite!” Eiko kept quiet at the remark, but Captain Victoria seemed content to go on by herself.
“As you may have noticed, we’ve been sending out teams to start bringing down your girls. It was cute at first, and got us more jobs from the paranoid crime lords and kingpins, but when they started dropping out of the game, it was just plain bad for business.”
Victoria tossed a folder of photos to the ground, a skillfully practiced motion that let the pictures drift out. Eiko recognized a few of them, but not all. They depicted similar depictions. One had a masked girl stripped nude with whip marks all over her body, unconscious in the streets like a sleeping child. Another was ass up in handcuffs with a cape stuffed in her mouth as a gag. Another was a girl beaten and bruised by her own tonfas, tied so that she straddled a bike rack wedged up her snatch with “Super Cunt” written in English on a sign around her neck.
“We’ve gotten rather good at it,” Victoria said as Eiko stared in dread at the pictures. “So much that we can break a play-pretend superhero in as little as an hour without even any tools.” She rolled her broad, solid shoulders as if readying them. “Not that we don’t have them. I should think you’ve figured out what sort of a place you’re in.” She motioned at the bare walls proudly with a beaming smile.
“This is the headquarters of the Valkyrie Elite! The scrubs you dealt with on that lonely mountain were nothing compared to us here! Frankly, we’re not even upset with that entire incident. If they were weak and unprepared enough that a single little Japanese ninja girl could stop them, they deserved it.”
Eiko gave her a puzzled look. Did she have her mistaken for somebody else? It sounded like the work Katsumi did when there was the mercenary forces entering her village. “I don’t…”
“But these!” Victoria boomed over her. “The Elite are hand-picked by me. Specialists in their fields, then trained through Hell to make them capable in all fields of combat and tactical expertise! If you had a prayer of getting out of this room, you’d never make it 50 meters.”
Eiko watched her quietly a moment, then spoke again more tensely and formally. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. That wasn’t me at all. I haven’t been at this very long…””
“We don’t make mistakes in the Valkyrie Elite. The evidence all adds up. We ran your background check, missy. You’re a martial arts-using vigilante. The unit was defeated in your town. You’re the daughter of the mayor of that town! What better way to ensure that any footage of your actions were missing.”
Eiko didn’t mention that their small town wasn’t especially paranoid, and so security cameras were scarce at best. She did mention another flaw. “It wasn’t me! I only became a hero because of what Katsumi did!”
“Whatever you say,” Victoria said, cracking her knuckles. “Even if I believe you, I like to get my information from a credible source. A screaming victim, for example…”
An alarm went off overhead, a small light flashing in sync with it. Victoria hardly raised an eye towards it, but sighed and let her muscles relax rather than tense up. “Managed to draw some attention from your fellow wannabes,” she mused aloud for Eiko. “At least you’ll have company for your… reeducation.”
“Why don’t you let us tend to this little interruption?” purred a voice in one shady corner of the room. Eiko had hardly noted it before, but now she saw a trio of figures there, when she looked hard enough.
“Precisely. Send Felicia and I after the intruder and you can turn off that alarm right now.”
The third didn’t add anything, staying in the darkness fully with her arms folded.
“My girls can handle this,” Victoria said sternly with a brief wave of her hand. “Best of the best, you know! Warrior amazons made flesh!” She turned back towards her captive. “She’ll have her company in no time.”
Outside of the cell, her girls were readying themselves with rapid, practiced efficiency. While tooting her own horn a bit, Victoria’s unit was about as close as you could get to a personal hit-team of supernatural bitches. Victoria had taken the toughest and most talented women she could find, then redoubled their training, and merged them into a unified team that worked like parts in a complex machine. Guns were double-checked, reloaded, and readied as they took positions throughout the hallways of their base. Between their coordination, training, equipment, and home turf, it seemed like nothing could get past their first line of defense.
Said front line consisted of five women, one manning a radio and motion tracking goggles on for good measure. As the team’s point men, out front waited Arlene and Jen.
Arlene was everything Texan. All over her, everything was big, blond, or beautiful. With no particular uniform to the squad, she wore form-flattering jeans and a leather vest over a plaid blouse. She had a hunting knife and a pair of revolvers at her shapely hips. Her casual attire did little to lessen the professional killer she was.
Jen was a blue-eyed brunette, though it wasn’t her facial features that drew peoples’ attention. Size was her greatest asset in many ways, as the massive, hefty chain gun strapped in over her shoulders only drew even more attention to the enormous rack beneath it, the heavy machine gun pressing into her pillow bustline. Between her size and huge rate of fire, and Arlene’s quickdraw and hunter’s senses, the two alone were a major force to be reckoned with to any soldier.
“Stay on your toes,” Jen instructed curtly and quietly to her girls. “This is the main choke point. If anything’s getting in, it’s getting through here. There’s no better place to set up our perimeter.”
“What’s a perimeter?” Highly trained as they were, Katsumi had appeared behind them quick and quiet as a ghost. And by the time they’d turned around, the cutsie ninja girl, in her short silk skirt, fishnets, and perky bouncy boobs, had delivered a punch that took out their communications officers. The two rear guards moved in on her at the first sign of her attack, drawing rifles but Katsumi throwing a pair of bolas at them from within her cleavage. The women shifting into firing stances shouted in surprise and toppled over, tangled up in eachother as Katsumi was quickly on top of them.
Arlene hesitated enough to aim quickly and then fired on the ambushing ninja, but she flipped forward and compacted herself into as small a target possible, landing butt-first into one of the girls’ chests. Her toned little bottom did a fine job knocking the wind right out of her, making her shake just before she bounced off sharply, sending a crouching punch to the throat of the second trooper that made her gag and lay still, eyes wide open but breathing in raspy, heavy croaking noises.
“Ah shit!” After emptying her six-shooters, Arlene went for a quick-loader on her belt, but Katsumi was already up and charging at her. While the women had been the best Victoria could find, Katsumi had been training all the more seriously lately. After finding out that the women on her mountain had been small fries compared to the rest of their forces, it lit a bit of a candle under her. It wasn’t fear, but it was an urge to take on some better foes some day, especially if they should come around bother some of her new friends and comrades.
Katsumi was moving too close and too fast for the cowgirl to target well enough, so she cast aside one gun and replaced it with her hunting knife. She pistol-whipped her other gun at Katsumi’s head, easily blocking the improvised weapon with her forearm. Arlene shifted herself to line her up for a shot by Jen’s machine gun, but Katsumi whipped around in a quick pirouette to disorient both of her attackers on their aim and location.
“I got ‘er!” Arelene shouted, raising her knife for a downward stab at Katsumi. Rather than block, she instead thrust two fingers forward, pressing on the hilt of the knife around the blade. It shoved it back to thump the handle of the weapon into Arlene’s forehead with a “Boop!” mocking sound effect. Arlene was stunned and grabbed for her head, letting Katsumi lean back and throw an uppercut into her tit, smacking the cowgirl’s udder up to smack herself in the face with its immense jiggling. The force of the punch, even cushioned by her own overgrown tits, banged her head into the steel wall behind her and had her slump to the ground.
It just left Jen and Katsumi then. Jen had been warming up and aiming for some time now with the bulky weapon, and she finally had her chance to open fire. Her enormous chest jiggled with the spinning and shaking of the gun, and what would have shaken the ribs right out of a man only made her look all the more sexy and powerful with her built in recoil padding.
Katsumi was still too fast for her, running a few steps ahead of her bullet hose of a gun, even if she was careful enough to aim high so that she’d miss any of her downed allies. While a lesser woman would have relied on the output of bullets alone, Jen angled her shots to force Katsumi into a corner where she’d have no escape but into a butchering demise.
Suddenly Katsumi spun and a knife whizzed through the cloud of lead, slicing neatly over Jen’s shoulder and gun strap… and her bra strap. The gun fell off balance and clanged to the ground, her shirt and bra falling loose to expose of her bouncing jugs. She yelped and tried covering it up, only for Katsumi to press her attack again, leaping up high and spreading her legs.
“No peaking, now!” she warned as her panties flashed for the distracted gunner, only moments before they clamped shut around Jen’s neck. The big woman gagged and found herself choking, Katsumi hanging from her neck and shoulders by her strong legs closed like a vice. Jen managed to stay on her feet, supporting both of their weight as she smacked her fists and the butt of her wrists on Katsumi’s thigh muscles, finding them resistant to her hits as she pulled on Jen’s hair, wrenching her harder into the chokehold before the big woman finally fell to her knees, breathing heavily and finally collapsing onto her belly and bared tits. She wasn’t quite out, but she didn’t have the air left in her to lift up her own gun. She couldn’t even look up as Katsumi stood over her, readying another knife.
It was further down that the next squad of girls frowned at the quiet, and the occasional gunshot despite the radio silence. “Assume the worst,” one muttered, raising a sniper rifle. Her finger braced on the trigger as she heard approaching footsteps, but then pausing as it came closer into view.
“Check your targets,” she warned the crew, just before the… jiggling figure came at them. Jen screamed and ran flailing past them, entirely nude and her famous rack bouncing in the breeze, the clothes slashed from her body. The girls simply had to turn to watch her go, and her big shapely butt jiggling behind her.
“MONSTER! IT’S A MONSTERRR!” Jen raved as she fled, the other girls having to look at eachother once the jiggly sight had left them.
“Monster? The intruder’s a monster?” one pondered.
“It had better be more than one,” grunted Gina, a short but solid black girl clutching her shotgun. “Cuz even a monster on its own isn’t enough to take on the Valkerie Elite.”
“Listen to you lot,” Mathilda scoffed, stepping between them in her heeled boots. “You’ve been listening to Cap’n Victoria’s stories like kids and bloody fairy tales.” The tall woman wore sunglasses, even in the casual light of the hallways, and had an outdated-looking bob o a haircut, like a flapper girl or some incarnation of Lady Gaga.
“Now eyes forward! Intruder’s only got two options and both lead here. And dho deployed a grappling hook?!” one barked.
“What?”
“The target was traveling too quickly to be carrying any heavy artillery. If she wasn’t carrying any heavy duty firearms, no way she could have gotten a knife this deep into steel. And this intruder wasn’t seen carrying-”
Katsumi threw a second kunai on a chord, embedding it deep into the wall beside Mathilda’s head. This one had even come from behind them, when they turned, Katsumi yanked the line on the weapon, jerking the cord to tangle with Gina’s shotgun and twist it from her grip.
Katsumi slid after them, balancing on the rope and kicking one of the guards upside the head. Mathilda fell back to try and get a line of fire, but Katsumi quickly started to mingle with the troops. One girl readied a machete, but Katsumi was behind her before she could even fully recognize her target. She kicked the soldier into the rope embedded in midair, then hopped on the back of her head to press her neck down into it. She gagged as Katsumi’s toned butt pushed down on the back of her head, sitting gracefully on her as her long legs kicked aside the weapons of two more advancing girls. “Consider yourself lucky!” Katsumi chimed to the girl gasping for air under her bum. “You could have been taken out by some nut with a gun, instead of my cute bottom. I know a few boys and girls who’d love to be in your position. Just, you know! Breathing!”
The trapped girl choked out into blackness while Katsumi’s legs whipped here and there to keep the guns off of her and her feet in the owners’ faces. When she felt her captive go lax, she tumbled off into a handstand and spun around, a whirling double kick hitting both of the girls nearby. Mathilda raised her assault rifle to fire at her, spraying her proximity with bullets as Katsumi advanced, gracefully while barely moving out of the weapon’s path. Mathilda’s eyes widened behind her sunglasses, but she continued to retreat and fire until it clicked empty. She went for another magazine when Katsumi got in close enough for Brooke, her hidden flanking agent to step forward from her shadowy corner and grab Katsumi around the upper body in a quick bearhug.
“Hey! Not on the first date!” Katsumi objected, throwing an elbow back into the big Brooke’s ribs. The woman gasped and let go, but it bought Mathilda the moment she needed to swing her gun and smash the barrel into Katsumi’s belly. It would have brought down a normal fighter, but Katsumi was more than normal, even before her recent upgrade, of sorts.
Katsumi still grunted and bent over slightly from the hit, but growled back cutely. “You hit like a girl!” she snapped, leaping up and using her hands to grab the stunned Brooke’s hair as she struck out with her legs to wrap them around Mathilda’s neck. She spin like a horizontal drill bit, whipping both girls off their feet and spinning completely around before smashing down into the ground with her, only that they did so head first. Katsumi bounced back up and went off down the hall, bouncing off each of the girls’ backs like a stepping stone, rewarded with a barely intelligible gurgle of a response.
She rounded a corner and leaned back vertically, just missing a fist that flew at her, even with her bouncing boobies in the way. It got a growl out of Roxetta, a redhead with shoulder-length hair and a thorny vine tattoo peeking out over the edge of her neck. The continuing vine that went down along her belly and a rose blooming on her forearm implied it went all over the fiery red.
“How’d you do that so fast, you little slut?” she hissed, throwing more aggressive punches at Katsumi.
“Ate my vitamins,” Katsumi said casually. “Drank my milk. Stayed in school, like you all clearly didn’t to get a job like this...” She dodged and contorted this way and that, either Roxy barely missing or Katsumi just having fun with her, and the opportunity to only take on one girl at a time.
“Shut up, shut up!” Roxy fumed, finally grabbing a baton off her belt. At that, Katsumi seemed to decide she wasn’t as fun anymore and threw her leg from its normal position to straight upward, the foot smacking into Roxetta’s chin on the way up and staggering her. Katsumi took up a brief martial arts pose and threw both of her palms out together, smashing them into Roxy’s chest to briefly flatten her tits before hurling her into the wall down the hall, bouncing off it doing her rag doll impression.
“Well she was nice,” Katsumi said, seemingly to herself before trotting off.
“I ahm done fuckeeng around.” At another chokepoint, three more girls had a perimeter established. Zelda was frustratedly setting up a few small sandbags to weigh down the supports on a portable gun turret.She was a dark-haired French girl, with a thick accent and long twin braids going down to her middle back.
“But we haven’t heard from Beta Team,” insisted Carol, an oaky brown-haired girl tall enough to be called Amazonian if she weren’t so thin for her size. Her walkie crackled a bit and she picked it up. “Beta Team, is that you? Come in! Over!”
“AHHHH! NO! NOT THAT!”
“STOOOOP!”
“MY PANTIES! HEY!”
The group was quiet a moment before Carol knelt down and helped Zelda feed a chain of bullets into her turret.
“Ya, I thought zo,” Zelda grunted. “I don’t care what she can do, zis intruder cannot dodge somesing that will fill the entire hall with bullets.”
“You hear that?” Their spotter looked around, raising a hand for silence. Nina was a caramel colored Native American, notable for a few tribal-looking trinkets on her jewelry and uniform. There came a gentle plinking noise, as if someone was stealthily rolling a grenade, or even just dropping a pin.
Zelda readied herself behind the turret as the other girls readied their own rifles. There was silence for a bit, then Katsumi threw another tiny blade, connecting with a second support on the turret but not totally cutting through it, just thinning it. She suddenly rushed around the corner and threw her third tiny ring of steel, this one wedging into the trigger of the weapon. The sudden rattling of the weapon snapped the supporting legs, making it fall to the floor awkwardly and spray gunfire wildly at its owners, causing them to leap for cover shrieking like schoolgirls confronted by a swarm of angry bees as Katsumi leapt over the girls and their rogue gun.
Victoria listened grimly to her communicator, and checked a tablet-like device now and then, notifying her of occasional lost contacts. Two patrol girls came by the door with an update, ignoring Eiko as she sat in quiet observation and stifled hopeful grins.
“We’ve got heavy fire going on in Sector 17. One of the mounted guns are misfiring!”
Victoria growled lowly to herself, barely above a sigh. “Seal the barriers for that sector. Keep it and the would-be rescuer in one place. The two problems should solve each other, with any luck.”
One of the troops went to trigger the controls as the other looked at Victoria with a moment’s pause, but then went off as well.
“What about your girls in there?” the prisoner asked, seeing that the captain was distracted from beating or interrogating her any further for now, as long as the alert was in full effect.
“If they meet their end from this enemy, they’ll find their way to Valhalla and join the truest valkyrie sisters. Those who are just wounded will be disciplined for failure to execute their duties.”
Eiko looked at her in silence, but eyes wide in surprise. “You really believe that, don’t you?” she dared to ask.
“It’s why I don’t bother with any real medics in this facility. Pure warriors here. They can take care of themselves or they weren’t worth being a member of this unit.”. Her radio crackled again.
“Captain, we’ve got visual back online at 17.”
“Report.”
“No casualties, ma’am. All the units wounded. No sign of the intruder, either.” Victoria grunted in disgust, but the report went on. “Several of the girls have been treated already.”
“Come again?”
“They appear to have Hello Kitty band-aids on their smaller wounds… ma’am. From the intruder. And no sign of her in the sector.”
Victoria looked momentarily ready to hurl her radio before stopping herself with a deep breath. “Shes toying with us now.”
“So let US toy with her,” purred the shadowy voice. Eiko looked up as three figures stepped out from within. They were all dressed in black leather, shiny but built to keep themselves concealed even in the minor shadows.
Black Kat was a white haired vixen (a wig, unknown to Eiko or most others), long and curly to add further covering to her already masked eyes. Her black gloves ended in small, fine, but very sharp claws, tipping her fingers as an extension of her nails. She seemed to have a bit more muscle to her than her closest partner, Kat Lady, tightly coiled and nimble though not particularly any deadlier.
“Please let us, captain. I just can’t wait to sink my claws into those little cat toys of hers. Those tits are too perfect to belong to that little runt! Don’t you think, Selina?”
“Selina,” better known in her career as Kat Lady, was a similarly pale woman, dark haired and toying with a zipper at the front of her neck, as if threatening the world with her cleavage. She licked her lips and leaned over, teasing her zipper down slowly to bare some of her cleavage to the onlooking captain and Eiko.
“Claw up whatever you like, Felicia,” she mused, a bit more seriously and focused than her partner seemed to be. “So long as there’s something left on her for my whip to ruin, I’ll be satisfied.
Widow was the quietest of the two. She dressed similarly, but had deep red hair and kept her arms folded and red-painted lips shut. She looked meaningfully at Victoria, Eiko wondering why the third of the suited mercenaries was giving her such an aggressive stare as she awaited her commands.
“Move out,” Victoria growled with a wave of her hand. “But behind my girls. I’ll show that they can handle anything that comes at us, or they’re not fit to be part of this troop.” Quick and quiet as shadows, the women left with only the echo of Black Kat’s hauntingly playful giggles left behind. Victoria watched them go, then clipped her radio to her broad hips. “Not til I put them down myself…” she growled, stepping out of Eiko’s cell and signalling the guard watching the outside of the door. “Get in there and watch the prisoner. I’m taking the field.”
Katsumi did a neat baseball slide under the closing gate to what was mark Sector 17, escaping the shouts and panicking girls behind her sealed off by the barrier. She got on the move again, a jiggilicious jog that devour the distance with her long legs and quick pace. She moved fast enough to slide around a corner so quickly that one of the guards was caught completely off guard, and the others in her batch of three only alerted to the ninjette by their teammate’s squeal of surprise.
Katsumi suddenly drew and threw a smoke bomb at her feet, making the guards cough and shield their eyes and mouth. smoke spreading rapidly and concealing the cute ninja. Yasmine, an Israeli girl with a tight bun of dark hair behind her head and a great, long rifle in her hands, already had goggles over her eyes to protect her vision. She heard thumps and slashes in the smog, waiting for any cue of her target. As the best sniper and general shot in the team, she lined up her rifle with the shadow coming towards her in the thick smoke. She had a finger ready on the trigger when the shadow shrieked “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” She held fire as Casey came shrieking out of the cloud, holding her bare chest as she ran fearfully for an exit, face bright red with embarrassment.
Yasmine had a moment to wonder what had happened to her top, especially so quickly. That seemed to be all the time Katsumi had needed to get behind her, Casey’s bouse in hand as she wrapped it up and wound it around Yas’ neck. She gagged and thrashed, Katsumi pulling her around like a short, harsh leash. The Israeli swung and clawed back at her, unable to get a firm grip on her so resorting to raising her gun, aimed away from her but ramming the butt backward, slamming Katsumi in the jaw with a surprised grunt.
Yasmine slipped free, taking one knee and leaning on her gun as she coughed heavily,struggling just to get her feet under her. Katsumi rubbed her cheek a bit, but the foreign sniper just started to raise her head to see Katsumi flip at her, a spinning downward kick smashing over her head, slamming her face in the floor out cold. She caught her breath and shook out her arms, refreshing herself after a moment of short-lived resistance.
At least it seemed short-lived. A half dozen more hit-girls came around the corner, headed by a wild punk-looking girl brandishing a flamethrower, its torch already lit beneath its mouth and short, scythe-like blades on the sides of its tip. Sofia was a lean Latina girl, wearing little apart from her tank top that could be mistaken for a sports bra, and low-hanging chamo pants that showed off a thong and multiple tattoos on her belly, breasts, neck, and underneath. The girls raised weapons, unleashing cover fire that Katsumi still zipped between the blasts of lead as she closed in. Sofia licked her lips eagerly, having heard of the things her cousin Catalina had done to her by the ninja bitch, and was eager to not so much avenge her as prove that she was the better, badder girl.
Just when Katsumi came into range, she cranked up her flamethrower and blasted fire through the hall. Katsumi shifted her footing to run forward along the wall, and gave a whirling swipe of her arms that pushed a burst of air, shoving the flames away. Once she was close enough, though, Sofia swung her flamethrower sideways, the blades slashing at the ninja cutie. She had to contort to land beside her, the knife-edge still managing to slice at her top and make her breasts bounce hard enough to stretch and tear the already exposing cleavage line, the edges of her areola visible as they jiggled up and down.
“Phew! Close one! Though I tripped on your pipe there!” Katsumi sighed casually as she spun to face the women again. Sofia paused a moment, then looked down to the tubing of her flamethrower where Katsumi had yanked one loose. It flapped around wildly, spewing a short but strong gout of flame that quickly caught onto Sonia’s baggy pants and whatever other clothing it could reach. The girls started shrieking, Katsumi staying daintily out of reach of the flailing fire as Sonia hurried to get her pants off.
“Stop! Get it off! I can’t stop it!” She shouted commands as the other girls rapidly started catching fire, only just escaping any severe burning by throwing off their clothes in mimicry of their squad leader. The clothes stayed aflame, and spread smoke quickly through the hall. Sprinklers went on overhead, mixing smoke and steam in the hall so that when Sonia was left in just her thong, she looked up to find that she could barely see a yard in front of her.
“Girls?! Report!” she called into the messy mists. She saw the figure of Ashley almost walk right into her, fully nude and lean-muscled figure jiggling. “There you are, boss!” she sighed, assured at finding her commander again. “I couldn’t YAAA!”
A chord lashed out around her ankle, yanking her off her feet and sliding along her belly and breasts back out of sight into the mist. “Rrgh! You crazy ninja dyke,” Sonia fumed, a few vague smacking noises coming from the cloud around her.
Two more of her girls shrieked out, jumping as they backing into eachother ass first. They spun to find the other a friendly target… just before Katsumi dropped from the ceiling, clamping her thighs around their necks and slamming their faces together. She rolled neatly away from their downed bodies, slinking low and swiping her foot to take the feet out from under Sofia. She landed with a grunt that made the other girls turn in the mist, desperate for anything to guide them. Katsumi circled around as they headed for her, snatching up a slim black girl in a stifling stranglehold. She smacked Katsumi’s arm but couldn’t get out a cry for her teammates.
Sonia managed to regroup with Helga, sneering as only the big, clearly German built woman appeared. “So she got the rest. Stupid bitch won’t just come out and fight!” she barked threateningly.
“I wouuuuld,” Katsumi chimed somewhere in the mists, the girls’ heads swinging to try and pinpoint her location. “But all that fire kinda scared me!”
Sonia felt sure that her flamer was out of gas by now, if not doused by one of the sprinklers. “I don’t need any fire! I can break you in half with my bare hands, little Jap!” Helga growled back.
“Come and get me then, big girls!” Katsumi crowed, her voice suddenly in a clear location as she seemed to have settled in one place. Both girls moved on her position, slow and stealthy after having figured what was happening to their allies so far.
They reached the edge of the hallway, feeling the steel wall. “I’m sure she was this way,” mused Sonia, only a faint giggling cuing her to look up. Katsumi clung to the ceiling, hands hanging like an upside down monkey by one of the exposed sprinklers.
“Told ya fire scared me. So thought I’d fix your sprinklers.” Katsumi kicked off the ceiling, yanking the spigot as she dropped to the floor, safely out of reach as the sabotaged sprinkler blasted down at the two women with the power of a firehose, blowing them off their feet as the wet, mostly nude women were blasted down the hall like ragdolls in rapids.
Katsumi dusted off her hands as she walked out of the smoke cloud, then got a running start down the last wing of the base towards the holding cells. Two girls started to come up a flight of stairs, just as Katsumi jumped up and delivered a double kick to their chins. The girls stumbled and hit the floor, letting the ninja jump onto their backs and ride them down the steps like busty bobsleds, shrieking in jittery voices as their tits bounced over the steps just before their heads hit the ground floor, Katsumi flipping off of them and landing with a “tadaa!” pose of a gymnast.
“Well, I do hope there’s more of them,” she chimed.
“Valkyries? Just one.” Katsumi smiled up at the officer appearing, Victoria tugging on a set of black fingerless gloves. She still had her officer’s coat over her shoulders, staring down the ninja sternly. “You’re the one that’s been taking out all my girls like they were Barbie dolls?”
“Yea, they got tired. I thought they’d have more pep, but seems like they couldn’t ‘keep it up,” Katsumi giggled childishly.
“Well do hope they put up a better fight than the village incident,” Victoria growled back. “Those were expendables. Our B Units. Close, but never one of them full fledged Valkeries like the girls you’ve been facing today.”
“Yea, I see the resemblance. The way they lost felt familiar, just lasted a little longer.”
“And here they’d been training for two years, just for this job.”
“Well this must be super disappointing, huh?”
Furious with the girl belittling her unit, Victoria drew her trusty old Luger and opened fire on her. Katsumi held her ground, jerking and contorting in place to avoid the bullets in a mad dance, but unable to find an opening to advance. When she heard the click of the clip chamber emptying, she zipped in quickly in a B-line for her.
Victoria threw some well-paced jabs at Katsumi, but even after her workout so far, she danced and wiggled around them. Victoria tried for a hook at her cute little face, but the ninjette slipped into a split, ducking under it and slamming a double palm strike into her belly. "Audience in the first row, you will get wet!" she teased.
"UGH!" Victoria grunted crudely and splashed spit from her lips over Katsumi's head, trying to throw a knee at her face from her new position but Katsumi performing a reverse flip to roll onto her hands and then her feet again, back upright.
Victoria snarled and advanced on her again, this time feinting a kick to drive Katsumi towards a wall and grabbing hold of her dark hair. Katsumi gave a short, girlish shriek as she got her grip on her, getting the captain to grin wickedly before Katsumi let herself drop to the floor, spinning herself back upward to double kick Victoria in the side of the head for payback.
The big blond went back staggering, rubbing her temple and sneering at the young fighter. "I know you have your knives! You'd better grab them if you want a prayer!"
"But that wouldn't be faiiir," Kastumi whined mockingly in a childish tone. It grated Victoria enough to snarl and bull rush the petit ninja girl, driving her back and slamming her into her the steel wall behind her.
Katsumi palmed her chin, trying to shove her head back and squirm away, but Victoria managed to get her fingers behind Katsumi's back and link them together, squeezing her into a bearhug.
Katsumi squeaked from the pressure forcing the air out of her, kicking frantically at Victoria's legs but the captain held firm. She was just starting to grin in confidence when Katsumi snaked an arm free, jamming her fingers into her armpit sharply in a knife shape.
"AHH!" Victoria gave a high shriek of surprise, jolting back a step and letting go of the ninja girl. Katsumi was still quick to stay on top of her, tailing her retreat and grabbing her by the fingers, twisting her arm and jamming two more fingers into her tight forearm muscles. Victoria jerked and pulled back, Katsumi letting her go as she raised one arm into a boxing stance. The other hung limp, getting her to glance down at it and rubbing at the limb, but it still dangled uselessly at her side.
"What did you do, you little witch?!" she hissed furiously.
"Just some basic pressure points. All that muscle makes yours really prominent and sensitive. You should try yoga. It's good for that kind of stuff, and would help with that temper. And probably help you burn off some of that fat you're getting on your hips there."
Victoria screamed in fury at her, something in German that Katsumi only recognized the worded "Valkeries" in. She threw a frenzy of blows at Katsumi, having to work harder to dodge but seeing Victoria leaving herself wide open. She stuck out her tongue just before dodging an incoming punch, smashing into the metal wall behind her and shouting as she clutched her good hand to her chest tenderly. Katsumi lunged at her, making her try to raise her guard but Katsumi flipping gracefully over her with hardly a flick of her wrists.
"There," she said, dusting off her hands without looking back at the brawny blond. "You got your wish."
"The hell are you talking about, schweinhund?" she cursed back at her, turning around and hearing a tearing noise. She looked down, even that small movement causing another rip to appear on her top.
"You wanted me to use my knives, right?" Katsumi said, flourishing her wrists to produce two more. Her quick and surgical work was showing faster now, as every move from Victoria caused more tears, and her tits simply burst out through the tight fabric entirely. Gasping and blushing more out of panic and humiliation, Victoria was unable to cover herself properly with only one working arm.
Soon realizing the futility, she grabbed a combat knife from her ruins of clothes, charing Katsumi from behind. She barely flinched as she leaned far backward, contorting so that her leg swung up to where her head had been and nailed Victoria in the face, making her stagger a step or two before brain decided that was enough, looking dead on her feet when Katsumi turned and walked over to her, a flirty wiggle in her hips as she leaned in and blew on Victoria's face. The slightest pressure was enough to topple her over cartoonishly limp.
Katsumi giggled at her antics before starting to trot on further. Eiko was waiting, after all...
Just then, there was a faint flourish of black, so barely off in shade from the shadows that it took Katsumi's hyper senses to pick up on it. She contorted to twist around, dodging a high kick that slammed a high-heeled boot into the wall where her head was. She followed it up to lead to the shapely leg and juicy thigh of Cat Lady's black leather-clad figure.
"So they sent a kitten to take on a tiger," she purred sensually before sending another high kick at Katsumi. She tumbled back in a retreat to get to a more comfortable distance, gauging Cat Lady as she did. She seemed quicker than most of the girls she'd faced so far, and much more compitent, but not quite on her own level, and unarmed.
This proved debatable as Cat Lady leaned down low, running her hands teasingly down her legs until her cleavage was plain to see to the ninja, with or without hyperactive senses. A hard black rod was visible, tucked in between her breasts as she grasped it suggestively, pumping it a bit before one sharp flourish brought out a long black whip, slashing it through the air and cracking at the air like a biting snake, Katsumi leaping back just out of its reach.
"Nice strip show, but nice try!" she taunted back, Selina just grinning.
"Oh, I think it worked out fine," she purred as Black Kat burst out from the turn just behind Katsumi, reaching around her to bring her sharpened claws at Katsumi's face. The ninja gasped and grabbed her wrists just in time, holding her off from digging into her pretty face and eyes for a few seconds before throwing her over her shoulder and back towards the whip-crazy seductress.
"Aww, I would have just loved playing with a blinded little mouse," Kat cooed, licking her lips. "So helpless and defenseless. And those melons of yours look ripe for the picking, don't they Selina?"
Katsumi caught her breath, her mentioned melons bouncing with the heavy breathing. The ambush could have nearly done her in, and these two clearly had more on the ball than the goons she'd faced so far. Even Victoria seemed to fall short of these girls. And Black Kat seemed even faster and stronger than Cat Lady, though the whip seemed to help bridge the gap of how dangerous they were.
"Won't you be joining us, Widow?" chimed Cat Lady, Katsumi looking puzzled and looking back over her shoulder. There was a third red-haired woman there, leaning in the corner watching them lazily. She shrugged, perfectly quiet and seemingly content to watch the two cats tear Katsumi apart in her place. Katsumi actually made a point to check on her throughout the fight, only to find she had barely even budged. Even yawned once!
She brought her eyes forward, finding the two women rushing at her suddenly. Cat Lady lead the attack with a whiplash for her chest, Katsumi ducking it only to find Black Kat charging with claws bared in concerningly efficient teamwork. Katsumi avoided it by dodging back behind a support beam, her claws leaving shallow scratches in the metal just the same with a short, jagged screeching noise. As she was still outmaneuvering Black Kat, Cat Lady came about the other side of the beam, grabbing it and whirling to hit Katsumi upside the head with a double kick, leaving her to stumble backward clumsily while Cat Lady whirled around the pole, clinging to it and winding up hanging upside down by only her crossed legs, continuing her mock-stripper theme as she dropped her whip from her cleavage, catching it in her teeth.
Katsumi still staggered when Kat was upon her quickly, grabbing her hair and shoving Katsumi's face with a rough clang into the nearby wall. She held her there and sent a rough knee into her belly, working her over with a few more as Katsumi grunted and coughed in reply to each speedy hit. She twisted her own feet to catch Felicia around her ankle, toppling her to the floor with a bend of her ankle. She tried to rise only to scream as Cat Lady's whip tore across her back, slicing through her clothing as she was whipped like a disobedient slave.
"Can't have that now, sweety," she intoned, and as Katsumi rose to object she clenched her fist around her whip handle for support and slugged the ninja in the face. She stumbled back, letting Felicia stick out her own shapely legs to trip her to the ground, holding her head in a daze as Felicia gracefully leapt on top of her, straddling her hips seductively and giving a cheshire cat grin.
"Well if I'm not just the cat who got the cream," she chided, Katsumi barely able to keep up with her words let alone her moves. She sudenly raised and lashed out with her claws, sinking them through Katsumi's cloth top right into her tender, oversized young breasts.
Katsumi screamed in agony, drowning out the girls' echoing laughter. "OH, she has fight in her! I love it! The fighters always scream the loudest, don't they, Selina dear?" She clenched her claws, sinking her nails in deeper and getting fresh screams as she contorted Katsumi's plump tits to meet the forceful shape of her hands.
"You tell ME!" Katsumi hissed, grabbing her arms and leaning up to headbutt Black Kat in the face. She yowled in surprise, trying to grab her face and rub her nose, but Katsumi keeping her grip on her arms.
"Move, damn you!" Cat Lady growled at her partner, pacing with a hand on her hip and model runway strides. "Give me a clear shot!"
Katsumi thought fast and curled in her legs, bringing them against Felicia's back so they were no better a target. She sent another headbutt into the Black Kat's head, this time cracking her skull under her chin so her pearly teeth clacked together. Katsumi let go with one hand, going to her cleavage to draw a kunai and whip it at Kat Lady, but even up close she used her free arm to roll out of its way, the knife piercing the ceiling instead.
The ninja rolled free, only for another whip crack to lash the weapon around her ankle. She grabbed the floor to try and drag herself away, but Black Kat had recovered and grabbed her other ankle. "Make a wish, kitten!" she taunted, the two pulling back (Felicia by hand, Selina with her whip) and Katsumi looking down, shrieking to see them lining her up to slam her womanhood into the pillar she'd dodged around. She managed to throw down her hands, catching herself just before the steel smashed into her crotch.
"Aww, and I was going to wish for the chance to do it a second time."
"Soften her up some more!" snapped Kat, slashing out her talons to rake a sharp, bloody red streak across Katsumi’s top and breash, freshly scraping them and making her curl up defensively with another howl of pain. Kat went in, raising her claws again and aiming a slice for Katsumi's belly.
This time Katsumi caught her hand, and the other when she went for a second strike. She was starting to catch on, Kat counting on her claws while Cat Lady counted on her whip more than anything. She wrestled with Felicia’s grip, Kat proving strong but unable to resist the pressure from the ninja’s limbs. Her hands arced back inward towards herself, realizing too late what was happening when Katsumi groped her breasts, squeezing through her leather top with her own razor sharp claws.
This did not go over well with Black Kat, yowling in agony and thrashing wildly in her own grasp.
"what? Stop squirming! What is she doing?!" Selina barked at her, trying to circle and see the action as she covered her partner. Katsumi sent a double kick up into Black Kat's belly, letting her fly back into Cat Lady clumsily. She gasped and cupped her big breasts, eyes wide in horror at being forced to inflict such pain on herself.
"That little bitch!" she gasped, Katsumi sprinting up after them. Cat Lady tried to draw back her whip, only to find that Katsumi had knocked Felicia right into the weapon, so the chord pulled under her boot and quickly tangled between the two. Katsumi used the opening to slide between both their legs, throwing up an elbow strike right into Selina's pussy through her tight leather.
"AOOOOW!" she howled, hopping and holding her groin.
"That's some nasty camel toe you got there," Katsumi warned, Kat trying to reach around her partner as the ninja rose again but couldn't get around her in time. Katsumi used her own partner as cover, hiding behind Cat Lady strategically before popping her head up and throwing a stunning jab into Kat's lip or and elbow to her tender titties.
Selina recovered faster than she expected though, and lashed out with her whip. Even at close range, it whirled rapidly around Katsumi's throat.
"About time someone put a leash on you, little girl!" she growled, tightening it with a whirl of her leg to wrap around the whip's length and using her shapely thigh to pull at it.
Katsumi gripped at the leathery rope, considering a knife to cut it but thinking otherwise. Cat Lady gave a backhand slap to her face, a much more feminine move than any of the other fighters so far, confirming Katsumi's suspicions of her being relatively weak without her weapon. She gladly took the hit, barely stinging as she spun to one side with the blow, though intentionally so. She unraveled much of the whip around her neck, making it more of a longer leash and looser on her.
"I don't normally support leash laws, but you two cats need to get neutored!" she snapped, lunging back at them. She danced nimbly between them, slipping from the last of the whip's clutches as she wove around their grabbing arms and kicking legs. With some graceful dodging and one sharp tug, she tugged and bound them chest to chest.
The girls thrashed and grunted and growled, held tight by both hands of the ninja girl as she grinned at them. She ignored her deep scratches as the womens' own sizable breasts mashed and grinded together, causing more pained yelps and yowls as their chests tried to share a space not meant to fit them both.
"Ow! Stupid! Don't use your claws! I'm right here!" Selina snapped, spittly splashing her partner's face at their intimate closeness.
"Don't blame me for this! It's your stupid whip tying us up!" she growled back, pouty lips brushing against hers.
"Any other day, I'd pull out a video camera and use it to keep myself busy on lonely Saturday nights. But for now, I'm sure you don't mind if I check for any weapons.
"NO!" both women objected, but Katsumi gave another flashing swipe of her knife, neatly cutting open their uniforms without ever penetrating their bindings. “Hey, the carpet doesn’t match the drapes,” Katsumi chided, commenting on the mismatch of Kat’s white wig and dark bush. The women, despite their seductive nature, shrieked in embarrassment as they were bared before their captor. The way they writhed showed Katsumi she had them all but finished, and pulled the whip handle hard to send them spinning out of it. They wound up stumbling, dizzy and drunkenly.
"Ohhh, I think I'm gonna hurl," Selina groaned, her sexy act clearly down the drain. The naked catgirl leaned on the wall with her palms, bare breasts hanging and butt sticking out. Katsumi couldn't help but kick her partner into the same position, then cracking their own whip against their asses.
"I think you owe me an apology! I really liked this shirt!" Katsumi scolded them.
"AHHH! WE'RE SORRY! WE'LL PAY FOR IT! wE SWEAR! JUST LET US GOOO!" howled the once dominant mercs, gettin a giggle from Katsumi. She just kept on lashing, turning their bottoms into what looked like a pair of tomatoes each. When they were sore enough, she could spank them by hand and get just as humiliated and shameful cries out of them.
And still Widow looked on, careless as her girls were beaten and spanked. Eventually, one double slap the whip made the girls jump high off their feet, falling weakly to the ground, legs too weak and tired, and tanned asses up in the air as they blacked out from the pain.
Katsumi tossed the whip aside, looking with a slight frown at Widow, rubbing her sore chest as she talked. "Don't suppose you're just here cuz you like to watch. Not thinking of letting me go by easy?"
"Not a chance," Widow finally said, standing up from her leaning position and approaching, casually rolling her shoulders as she approached, causing her breasts to jiggle.
“I hired the Valkyries to begin with. You’ve been cutting in on my business with your vigilante playtime bullshit. You’re about to be in a lot of trouble, little girl. I just needed a few more sets of hands to try and spank your naughty ass. And seeing as you held off all these losers… I think you’re finally worth my personal attention.”
Katsumi hesitated a moment, keeping her guard up warily. She'd been fighting for about the last twenty minutes, and while none but the cats had proven especially difficult, she was still a bit battered and had to keep her chi flowing just to maintain herself at this level so long. What was more, this Widow woman seemed more dangerous than anything else so far, even while unarmed.
Widow approached her slow and steadily, a patient hunter with all the time in the world and no worries about her prey. Katsumi stayed tensed as her boots clicked against the metal floors, thick and plain black compared to the ridiculous heels that cat-themed mercs had worn.
Katsumi twisted away as Widow's hand formed a claw and lunged at her face, twirling into a dodge but seeing the speedy strike strip a few loose hairs from her head. Surprised at the speed and sheer force of the attack, Katsumi quickly contorted until her head nearly hit the ground, angling her leg to curve upward and smash a heel into Widow's chin.
Staggering back a few paces after the quick exchange, Widow ran a thumb across the corner of her mouth, checking almost lazily for blood. She smiled widely to see a few specks from where her bright white teeth had connected with her cheek. "That's it," she mused in a low, husky tone to accompany her excited smile. "Finally something actually worth killing."
She moved in on the young ninja again, this time a stiff but stylized flow of strikes that immediately gave Katsumi the impression of heavy martial arts training on the muscled redhead. She managed to throw up blocks and sidestep or bob her head away, but they kept her on defense, and blocking some of the heavier hits with her forearms was making them ache from the hammering pressure.
She was forced to yield some ground, and gasped highly as she felt her back hit an unexpected wall. She gripped it with her strong fingertips and heels, sliding up it and flipping over Widow's head. The redhead killer suddenly shot up a hand, catching Katsumi's collar of her attire and ripping her back downward, slamming her back against the wall again with a heavy grunt from both, one in effort and one in pain. Widow followed with a heavy, leather-clad knee to the belly of the young ninja, air rushing from her guts.
Katsumi reached up, jamming her fingers at the nerves in Widow's forearms like she had with Victoria. The powerful woman grabbed her wrist just as the fingers hit flesh, twisting it backward and pinning it against the wall by her waist, getting another girlish cry from her.
"Keep screaming. It'll make for better footage for when I show this to the other crime lords as a show of power."
Suddenly, the ninjette's hand twitched down by her wrist, managing to produce a pair of smoke bombs, hurling them near her feet and vanishing into the shadows. Widow stepped forward and shot a hand into the mist like a snake, grabbing for Katsumi. Her hand grabbed onto a throat and her other send in a few harsh punches, greeted by a wet meaty noise. She yanked her victim towards her, only to find herself holding the dazed and unconscious Kat Lady in her grip, shoved in the way by the young trickster as a decoy.
“Old ninja trick,” Widow mused, surrounded by the thick, twisting smoke. “I thought you were here to fight, little girl!” She tossed her ally aside, pausing a moment before suddenly reaching back into the smoke and coming out with Katsumi correctly this time, catching her in mid-sneak as she held her up by her cute ponytail.
Katsumi whirled and latched her legs around Widow’s neck, attempting to clamp them all the way around her throat but Widow brought up one arm in time to land between her thighs, stopping the vice grip from completing. Still, Katsumi felt her calves and shins clench around her neck, the two girls’ muscles clenching and competing with a noise like stretching leather. It wasn’t a perfect hold, but she hung from Widow’s neck all the same, and it would eventually close up her throat from the sides and choke her out.
So long as she didn’t interrupt her. Unfortunately, Widow used the small gap her hand had created to reach between and send her free hand to punch Katsumi right between her legs. She gave a yowl of pain and fell to her back, curling up holding her womanhood as Widow rubbed her neck idly. “Close call, tiny,” she laughed, as if amused by her potential defeat. “But I’ve got all the advantages here. My turf.” Katsumi clearly struggled just to get to her hands and knees, one on her groin while the other threw a kunai at her. Widow raised a forearm, letting the sharp little dagger bounce off her seemingly leather-clad wrist and spin wildly out of control away from her. “My reinforced power suit, giving me extra strength and resistance.”
She walked up after Katsumi, grabbing her by the hair and reaching under her skirt to grab her by the panties, lifting her up with a husky grunt over her head, holding her there a moment before slamming her body back down across her knee, getting a painful wail from Katsumi as she rolled helplessly and instinctively away as she landed on the ground. “And the top super soldier drugs stolen from your blind, self-absorbed government projects to make me even MORE powerful. You’re beaten and tired. And you’ve barely laid a hand on me. You’ve got nothing,” she spat down on the ninja.
Katsumi breathed heavily, curled up with her hot skin on the cool metal floor. The superdrug comment was getting to her, making her think. She focused her mind around all the pain, like cutting around a giant maze of fog just like her sensei had told her. Redirected the river of her chi around whatever hurt, like a bubble of warmth so ease her throbbing back, swelling face and aching snatch. Widow could see her breast bob up and down from inside the cleavage of her revealing top, working like upside down dribbling basketballs against natural gravity. She took it as the girl trying to regroup from a panic attack, or maybe she’d his harder than she thought with all her enhancements and broken the girl’s back so she couldn’t stand.
Katsumi pushed up from her hands and knees to enter a kneeling position, legs folded neatly beneath her perky bottom as she gave a long, steady breath, almost a drawn out sigh. She took that drawn out few seconds to realign everything inside her, and at the end of the breath when her chi flowed perfectly in sync with her, Widow swore that she saw actual steam passing over her lips.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Widow spat coldly.
“It’s all I’ll need,” Katsumi said in a serene calm, eyes so focused and steady they looked carved from stone under her eyelids. She stood and took up another loose stance, Widow shrugging and moving in with another speeding bullet of a fist. Katsumi reached a hand out as if to catch and stop it, but instead simply rested her fingers on it, feather-light as she used it to hoist herself into the air, actually balancing on her single hand that in turn rested on Widow’s fist. The redhead villain hardly had time to process this before Katsumi kicked off the wall of the hallway, launching her knee back down into the elbow of the attacking arm.
Widow howled in surprised pain from the fluid counter-assault, sent stumbling and holding her arm. She swung a vicious, blind backhand as Katsumi leaned backward, arching her spin into almost a perfect semicircle and throwing her foot up for a kick on the way up, riding the momentum. Widow was still stunned by it as she pushed up with her hands, stretching her legs to touch her toes to the ceiling, kicking off again to smash the heel down on Widow’s skull.
The mercenary queen screamed out from this blow, felled to her knees and holding her throbbing head. Katsumi hopped into midair, a short leap just to free up both legs as she thrust out her left and kicked the unnaturally limber right into the back of Widow’s head, snapping her head forward to smash immediately into the awaiting knee. As she dropped, Katsumi spread her legs to nestle her warm crotch to straddle the back of Widow’s mess of red hair, Katsumi using her weight to further slam her head and chest down into the unforgiving metal floor.
Widow’s face bounced off the ground, lifting it slowly and weakly with her mouth open in dumbfounded awe. She’d hardly had time to let her body comprehend the pain and momentum delivered upon her poor body, let alone realize why her imminent victory had been so suddenly snatched away from her. She was flat on her stomach now, her strong and lovely nose and lip bloodied and a stupid, gaping expression left on her face.
Katsumi grabbed her by the hair in both hands, pulling suddenly to yank her off her feet in another fluid motion. It swung her in an arc and flung Widow back-first into a wall, clanging there hard enough to even dent the bullet-proof steel. Widow coughed loudly as her body writhed from the impact, only a moment before Katsumi was back on her and punching at super speed into her belly. Widow’s face was a mask of pain, unable to react to one before two more had hit her, rearranging her armored belly like the ninja was a talented and sadistic surgeon with her fists. Widow felt ready to vomit from the pummeling, and her mouth sprayed a burst of saliva messily over her pouty lips as if a practice for such an occurrence.
She tried to throw a punch in reply, but felt so dizzy and weak it was more like a pleading outstretched hand. Katsumi grabbed it and whirled the arm, tossing Widow overhead but managing to land steadily on her booted feet. Katsumi still held her arm and faced in front of her, grabbing the other limb and sliding under Widow’s black-clad legs. She stood awkwardly bent over, legs spread like a cabaret dancer showing off her ass and Katsumi balled up behind her, curled up on her back facing the enviable view.
“Le-let go,” Widow mumbled, still trying to get her bearings after so much forced relocation of her body.
“Not yet. I still need to get some revenge for something… 100 times over!” She arched her legs, and fired them in high kicks shot straight up into Widow’s crotch. The armor soaked up a shot or two, but the fact that she kept the shots coming like a jackhammer had the redhead’s whole body shaking, her pussy feeling like it if it was humping an earthquake, and tits jiggling harder and faster than she could have if she’d been trying. Her face was a mixed of shock, horror and pain at the pummeling, before Katsumi finally wound up a double kick that nailed her and sent her flying, landing face down holding her pussy and shapely ass up in the air.
Katsumi gave another short sigh, shaking out her arms. “Had enough? Thought so,” she chirped, spinning on her heel to head on with her mission.
Widow took a few moments to feel her legs again, but she had enough. Sport was one thing, but it was only fun when she won. She flicked her wrist, much like Katsumi drawing a knife or a smoke bomb, but instead drew a small but powerful pistol, only big enough to hold a few meager shots but all she would need to finish off some uppity foe that wouldn’t stay down.
As she raised it to the back of Katsumi’s head and fired, the busty little ninja turned again, cupping her palms by her bustline and thrusting out her palms, appearing to make a bright white ball of energy shoot out of her cleavage. The bullet seemed to vaporize in its wake, just before it hit Widow… and disappeared inside of Widow’s backside. There was a faint humming, but nothing else Widow could feel… which was just scaring her more.
“What did you do?” she asked desperately, Katsumi folding her arms to watch as Widow slowly began to spin. It was as if she was pinned to a roulette wheel behind her, whirling in an upward arc uncontrollably before twisting back down on the same curve. “Just taking you for a ride,” Katsumi said with a wave, the spiraling growing faster and faster. “What did you do!?” she howled again. Widow was a blur of black and red before long, just before an explosion went off and hurled her down the hall in a blinding flash. She sailed a good 50 feet before smacking into a wall, dropping out cold on the steel floor. At least her bottom half did. The blast had hit her hard enough to actually throw her upper body through the metal wall, laying there limply with nothing but her bare ass and legs showing, the eruption clearly having blown her armored clothing off.
Katsumi walked over, poking her butt to let it jiggle and make sure she wasn’t moving, but at least still alive. “Crazy bitch… nice ass, though,” she commented. Amidst the ruins of her bodysuit, though, she found a vial of the super drug she’d been talking about.
“Yep… says right there on the label. ‘Superdrug.’ That’s gotta be illegal.” She pondered it a moment before popping it out, drinking it down. She didn’t want to be this vulnerable and drained if there were any more guards left floating about that wouldn’t pee their panties at the sight of her.
Katsumi sniffed, turning down the hall. She saw a pair of guards there watching her, but she just went “Boo!” to get them to drop their guns and run. All the better. She was starting to feel sore after using all that energy, especially after all that fighting. She started to walk off when she had to dive aside, just before a bullet ricocheted off where she just stood.
She spun to find the beaten Victoria, looking so sore and torn up that apart from the rifle in her one good hand, she moved like a zombie. Not that Katsumi felt much better than she looked.
“You’re dead,” Victoria growled, heaving labored breaths visible as she was only left wearing her panties and a half-torn open bra. “We’re not done yet, you bitch!”
She aimed again at her, the gun braced between her arm and chest when from the side hall that Black Kat had burst from, a leg kicked the gun from her clumsy hands, sending it flying into the air.
Catching it, Eiko called out “No, it’s US who aren’t done!” She quickly dismantled the gun, dumping the clip and a few other vital bits out of it before swinging it like a club, the butt of the gun crashing across Victoria’s face. The weapon smashed to bits further on the impact, Eiko letting it fall to the ground.
“Oh gee,” Katsumi sighed, seeing her friend. “If I knew you were going to save yourself, I could have stayed home. Maybe go on a date, for once.”
Eiko laughed and hugged her battered friend tightly. “You know I couldn’t have taken half of these freaks. Come on. I’ve seen enough of this smelly old base.”
The girls went back outside, though Katsumi regularly rerouting. She went about crippling the base; smashing computers, impaling cameras with her kunai, destroying the engines and moving parts on their vehicles. The top of it all peake with her piling up a load of guns, ammo, and supplies out in front of the island by Katsumi’s boat, ready to start a bonfire.
“There she is!” A voice barked at them, though Katsumi had heard their footsteps some time ago. The band of women marched over the island, a rough and tumble bunch that were all too familiar to both girls. There was the rest of the Valkerie Corps, the ones Katsumi had dispatched all that time ago in Eiko’s village. Some had clearly toughened up, either by fresh tattoos, bigger and more expensive looking weapons, or bigger muscles. Allison, the captain of the squad herself was back, the chesty and powerful blond now with dark brown hair. Something to do with failing the Aryan pride of the Valkyries, or something stupid like that, Katsumi figured.
“This is it, girls! The BITCH that ruined our good names!” Allison raved at them, loud enough for Katsumi to hear all the way at her dock. She folded her arm, smiling. This was going to be cute. “Let’s thank the bitch with a good ass-kicking, Valkyries! She showed us our limits so we could break them! She showed where our guns failed, so we could improve them! She pushed our bodies to the limits, so we could go beyond them! For all the hell she put us through; the beating, the shame, the training we went through to get back at her! Let’s give her some hell of her own!”
Eiko had by now slid aside to duck in the boat, as the furious, roaring women opened fire wildly at Katsumi. The stone and sand she stood on turned into smoke under the attack, torn up or simply incinerated by the intense heat of bullets, rockets, bombs and fire. When the smoke was so thick that one couldn’t see, or even breath within its cloud, the platoon cheered, throwing up their arms and raising their guns proudly.
“Hi!” Katsumi appeared from inside the smoke, poking her head out to smile at them. Their expressions just started to drop, but not as quickly as their equipment. Every gun, weapon, and piece of clothing on the women fell to shreds, torn apart by some unseen force of Katsumi’s lightning fast hands and blades. They all turned and fled screaming, some reduced to tears and shouting for mommies. Some were wide-eyed and mute in panic, shellshocked by whatever invisible attack she had unleashed on them.
“Guys! Where are you going? We're just getting started!" Katsumi called after them, giggling.
“...like Ragnarok itself,” one of the women mused. She and the other two floated from the air, landing amidst the crumbling base. It was well into ruins now, the fires and structure damage enough, but the bonfire of weapons and explosives did it in even sooner. Bodies were strewn about, but most of them alive, and simply embarrassed with their faces in the dirt and bare asses in the air.
"Looks like Natasha couldn't do finish the job. It's to be expected. She is, after all, a mere mortal," droned the second carelessly.
“Her looks and strength alike fall short to yours and ours, Kal. Neither can this one's," said the third, easily lifting the unconscious Cat-Lady by her tail before dropping her back into the mess with her partner and her singed whip.
"Hmph, don't compare these sorry excuses for ‘superwomen’ to us. We… WE are Goddesses."
"Ha! Valkyries, as well? I'll make sure Victoria gets a fun ride when she wakes and serves as the steed to a REAL valkyrie." The three women laughed in unison, as if practiced or linked somehow.
"Who is the one who did this to them? Perhaps she will be worth a challenge."
"Hm....her name is Katsumi."
Power Woman, Super Lady, and Wonder Lady. again in unison, grinned wickedly at the name.
